My mission to 1000

[Guest DJ Jeff]

This is going to be the post. I can feel it.

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Gimmie a 6....

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Gimmie a 3....

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Gimmie a 4.....

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Will this ever reach the 634th page?

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Okay if this isn't the 634th page, I give up.

[Guest DJ Jeff]

I'm giving this one more try. B)

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

I will have 400 before the night is done.

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

Let's see if I can get page 634 with this one.

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

Mayhap with my lyrics of Double Team joy, brought to you by Jack and Kyle, I shall reach page 634.

 

Here goes...

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

[spoken]

Damn, a hard day's rockin'. Better slip off ma shoes.

Maybe give a little stretch, and a bend.

Dip m'toe to jacuzzi, baby. Slip out this book:

The Buttress of Windsor. Ho ho ho, who's this? How's it goin'?

[sung]

That's the first thin' I say to you.

How's it goin'? Are you flowin'?

Listen honey,

Thinkin' 'bout a couple things to say to you,

Showin', growin',

Man I'd like to place my hand

upon your fuckin' sexy ass and squeeze.

And squeeze!

 

Take off your blouse,

And your underpants,

Then take a look,

'Cause here me and KG come naked,

Out of the side-hatch,

With the oils and perfume and incense.

Now you're groovin',

Put on a cool '70s groove.

A funky groove to fuck to.

A funky groove to fuck to.

 

Me, me and KG,

It's all about sex supreme,

We likes to cream jeans. (sex)

Have you ever been worked on

By two guys who are hot for your snatch? (sex)

That's what I'm offerin' you.

You step into our room,

And then you smell the perfume,

You lay upon our roundish bed,

And then you feel a tickling on your head.

It's KG with the feather and the French tickler,

Look out baby he got the tools.

And then you feel sumpin' down by your feet.

It's me, it's JB, I'm suckin' upon your toes.

 

We don't mind sucking on toes!

Good luck finding a boyfriend who sucks toe, ow!

Havin' sex with me and KG,

Now you're talkin' double team supreme.

 

Let's roll!

Oh!

[2-part:] Ahh, oh!

 

What! Yeah! Huh! Nah! Oh!

Ah, that's it, that's right, ohmygah, oh-I-think-I'm-gonna, Ohh!

Deht! Deht! Eeee!

...Splooge!

 

[spoken]

That was the one.

 

[KG:] Hail Satan!

[JB:] Hail Satan!

[KG:] Hail Satan!

[JB:] Hail Satan!

[Guest welshjerichomark]

since there is know1 here may i take this oppurtunity to publish the lyrics to 1 of my all-time faveorite songs

 

 

A long long time ago

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

And I knew that if I had my chance

I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

 

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Did you write the Book of Love?

And do you have faith in God above?

If the Bible tells you so

And do you believe in rock 'n roll

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage bronkin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

 

I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the King and Queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the King was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book of Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

 

We were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter

The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul out on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While the Seargants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died

 

We started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation Lost in Space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

 

He was singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

 

 

thank-u

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Damn you KingofOldSchool.

[Guest welshjerichomark]

ooooo sorry i didnt think there was any1 in here

[Guest KingOfOldSchool]

Fear my post whore powers, Jeff.

 

And that's a good song, jerichomark. One of my favorites... I hated the Madonna version though.

[Guest eiker_ir]

blah

[Guest Incandenza]

This thread is starting to lose some of its magic, again.

[Guest eiker_ir]

true true

[Guest Incandenza]

Why can't this thread just die?

Well, Cannon already listed the major reason why it won't die, so let's look at this problem a little closer, shall we?

 

1. Some of the people who kept this thread movin' in the past--like Flyboy and Blurricane--come here less and less. They have their reasons, of course, but I never realized how integral they were to the enjoyment of this thread until they were gone. But isn't that always the way?

