Art Sandusky

If it's true, then in his statistics after 1998 or so, three home runs will equal one in the record book.

When what you're doing gets praise from Anglesault, it's gotta be good. EDIT: Although he has yet to comment on how his team did in the Gang Wars.

I already knew of them, so HA~ Van Dyk's first new album in three years, it's polarized his fans who either love the new direction he's taking by gravitating away from pure club trance, and the hardliners who think he's "selling out" like Oakenfold did with Bunkka. As a not totally pure trance album, I recommend this to everyone who doesn't have it already, especially those who are somewhat curious about this dance music I seem to talk about so much. If "Nothing But You" doesn't stir you somehow or make you feel as if you're being taken off to some ethereal dreamland, then you'll never ever like this kind of stuff. If you're into the bouncier Euro-stuff, peep this. Then get your friends to listen to it, but sucker them in with the cover of Fastball's "The Way" that's on here, or if they're hardcore 80s fanatics, the cover of Nik Kershaw's "The Riddle" or the elegant "Rectangle," which was originally composed by Jacno (early 80s French electro-pioneer). And oh yeah, "L'Amour Toujours (I'll Fly With You)" is a GODLY song. Wish there'd been a better mix of it on the album (the Micro DJ Italian remix is tremendous, as well as the version used for the video) though. In original form though, it's chilling to hear the first time.

It was just Cena talking normally while Angle claimed to have a rap of his own. I haven't heard an actual Cena rap in a while, but I haven't been paying too close of attention.

Man, I used to respect British culture too...

That this person hasn't posted again shows that they came in the name of spam and nothing else. DROP DA AXE~

No, I got the joke, it just totally blew, yet another awful post on your part.

Chave has my name now? I feel oddly nauseated.

He isn't as flagrantly offensive to the human psyche as your posts are.

They really shouldn't have blown the Cena/Undertaker match on a one-night storyline. That had potential to be a really big match by, say, Unforgiven.

INTERIOR: REBEL FORUM -- CONTROL THREAD. Alarms sound throughout the hidden Rebel forum. In the control thread, a controller urgently gestures for General Illkan to check a computer login search. CONTROLLER: General, there's a fleet of Imperial Admins entering the board in forum four. ILLKAN: Reroute all power to the auto-ban shield. We've got to hold them till all transports are away. Prepare for gimmick assault and one-dimensional arguments. Illkan exits hurriedly. INTERIOR: VADERSAULT'S SUPER ADMIN -- VADERSAULT'S MEMBER PAGE -- MEDITATION SETTINGS The dark webpage is illuminated by a single shaft of light which falls on the brooding Dark Poster as he sits on a raised meditation cube. General Marvin enters the room and approaches the silent, unmoving Vadersault. Although seemingly very sure of himself while looking like an imposing Kanesoidic, Marvin is still not bold enough to interrupt the meditating poster. The younger general stands quietly at attention until the evil presence speaks. VADERSAULT: What is it, General? MARVIN: My lord, the fleet has moved out of search engine-speed. Com-Scan has detected an auto-ban field protecting an area around the sixth board of the UGS system. The field is strong enough to deflect any conventional registrations. VADERSAULT: (angrily) The Rebels are alerted to our presence. Admiral Hermit came out of search engine-speed too close to the system. MARVIN: He felt surprise was wiser... VADERSAULT: He is as clumsy as he is stupid. He can’t flame either. I have no idea why I made him an Admiral in the first place. General, prepare your suckups for a gimmick attack while telling them how Ortonians can’t lick the boots of the Anglematiors and repeat it until their morale is in shambles. MARVIN: Yes, my lord. Marvin turns smartly and leaves as Vadersault activates a large viewscreen showing the bridge of his mighty ship. Admiral Hermit appears on the viewscreen, standing slightly in front of Captain JustSoYouPiett. HERMIT: Lord Vadersault, the fleet has moved out of search engine-speed, and we're preparing to...Aaagh! VADERSAULT: You have failed me for the last time, Admiral. Had you just posted better you might have survived. Captain JustSoYouPiett. JustSoYouPiett steps forward, as the admiral moves away, slightly confused. Vadersault uses the Whorce to float a Dunce cap onto Admiral Hermit’s head, which falls off as he starts touching his throat. It begins to constrict painfully. JUSTSOYOUPIETT: Yes, my lord. VADERSAULT: Make ready to land out suckup gimmick accouns beyond the auto-ban shield and deploy the admins so that nothing gets off that system. You are in command now, Admiral JustSoYouPiett. Ryan Adams may only be played during long search-engine speed trips. JUSTSOYOUPIETT: ...Thank you, Lord Vadersault. JustSoYouPiett's pleasure about his unexpected promotion is not an unmixed emotion. He glances warily at the struggling Admiral Hermit who, with a final choke, stumbles and falls into a lifeless heap before him. JustSoYouPiett kicks him a few times before walking off.

