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- theCryptofishist
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- samtzu
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I oughta' cross post this to the Fuck! thread...
FUCK!! I WAS WORKING SO FUCKING HARD I MISSED THE 100TH PAGE!!!
FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!
Remind me in about two days to post on the 200th page...
Now... back a few pages to see what's going on...
FUCK!! I WAS WORKING SO FUCKING HARD I MISSED THE 100TH PAGE!!!
FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!
Remind me in about two days to post on the 200th page...
Now... back a few pages to see what's going on...
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
Hey... where'd all the wimmin go? Where's Fishy, and Tishy, and... Elise? (Doesn't rhyme! She needs to do something about that!! Dishy? I like it!!) Hey! How come no one's eating my peanuts? Don't you like my nuts? Hey! Heh... heh... heh.... uh.... I said "Nuts".... heh, heh... heh... uuuuh.
Hey! What's on the top shelf? The Good Stuff?? I gotta' see.... Wow... long ways up there....
... he climbs into the twilight of the upper shelves....
Hey! What's on the top shelf? The Good Stuff?? I gotta' see.... Wow... long ways up there....
... he climbs into the twilight of the upper shelves....
Hey! It's me!!!
- samtzu
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Hey!! Get back down here! Don't do this!! I have to fly out of here in the morning... don't go running off!! Hey!
Little fucker...
Could someone keep an eye on him...? He's on a roll...
Actually, he's on an upper shelf, but, hey.... who's quibbling.
And what about these tee shirts?
Little fucker...
Could someone keep an eye on him...? He's on a roll...
Actually, he's on an upper shelf, but, hey.... who's quibbling.
And what about these tee shirts?
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
- buckethead alien
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- buckethead alien
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<i>It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness ofZulegoona wrote:HEY! what are you doing down here, go away!
the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me
with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore
motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his
head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased
to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his
hand.
- buckethead alien
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<i>The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own
fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls
of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into
the inmost recesses of catacombs. I paused again, and this time I
made bold to seize Zulegoona by an arm above the elbow.
fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls
of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into
the inmost recesses of catacombs. I paused again, and this time I
made bold to seize Zulegoona by an arm above the elbow.
- buckethead alien
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<i>A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface
were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet,
horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the
other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but
the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded
to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet,
horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the
other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but
the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded
to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
- buckethead alien
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<i>I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered
that the intoxication of Zulegoona had in a great measure worn off.
The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from
the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man.
There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second
tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious
vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes,
during which, that I might hearken to it with the more
satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.
that the intoxication of Zulegoona had in a great measure worn off.
The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from
the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man.
There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second
tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious
vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes,
during which, that I might hearken to it with the more
satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.
- buckethead alien
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"Zulegoona!"
No answer. I called again--
"Zulegoona--"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture
and let it fall within. There came forth in reply only a jingling
of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of
the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced
the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the
new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half
of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
No answer. I called again--
"Zulegoona--"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture
and let it fall within. There came forth in reply only a jingling
of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of
the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced
the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the
new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half
of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
- buckethead alien
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- buckethead alien
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- buckethead alien
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- buckethead alien
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- buckethead alien
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