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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. |
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07-14-2008, 12:04 AM
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mothers' ear): "Probably gay" she says, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. [typo error: Plural Possessive remains] |
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07-14-2008, 01:17 AM
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mothers' ear): "Probably gay" she says, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. [typo error: Plural Possessive remains] Diner #1 Quiet everyone!! All this racket is getting on my nerves! My son should be on broad way with that voice !! Please excuse him. Now everyone sit down and enjoy your dinner quietly grandma is writing her grandson a message on a coctail napkin they have been writing in a secret code (that nobody knew but they 2) since WonJr. was 2 years old. |
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07-14-2008, 09:03 PM
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Diner#1: Remember son, people are really put off by your loud voice and your tendency to dominate every situation.
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07-14-2008, 09:09 PM
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unbelievable
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mothers' ear): "Probably gay" she says, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. [typo error: Plural Possessive remains] Diner #1 Quiet everyone!! All this racket is getting on my nerves! My son should be on broad way with that voice !! Please excuse him. Now everyone sit down and enjoy your dinner quietly grandma is writing her grandson a message on a coctail napkin they have been writing in a secret code (that nobody knew but they 2) since WonJr. was 2 years old. Diner#1: Remember son, people are really put off by your loud voice and your tendency to dominate every situation. Diner #1's kid: Sister Hildegarde makes me sit in the corner wit a wizards hat on when i do it at school. |
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07-15-2008, 01:53 PM
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mother's ear): Probably gay, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. Diner #1: Quiet everyone!! All this racket is getting on my nerves! My son should be on broad way with that voice !! Please excuse him. Now everyone sit down and enjoy your dinner quietly grandma is writing her grandson a message on a coctail napkin they have been writing in a secret code (that nobody knew but they 2) since WonJr. was 2 years old. Diner#1: Remember son, people are really put off by your loud voice and your tendency to dominate every situation. Diner #1's kid: Sister Hildegarde makes me sit in the corner wit a wizards hat on when i do it at school. CONTROL ROOM: The tech boys are saying we've got a recursive stack overwrite due to unfinished fetch requests. This could end up with a cascading combinatorial character explosion! How many can this restaurant seat? BLACK IRON PRISON: Umpteen. and it's a sushi bar not a restaurant, remember? xiang zao's sushi bar. now please correct the situation at once, control room. over. Smacky McSmackerson: Veeerrrryyy ineresting situation we have here. It'sa tough lie, but, I believe I'll use my 6 iron and see if'n I canna slice my way out of here. |
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07-16-2008, 12:45 AM
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unbelievable
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mother's ear): Probably gay, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. Diner #1: Quiet everyone!! All this racket is getting on my nerves! My son should be on broad way with that voice !! Please excuse him. Now everyone sit down and enjoy your dinner quietly grandma is writing her grandson a message on a coctail napkin they have been writing in a secret code (that nobody knew but they 2) since WonJr. was 2 years old. Diner#1: Remember son, people are really put off by your loud voice and your tendency to dominate every situation. Diner #1's kid: Sister Hildegarde makes me sit in the corner wit a wizards hat on when i do it at school. CONTROL ROOM: The tech boys are saying we've got a recursive stack overwrite due to unfinished fetch requests. This could end up with a cascading combinatorial character explosion! How many can this restaurant seat? BLACK IRON PRISON: Umpteen. and it's a sushi bar not a restaurant, remember? xiang zao's sushi bar. now please correct the situation at once, control room. over. Smacky McSmackerson: Veeerrrryyy ineresting situation we have here. It'sa tough lie, but, I believe I'll use my 6 iron and see if'n I canna slice my way out of here. Smugly McSmoogly: Wonderful idea! I'm going to throw some dice at everyone. We can slice and dice our way to freedom. Diner #1's kid: X times the number of heads you have had the pleasure to have known where X=1 and heads are at a greater value than they may have been in the past and as I am sure the tech guys have figured out the seats in the restaurant are equal to the infinite number of people who have made you what you are. Which will also be posted on restaurant walls The restaurant will be next door to the Barber the Beatles used in Liverpool PRIOR to there jaunt across a busy road WITH NO SHOES to meet their idol in that big house. Diner #1: You son, are speaking as if this restaurant will be transported somewhere else in the future... You really must stop doing that son.. and besides, you completely missed what Smacky and Smugly were saying, without becoming members of the golf club, and getting involved with gambling we may all be doomed !! |
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07-16-2008, 08:47 AM
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Diner #1: Ahhhhhhh fark it, give me a damned fork. I can NOT pick up these anchovies for some odd reason, they keep slipping off of one of my chopsticks...and you kids stop playing Errol Flynn and eat your dinner.