You should re-name someone Kotzenjunge. I'm sure they'd love it.

Not panicking children > addressing death and destruction in New York. Not saying he should have leapt up and said "HOLY SHIT WE'RE FUCKED!! KIDS, RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!!" Rather, he could have, at the very least, excused himself for a moment to get a little more detail than that which was whispered in his ear.

It says "with Keith Elliot Greenberg" on the cover, which pretty much means "this guy wrote the book," and "edited by Mark Madden," which means "prepare for loads of unintentional humor." As with any ghostwritten book, I'm not taking any of this as his actual words, and the Raw magazine piece probably wasn't his actual writing either. I'm sure some of the sentiments are the same, but Foley showed in his second book how ghostwriters go off on stuff. Still, the excerpts presented are, for the most part, influenced by self-important feeling or politics rather than by fact.

I guess no one gets that Noble's tights are supposed to be like the General Lee. He should come out in a '69 Charger R/T. Everyone else seems to have some kind of transportation when they come out, even Kenzo...

That scene is in Episode V, and Agnes is blown away by mod suckups, not disassembled by order of JennTaSA the Hutt.

EXTERIOR: UGS -- FLUFF FIELD -- DEAD HOURS Dave lies face down in the fluff, nearly unconscious. Slowly he looks up and sees Obi-Will Helmeti, barely visible through the blowing fluff. It is hard to tell if Helmeti is real or a hallucination. WILL: Dave... Dave! DAVE: (weakly) Will? WILL: You will go to the Connecticutbah system. DAVE: Connecticutbah system? WILL: There you will learn from Yodames, the Posting Master and former head of the Old Dameocracy who instructed me. The image of Will fades, revealing a lone Thumbtack rider approaching from the windswept horizon. DAVE: (groaning faintly) Will...Will... Dave drops into unconsciousness. Bank pulls up and leaps off his mount. He hurries to his fluff-covered friend, cradling him in his arms. Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” plays until Bank's Thumbtack lets out a low, pitiful bellow. But Bank's concern is with Dave, and he shakes him urgently, thinking maybe it’ll bring the music back. BANK: Dave! Dave! Don't do this, Dave. Come on, give me a sign here. I TOLD you that you took this stuff too seriously! Dave doesn't respond. Bank begins frantically rubbing and slapping Dave's unconscious face. He slaps him a few more times for fun. As he starts to lift the youth, Bank hears a rasping sound behind him. He turns, just in time to see his Thumbtack stagger and then fall over into the fluff. Bank carries Dave to the moaning beast. Then, with a final groan, the Thumbtack expires. BANK: Not much time. He pushes Dave's inert form against the belly of the dead beast. DAVE: (moaning) Will...Will... BANK: Hang on, kid. DAVE: Connecticutbah system... Bank ignites Dave's dutchsaber and cuts the beast from head to toe after observing how the dutchsaber has the ability to expand and contract. He quickly tosses Thumbtack's steaming innards into the snow, then lifts Dave's inert form and stuffs him inside the carcass. BANK: (reeling from the odor) Whew... DAVE: Connecticutbah... BANK: This may smell bad, kid... DAVE: (moaning) Yodames... BANK: ...but it will keep you warm...til I get the shelter built. (struggling to get Luke in the carcass) Ooh...I thought they smelled bad on the outside! The wind has picked up considerably, making it difficult to move. Bank removes a pack from the dead creature's back, taking out a shelter container. He begins to set up what can only be a pitiful protection against a bitter UGS night.

(Larry is on a high as shit and looking in a bathroom mirror) Larry's reflection: What are you looking at? You see something? Huh? Larry: Wh- What did I do? Larry's reflection: What did you do? You know what you did! You did nothing! Larry: If you want me to do something, just tell me! Larry's reflection: You've got to change the diet, I've told you about that. I don't want the red meat, you're eating the red meat. I don't like that! Larry: I'm doing the best I can. Larry's reflection: Go to a doctor. Get yourself a checkup. Colonoscopy, you afraid to get a colonoscopy? What's the matter with you? Larry: I'm sorry. Larry's reflection: Everybody gets it! Get a colonoscopy! Larry: I'm really going to do it. Larry's reflection: You got your father-in-law's birthday coming up. You going to get a card? Larry: (nodding) Okay. Larry's reflection: You're not going to get a card! You're not going to do a fucking thing! Larry: I'll try and do better. I will. Larry's reflection: TV! TV! TV! That's what you like to do! Read a fucking book! Larry: Okay, yeah, you're right! You know everything! Larry's reflection: Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Did a newt recovering from a massive stroke switch places with Last Free Voice.

