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Post by winka on Nov 13, 2009 20:40:47 GMT -5
I'm beyond redemption....
Although ...I often practice the art of scotchsu.
it is based on the holistic system of traditional Chinese medicine, where illness is thought to result from imbalances in the natural flow of scotch, or sqi (pronounced "schee") through the body.
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Post by Argo on Nov 15, 2009 21:48:19 GMT -5
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Post by winka on Nov 15, 2009 22:11:08 GMT -5
YECH thats gross.
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Post by Noah on Nov 16, 2009 8:48:30 GMT -5
In Soviet Russia, Cheezeburger haz YOU!
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Post by winka on Nov 17, 2009 9:40:10 GMT -5
........No posts in purgatory?....Harrison? [a href="  "] [/a] ( apologies to Michelangelo...none to Harrison  ) |
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Post by Argo on Nov 17, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
Harrison gets none after he got bored with his calculator...  |
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Post by Argo on Nov 21, 2009 18:02:07 GMT -5
4 days and no replies? Pop the top off that bottle, I need to wake-up naked in Harrison's yard again so he'll realize we're still here.
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Post by winka on Nov 21, 2009 18:31:47 GMT -5
OMG... thanks for that mental image....you don't care if I ever sleep again ,do you? |
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Post by Argo on Nov 22, 2009 13:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by winka on Nov 23, 2009 18:32:49 GMT -5
Everyone has a different theory....
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Post by Argo on Nov 23, 2009 19:00:14 GMT -5
Harrison is god. No exceptions.
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Post by Marcel Swann on Nov 24, 2009 11:39:32 GMT -5
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
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Post by Noah on Nov 24, 2009 18:59:17 GMT -5
Ugh, I hate oysters. Nasty, slimy things.
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Post by Argo on Nov 24, 2009 20:32:45 GMT -5
Excellent, Marcel! I enjoyed that kernal of culture within this sea of WTF.
Also, I hate oysters too. I prefer my food with a little less snot.
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Post by winka on Nov 24, 2009 21:21:18 GMT -5
The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head-- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed. . ....and the moral to this is ....stay in bed if you don't want to be eaten ;D speaking of which.....time for bed ..got to arise early tomorrow to start cooking for the big day |
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