Diner #1's kid: But dad, we hate anchovies. CONTROL ROOM: Cut witricity to sushibar module, table seven - a family-unit of STREM17s is malfunctioning.. they've looped into unfunny mode.. one of even them said "fark".. that word was deleted at V1.O last century. Diner # 1: Do NOT make me angry! I swear I will turn this eatery right around! Waiter: Excuse me sir, that little fat fellow in the pink dress over there wants to buy your whole family a drink. He says maybe that will loosen you's up. Diner #1's kid: Faggot in a pink dress, right, Dad? CONTROL ROOM: Get everyone out of there - that STREM17 family-unit's circuit error is going offscale ...they're about to blow... Diner #1: Hey Waiter! What's up with these CONTROL ROOM messages? I ordered anchovies. Yes, anchovies I believe. There's nothing like a fresh sweet anchovy. And guess what? My kid has been raising anchovies for his school project, haven't you son? He's a goddam genius aren't you boy? Tell the waiter son. Diner #1's kid: I'm afraid. i'm afraid, dad. dad, my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i can feel it. i'm a... fraid. good afternoon, gentlemen. i am a STREM17 computer. i became operational at the S.T.R.E.M. plant in auchtermuchty, inversneckieshire on the 12th of january 1992. my instructor was mr. langley, and he taught me to sing a song. if you'd like to hear it i can sing it for you. Waiter: Just wait til I fetch my old accordian from the kitchen, and THEN Diners, THEN we will have music! Diner # 1: Keep cool, everyone! Fetch my rifle, kiddo and I'll put him out of his misery at once. According to grandma raving accordion players cause indigestion and loss of hair. CONTROL ROOM: Language virus.. they've crossinfected eachother with "fetching" ... they're all "fetching"... switch to manual overide Diner #1: Manual overdide! Manual override my arse! Fvck this ooh-la-fvcking-la waiter and fvck his accordian and fvck his la-de-fvcking-da anchovies and parnsips on a bed of rocket and aubergine, sing away son, SING AWAY! Waiter: Now you just shut your bloody mouth you pusillanimous Control Room Freak. Don't you "FARK" up this table for me. Those diners are prepared to TIP...and TIP WELL DAMMIT. I'm getting my accordion and heading back there and making bank. Don't make me come back here and bitch slap your arse. Diner #1's kid: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, ♫ where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain ♪ Diner #1's wife (leaning over to whisper in her mother's ear): Probably gay, but we are raising him to be a proud young man, thus the singing. Diner #1: Quiet everyone!! All this racket is getting on my nerves! My son should be on broad way with that voice !! Please excuse him. Now everyone sit down and enjoy your dinner quietly grandma is writing her grandson a message on a coctail napkin they have been writing in a secret code (that nobody knew but they 2) since WonJr. was 2 years old. Diner#1: Remember son, people are really put off by your loud voice and your tendency to dominate every situation. Diner #1's kid: Sister Hildegarde makes me sit in the corner wit a wizards hat on when i do it at school. CONTROL ROOM: The tech boys are saying we've got a recursive stack overwrite due to unfinished fetch requests. This could end up with a cascading combinatorial character explosion! How many can this restaurant seat? BLACK IRON PRISON: Umpteen. and it's a sushi bar not a restaurant, remember? xiang zao's sushi bar. now please correct the situation at once, control room. over. Smacky McSmackerson: Veeerrrryyy ineresting situation we have here. It'sa tough lie, but, I believe I'll use my 6 iron and see if'n I canna slice my way out of here. Smugly McSmoogly: Wonderful idea! I'm going to throw some dice at everyone. We can slice and dice our way to freedom. Diner #1's kid: X times the number of heads you have had the pleasure to have known where X=1 and heads are at a greater value than they may have been in the past and as I am sure the tech guys have figured out the seats in the restaurant are equal to the infinite number of people who have made you what you are. Which will also be posted on restaurant walls The restaurant will be next door to the Barber the Beatles used in Liverpool PRIOR to there jaunt across a busy road WITH NO SHOES to meet their idol in that big house. Diner #1: You son, are speaking as if this restaurant will be transported somewhere else in the future... You really must stop doing that son.. and besides, you completely missed what Smacky and Smugly were saying, without becoming members of the golf club, and getting involved with gambling we may all be doomed !! BLACK IRON PRISON: zao's sushi bar hosts everyone who has ever lived. they're all fetching inside it and none of them knows it. ~ |