So you're not American now? It's everywhere but the US and UK. Read the article. Beastie Boys > you.

There may be room for you in the prequels if your posting improves.

Nintendo is like an insanely wealthy actor suddenly going into it for the art of it and doing all sorts of different things that are either shat upon or beloved. Doing all this stuff for the perceived art of it can be extremely polarizing.

INTERIOR: UGS -- REBEL FORUM -- COMMAND THREAD A makeshift command thread has been set up in a blasted area of thick ice. The low-ceilinged thread is a beehive of activity. Lurkers, posters, and droids move about setting up electronic equipment and monitoring login signals. General Illkan straightens up from a console at Bank's approach. ILLKAN: Solo? BANK: No sign of e-life out there, General. The sensors are in place. You'll know if anything comes around. ILLKAN: Commander Cobainwalker reported in yet? BANK: No. He's checking out a virus that hit near him. ILLKAN: (indicates login screen) With all the virus activity in this board, it's going to be difficult to spot approaching Imperial mods. Taking a deep breath, Bank blurts out what is on his mind. BANK: General, I've got to leave. I can't stay anymore. Princess Welsh, standing at a console nearby, is dressed in a short white combat jacket and pants. Her hair is braided across her head in a Nordic fashion. She reads their conversation and seems somewhat distressed. ILLKAN: I'm sorry to hear that. BANK: Well, there's a price on my head. If I don't pay off JennTaSA the Hutt, I'm a Ghast man. ILLKAN: A Ghast mark's not an easy thing to live with. You're a good flamer, Solo. I hate to lose you. Bank sticks around. BANK: Yeah, I know, someone as wonderful as me is a great loss for any flaming force... ILLKAN: I said I hate to lose you. BANK: Totally, nary a single poster in this server can match my flash and flair... ILLKAN: Okay, we hate to see you go... BANK: Sure the Bostiee smells a little, but you know you've gotta love the two of us, me blazing the way, him hanging from my testicles... ILLKAN: GOOD... BYE! BANK: Thank you, General. He turns to Welsh as Illkan moves away. BANK: (with feeling) Well, Your Highness, I guess this is it. WELSH: That's right. Welsh is angry. Bank sees she has no warmth to offer him. He shakes his head and adopts a sarcastic tone, what else did you expect from him? BANK: (cooly) Well, don't get all mushy on me. So long, Princess. Bank walks away into the quiet index adjoining the command thread. Welsh stews a moment, then hurries after him. INTERIOR: UGS -- REBEL FORUM -- ICE INDEX WELSH: Bank! Bank stops in the index and turns to face Welsh. BANK: Yes, Your Highnessness? WELSH: I thought you decided to stay. BANK: Well, the troll hunter we ran into on Wrestleline changed my mind. WELSH: Bank, we need you! BANK: We? WELSH: Yes. BANK: Oh, what about you need? WELSH: (mystified) I need? I don't know what you're talking about. BANK: (shakes his head, fed up) You probably don't. Not many understand the resplendence that is me. WELSH: And what precisely am I supposed to know? BANK: Come on! You want me to stay because of the way you feel about me. WELSH: Yes. You're a great help to us. You're a natural leader... BANK: No! That's not it. Come on. Aahhh -- uh huh! Come on. He starts to dance like Justin Timberlake, and Welsh stares at him, understanding, then laughs, as anyone would at Bank in this situation. WELSH: You're imagining things. BANK: Am I? Then why are you following me? Afraid I was going to leave without giving you a goodbye post? WELSH: I'd just as soon kiss a Bostiee. Bank looks like he just got 0wned by a girl... again, but he regains his composure. BANK: I can arrange that. You could use a good kiss! Angrily, Bank strides down the index as Welsh stares after him.

"I should get a female heterosexual friend to play golf with, how would you like that?" "He gave you an AL GREEN tape with 'Be with Me' on it??" "Larry's in the car, you say it as if it means 'save the dirty talk for later!.'"

I'd like to note that I won the name, but in respect to Sandy, I shan't post any under his name. Future Hall of Famers should be respected~