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Compugasm · Jul 26, 2008, 06:55 pm

If I have to hear Ned Ryerson say "It's a doosey" one more time, I'm gonna punch him.

Deadeye · Jul 26, 2008, 07:52 pm

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Quote by: Clarence

I put this in Misc in case somebody wanted to debate. Otherwise I would have put it in genereal discussion as pure coversation.

I want to hear your opinion. Everybody NEEDS your opinion. Sum it all up for everybody..
Here's the question...

What is going on?

"Alfie"

Thanatos · Jul 27, 2008, 12:12 am

In other news, my breath is now so bad I can smell it.

Tycoon · Jul 27, 2008, 03:57 am

My life is so dreadfully boring that I played so much Rock Band that I broke the drumsticks and the bass pedal.

Maryjane · Jul 27, 2008, 11:16 am

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Quote by: Jack

Sunday I'll finally get to attend Comicon. That's what will be going on.
Won't be here at all that day.

I saw that on the news this morning. Looks like a blast! I hope you have fun (and take your camera...should be some great pics)

I fly out of Boston at 3 today...50 minute lay over in NY. Snapped some great pics yesterday. I'll post them later on my profile page.

Deadeye · Jul 27, 2008, 01:12 pm

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Quote by: Thanatos

In other news, my breath is now so bad I can smell it.

Turn away from sin.......and onions.

Deadeye · Jul 27, 2008, 01:22 pm

I had a friend one time who could fart on cue. He was a fellow pilot in a Marine Corps A-4 squadron that I was a member of.

Now if you are a Marine and you can fart on cue you become instantly famous. It's a real talent. He'd mosy on over to a group of us and then just kind of stand there and smile. It took maybe five or six seconds for the effects to waft up to our noses and everyone would start gagging and retching. Then he'd just turn and stroll away searching out another group to attack.

Of course this made him very popular and fun to have around. Finally however his wife ordered him to leave the reserve squadron or she'd leave him, so he announced that to save his family he'd have to leave. He also promised to tell a select person the secret to his talent so that it'd be passed on to a new generation and not lost to posterity.

One day he saddled up next to me and whispered, "onions". Then he said, "Whatever you do don't take a shit".

Well I did my best, but I never could hold a candle to the Phantom Farter. He was a genius and was much missed.

Jul 26, 2008, 06:55 pm	#21 (permalink) (top)
Compugasm Son of X51 Location: San Diego Posts: 3,889	If I have to hear Ned Ryerson say "It's a doosey" one more time, I'm gonna punch him. Death to Videodrome! Long live The New flesh!

Jul 27, 2008, 12:12 am	#23 (permalink) (top)
Thanatos Arbiter of Weird Location: New Hampshire Posts: 1,753	In other news, my breath is now so bad I can smell it. Destroying America one Volconvo post at a time. The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.

Jul 27, 2008, 03:57 am	#24 (permalink) (top)
Tycoon Queer Location: California Posts: 2,605	My life is so dreadfully boring that I played so much Rock Band that I broke the drumsticks and the bass pedal. Ty/Tyc/Tyke/Tycoon

Jul 27, 2008, 01:22 pm	#27 (permalink) (top)
Deadeye Hot Lava Posts: 892	I had a friend one time who could fart on cue. He was a fellow pilot in a Marine Corps A-4 squadron that I was a member of. Now if you are a Marine and you can fart on cue you become instantly famous. It's a real talent. He'd mosy on over to a group of us and then just kind of stand there and smile. It took maybe five or six seconds for the effects to waft up to our noses and everyone would start gagging and retching. Then he'd just turn and stroll away searching out another group to attack. Of course this made him very popular and fun to have around. Finally however his wife ordered him to leave the reserve squadron or she'd leave him, so he announced that to save his family he'd have to leave. He also promised to tell a select person the secret to his talent so that it'd be passed on to a new generation and not lost to posterity. One day he saddled up next to me and whispered, "onions". Then he said, "Whatever you do don't take a shit". Well I did my best, but I never could hold a candle to the Phantom Farter. He was a genius and was much missed.