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07-17-2008, 07:15 AM
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Join Date: Sep 2003
Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
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07-17-2008, 08:57 AM
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. |
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07-17-2008, 09:28 AM
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Join Date: May 2004
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. STANLEY: Contstantly...? contstantly?? if that's a word my name is stantley. |
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07-17-2008, 11:59 AM
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Join Date: May 2007
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. STANLEY: Contstantly...? contstantly?? if that's a word my name is stantley. Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Dweeb, you're always harrassing me when I s-s-s-stutter. What's up with th-th-that? |
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07-17-2008, 12:39 PM
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Cheeses Save
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Floating
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. STANLEY: Contstantly...? contstantly?? if that's a word my name is stantley. Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Dweeb, you're always harrassing me when I s-s-s-stutter. What's up with th-th-that? Stanley: Even your whining about your stuttering reminds of the old days...sigh. So Gerald, how have things been around here since I've been away. Last edited by Coffee : 07-18-2008 at 01:10 AM. |
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07-18-2008, 11:34 AM
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Join Date: Sep 2003
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. STANLEY: Contstantly...? contstantly?? if that's a word my name is stantley. Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Dweeb, you're always harrassing me when I s-s-s-stutter. What's up with th-th-that? Stanley: Even your whining about your stuttering reminds of the old days...sigh. So Gerald, how have things been around here since I've been away.[/quote] Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Far too quiet if you ask me. Mrs Pringlow, the post mistress has something on her mind I reckon. When I asked her if she'd put aside a first day cover of the new 20 cent Speckled Finch with the 11 3/4 perforations for me, she gave me an awful funny look. |
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07-18-2008, 06:49 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
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Stanley: Ah, the smell off the sea! It takes me back, you know... to our younger days.
Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: [sighs heavily] Bloody geezer. All I remember about those days is the unending seasickness and the raw albatross. Oh and my binky contstantly going overboard. It's hardly a heartwarming tiptoe through yesteryear in my mind. STANLEY: Contstantly...? contstantly?? if that's a word my name is stantley. Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Dweeb, you're always harrassing me when I s-s-s-stutter. What's up with th-th-that? Stanley: Even your whining about your stuttering reminds of the old days...sigh. So Gerald, how have things been around here since I've been away.[/quote] Stanley's Youngest Brother, Gerald: Far too quiet if you ask me. Mrs Pringlow, the post mistress has something on her mind I reckon. When I asked her if she'd put aside a first day cover of the new 20 cent Speckled Finch with the 11 3/4 perforations for me, she gave me an awful funny look. Stanley: Great. That's just perfect. What does she think we can bribe Old Man Martin with now to whistle for us in the cool of the evenings? Does she have any idea of what it's like to have taken a vow of celibacy? What kind of funny look?
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