The Bar
- LeChatNoir
- Posts: 5907
- Joined: Mon Sep 01, 2003 8:52 am
- Location: Louisville, Ky
BLAM BLAM
(barrel smoldering)
And that's that!!!
Sleep well!!
Come back Mozy... it's safe!!!
(barrel smoldering)
And that's that!!!
Goodnight... you and all the rest keep up the good work down there. I'm outta here too, you guys...(((Karine sneaks off to go spend her time holding up that wall again)))
Sleep well!!
Come back Mozy... it's safe!!!
The New and Improved Black Cat... now with 25% more blather
- CLARKcon
- Posts: 2460
- Joined: Fri Jan 20, 2006 12:58 am
- Burning Since: 2002
- Camp Name: COFFEE CAMP
- Location: Somewhere between here & there <3
gggrrruuy (GCA: Goodnight LeChat, Mozy!!! Will chat more tomorrow. Apparition looks down at the body. "You stupid bitch...you think you would have learned the first time...but you didn't...now, there's going to be hell to pay tomorrow in the morning. Not even the strongest cup of Joe will save your sedated ass now...good luck!" The spirit kicks Cc in the liver on the way out to the desert night air)
COFFEE CAMP : "The Social Hub of the Uncivilized World"
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2023 // 7:30 & "G" Plaza :.- Bin Noddin
- Posts: 3097
- Joined: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:00 pm
- Location: Silver Spring, MD
pLaY tHiS oNe, iT's bY eDwIn mCcAiN
pRaYeR tO sT PeTeR
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
pRaYeR tO sT PeTeR
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
Or "I was only 19" by redgum
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal,
(1t was long march from cadets).
The Sixth Battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card…
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.
And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay;
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean;
And there's me in my slouch hat, with my SLR and greens…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pin-ups on the lockers,
and an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.
A four week operation, when each step could mean your last one on two legs:
it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
so you closed your eyes and thought about something else.
Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar;
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon: -
God help me, he was going home in June.
1 can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
on a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears,
and stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me,
I was only nineteen.
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal,
(1t was long march from cadets).
The Sixth Battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card…
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.
And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay;
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean;
And there's me in my slouch hat, with my SLR and greens…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pin-ups on the lockers,
and an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.
A four week operation, when each step could mean your last one on two legs:
it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
so you closed your eyes and thought about something else.
Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar;
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon: -
God help me, he was going home in June.
1 can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
on a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears,
and stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me,
I was only nineteen.
- Bin Noddin
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- EspressoDude
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- Location: the first Vancouver
- Contact:
coffee bar serice
try a shot of this coffee:
Ok talk about ur krazy koffee check this out:
World's rarest coffee,

It's been eaten once, been thru a luwak (jungle cat) beans collected and roasted......
never had any, costs more than primo weed and doesn't go as far!
read more here:
http://www.ravensbrew.com/NewFiles/kopiluwak.html
Ok talk about ur krazy koffee check this out:
World's rarest coffee,

It's been eaten once, been thru a luwak (jungle cat) beans collected and roasted......
never had any, costs more than primo weed and doesn't go as far!
read more here:
http://www.ravensbrew.com/NewFiles/kopiluwak.html
Is 4 shots enuff? no foo-foo drinks; just naked Espresso
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- Rabbi Dali Rick
- Posts: 1848
- Joined: Mon Sep 01, 2003 9:28 am
- Location: Red Rock City, California
- Contact:
Whatever You Do. Just Don't Piss On The Fire...
.... good morning all, I was going to say something pithy about decafe and follow it up with a pic of someone pissing in someones mouth. alas I was too goddamn lazy to write the pith and to unorginized to look for the jpg. besides all I can think about is the burn and how it is creeping up with amazing speed, what 180 days left.....
the rebbi
the rebbi
Wow Zoo, you and K both puttin out the good lovin vibes. Thanks for sharing. Any details would be lustfully welcome.
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Ahh! Cheers.
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Ahh! Cheers.
- regionalchaos
- Posts: 250
- Joined: Mon Aug 22, 2005 12:14 am
- Location: Eugene
- Contact:
Top 'O the mornin' to all.
Here's to the Irish cookies for breakfast - how about some Bailey's, or better yet, Irish whiskey for the coffee! Never mind the coffee (sorry CC) - it just dilutes the whiskey.
Didn't AntiM have some really yummy scones recently? something like peach and crasin? Hmmmmmm.........
Here's to the Irish cookies for breakfast - how about some Bailey's, or better yet, Irish whiskey for the coffee! Never mind the coffee (sorry CC) - it just dilutes the whiskey.
Didn't AntiM have some really yummy scones recently? something like peach and crasin? Hmmmmmm.........
Cum catapulte proscripte erunt tum soli proscripti catapultus haebunt.