 

2. The initial purpose of this thread was for mindless post whoring, but then it became the gathering place for a small group of people to chill and talk about random subjects. Still, there were people who used this thread for the post whoring, and, as annoying as it was, there was nothing we could do. With our hands tied, we sit and watch pages of posts from HBK16 about nothing. I don't blame him for this--under the guidelines of this thread, what he is doing is perfectly acceptable--but what he does kills this thread's mojo. If I had my way, people making post after post would have to talk about something interesting; writing again and again about how "I have to get more posts! Oooh, so-and-so is within reach! I must surpass him!" is NOT the way to go.

 

This thread will only get worse before it gets better--if it ever gets better. Some of us, myself included, have school starting up soon, which means a change in the amount of time spent hanging out here. Oh, sure, there may be the occasional small pocket of improvement; there was a period of about an hour last Friday night when this place was jumpin'. Alas, one interesting hour every few days does not make this thread worthwhile.

 

I don't have any proof whatsoever regarding this, but I wonder if this place only remains as active as it does because it is pinned. It's like its placement at the top of the folder warrants attention; were it never pinned--and I don't think it ever should have been--this thread may've died off by now, or at least find itself nearing the bottom of the page. But, because of its location, people who never really paid attention to it before will come by and check it out. Some like it (HBK16); some don't (YnA).

 

I've come this far, and I realize I have no way of ending this mini-essay, as I'm making it up as I go along, therefore I never had any sort plan. So, it's over now, I guess.

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Just to warn everyone, I'm getting the first post on the 635th page so....

[Guest DJ Jeff]

Well, Cannon already listed the major reason why it won't die, so let's look at this problem a little closer, shall we?

 

1. Some of the people who kept this thread movin' in the past--like Flyboy and Blurricane--come here less and less. They have their reasons, of course, but I never realized how integral they were to the enjoyment of this thread until they were gone. But isn't that always the way?

 

2. The initial purpose of this thread was for mindless post whoring, but then it became the gathering place for a small group of people to chill and talk about random subjects. Still, there were people who used this thread for the post whoring, and, as annoying as it was, there was nothing we could do. With our hands tied, we sit and watch pages of posts from HBK16 about nothing. I don't blame him for this--under the guidelines of this thread, what he is doing is perfectly acceptable--but what he does kills this thread's mojo. If I had my way, people making post after post would have to talk about something interesting; writing again and again about how "I have to get more posts! Oooh, so-and-so is within reach! I must surpass him!" is NOT the way to go.

 

This thread will only get worse before it gets better--if it ever gets better. Some of us, myself included, have school starting up soon, which means a change in the amount of time spent hanging out here. Oh, sure, there may be the occasional small pocket of improvement; there was a period of about an hour last Friday night when this place was jumpin'. Alas, one interesting hour every few days does not make this thread worthwhile.

 

I don't have any proof whatsoever regarding this, but I wonder if this place only remains as active as it does because it is pinned. It's like its placement at the top of the folder warrants attention; were it never pinned--and I don't think it ever should have been--this thread may've died off by now, or at least find itself nearing the bottom of the page. But, because of its location, people who never really paid attention to it before will come by and check it out. Some like it (HBK16); some don't (YnA).

 

I've come this far, and I realize I have no way of ending this mini-essay, as I'm making it up as I go along, therefore I never had any sort plan. So, it's over now, I guess.

That was.....ummmmm....true.

[Guest The Ruthless Aggressor]

Hey yo.

[Guest The Ruthless Aggressor]

Hey yo.

[Guest The Ruthless Aggressor]

I think people should use this thread for both mindless post whoring and discussion. But I think if there's discussion going on then people should join in rather than be a pest and talk about nothing, but if the thread is dead and you're alone posting like I am now, then you should be allowed to talk to yourselves for pages and pages like HBK does.

[Guest Shaved Bear]

i agree

[Guest Shaved Bear]

yep

[Guest The Ruthless Aggressor]

So still trying for 6000?

[Guest Marshall]

I got a haircut last saturday.

[Guest The Ruthless Aggressor]

Must of been exciting, Davy.

[Guest Shaved Bear]

yep