TERMINAL CITY is the new Center Camp !
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TERMINAL CITY is the new Center Camp !
Well, not really, but our coffee certainly tastes better.
We have an obligation to make space for everyone, we have no obligation to make that space pleasant.
AntiM wrote:Great. Poetry readings. Do we at lest get a firing squad?
If someone starts reading shitty poetry I will be firing Atari Teenage Riot at them with a megaphone.
There's a local regional camp that has a "soapbox." One time, so very tired of hearing people talk about love and finding yourself and shit, I just stood up there and did nothing, simply to prevent the hippies from having the microphone.
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Ahhh, CFM hasn't witnessed MASH's USO show yet?
(it goes something like this, we have video of Smashy doing something similar somewhere...)
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EP1ZrAv8A4[/youtube]
(it goes something like this, we have video of Smashy doing something similar somewhere...)
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EP1ZrAv8A4[/youtube]
We have an obligation to make space for everyone, we have no obligation to make that space pleasant.
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Hey, we have strict standards for the talent in our USO show.
1-You must have an act.
2-You must perform that act.
I think there were some others, but I can't find the list right now.
1-You must have an act.
2-You must perform that act.
I think there were some others, but I can't find the list right now.
M*A*S*H 4207th: An army of fun.
I don't care what the borg says: feather-wearers will NOT be served in Rosie's Bar.
When I ask how many burns, I mean at BRC.
I don't care what the borg says: feather-wearers will NOT be served in Rosie's Bar.
When I ask how many burns, I mean at BRC.
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i was classically trained.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWoWH8W3sVo&feature=related[/youtube]
Frida Be You & Me
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C.f.M. wrote:needs more cats
We skipped coffee and went straight for espresso and Thai coffee. If Center Camp is where Burning Man went to die...TC can be where hippies come to be murderized. Or at least poisoned with DOOM JUICE and Herring shots.
You had Thai coffee?!?! Damnit, this year I could use a bit of that, iced of course.
BTW, she *was* smiling because she saw the mug you see to the left standing across the compound
It's going to be alright.
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Me thinks I may actually find this Terminal City and if and when I do
I wanna light some fucking coffee on fire! BEST ~Flambe you'll ever see or taste
The ~Volcano...made with edible gunpowder....I have everything I need, including moonshine, er, uh everclear and rum 151...guaranteed to scare the hippies AND the tender yuppies far far away! Nuff said
I wanna light some fucking coffee on fire! BEST ~Flambe you'll ever see or taste
The ~Volcano...made with edible gunpowder....I have everything I need, including moonshine, er, uh everclear and rum 151...guaranteed to scare the hippies AND the tender yuppies far far away! Nuff said
I'm the MAN in a truck, burner who is stuck, you're in luck! I'll whip out my BIG tow chain and not charge you, not even one lousy buck!
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A story?
Max's mind was pulsing in overdrive as he tried to keep his focus in the fight swirling around him. Why the hell he ever listened to that damn woman back at the trader's depot in the first place... well, let's be honest here Maxie, she had amazing tits...
SHIT! He swung his rebar mace up just in time to block the Reaver's wild swing with a fire ax. His left hand sunk 8 inches of steel into the wild eyed, screaming fiend's gut and ripped itself free in a diagonal just below the rib cage. A brief glimpse of the shower of blood, intestines and other contents of his abdomen was all Max saw as he turned away looking for the next attacker.
"Stay in the game Maxie, you can think about tits all day after you get through this" he chastised himself.
He brought his mace around in a tight arc and was rewarded with the bone crunching, soft thud of caving in a skull and seeing a second Reaver's head disappear in a cloud of brains and gore. A third fell on the point of his knife, nearly decapitated and the fourth was vainly trying to regain his feet after Max's mace shattered his pelvis into splinters.
"Head up buddy boy" Max said casually.
The Reaver turned his sun blasted face up with a snarl, responding to the sound of his voice and not the words. Max could smell the rot from the once human mouth now filled with blackened teeth. Max finished him off with a flourish, he spun in a circle and landed the jagged steel of the mace head square into the face of the last Reaver with a sickening thud and crack of bones.
A quick search turned up nothing of use from the few pockets still remaining intact on the shredded and threadbare clothes the four wore.
"Is it over?" A frightened voice called out from a nearby tree.
Max looked at the pale teen boy with some disdain. "Yes. Its all better now. You can come down, the bad guys are dead." He watched his charge climb down gingerly. For a moment, he was afraid he was going to have to go help. "Hurry up.", he ordered. "Groups this small are rare. There's probably more nearby."
Fear crossed the boy's face. He looked like he was ready to climb back into the tree and hide some more.
"Dammit boy, get your ass in gear. I want to make it back to the depot before dark." Max's tone was harsh.
Max's mind was pulsing in overdrive as he tried to keep his focus in the fight swirling around him. Why the hell he ever listened to that damn woman back at the trader's depot in the first place... well, let's be honest here Maxie, she had amazing tits...
SHIT! He swung his rebar mace up just in time to block the Reaver's wild swing with a fire ax. His left hand sunk 8 inches of steel into the wild eyed, screaming fiend's gut and ripped itself free in a diagonal just below the rib cage. A brief glimpse of the shower of blood, intestines and other contents of his abdomen was all Max saw as he turned away looking for the next attacker.
"Stay in the game Maxie, you can think about tits all day after you get through this" he chastised himself.
He brought his mace around in a tight arc and was rewarded with the bone crunching, soft thud of caving in a skull and seeing a second Reaver's head disappear in a cloud of brains and gore. A third fell on the point of his knife, nearly decapitated and the fourth was vainly trying to regain his feet after Max's mace shattered his pelvis into splinters.
"Head up buddy boy" Max said casually.
The Reaver turned his sun blasted face up with a snarl, responding to the sound of his voice and not the words. Max could smell the rot from the once human mouth now filled with blackened teeth. Max finished him off with a flourish, he spun in a circle and landed the jagged steel of the mace head square into the face of the last Reaver with a sickening thud and crack of bones.
A quick search turned up nothing of use from the few pockets still remaining intact on the shredded and threadbare clothes the four wore.
"Is it over?" A frightened voice called out from a nearby tree.
Max looked at the pale teen boy with some disdain. "Yes. Its all better now. You can come down, the bad guys are dead." He watched his charge climb down gingerly. For a moment, he was afraid he was going to have to go help. "Hurry up.", he ordered. "Groups this small are rare. There's probably more nearby."
Fear crossed the boy's face. He looked like he was ready to climb back into the tree and hide some more.
"Dammit boy, get your ass in gear. I want to make it back to the depot before dark." Max's tone was harsh.
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