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Message |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 12:03 pm: |   |
I did time in Ft. Wayne In. It was hell. The only saving grace was the relaxed sexual attitude of womenfolk. |
Crowlyman
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 11:54 am: | |
Indiana. The place where corn comes from. And criminals. I live withing smelling distance of Gary Indiana. |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 11:52 am: | |
Blue sez:
"maybe you'll meet the girl of your dreams for the night."
For real? Nah! |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 11:50 am: | |
Etienne sez:
"Once a Mitten Man, always a Mitten Man."
Yeah, true to some extent. Michigan is alright, but I like it here much better. |
Blue
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 11:31 am: | |
I'm your mistess Kallisti of the web you know
the baddest mistress to ever
oust the Don and go
Boom!
(DHH are SF boys, correct?)
California above all others |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 9:28 am: | |
DUH. the complete verse link is right there.
*hide* |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 9:21 am: | |
I don't remember if I liked that movie. Have I seen it all the way through? don't know ...
and, *we* always sung it thusly:
Do your tits hang low,
Do they wobble to and fro,
Can you throw 'em over yer shoulder
Like a continental soldier?
for rythms sake, I always thought it ended too abruptly. is there a lost verse??? |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 9:17 am: | |
Quote:Our Red Flannel Day - Lots to Do!
The Lumberjack Supper features menus of the old lumbering camps: salt pork, boiled potatoes, cornbread, baked beans, homemade pies. . .lickin' good.
I'm movin' ... |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 9:16 am: | |
Watching Kalifornia on UPN...
Another great song.
Do your balls hang low,
Do they swing to and fro,
Can you throw 'em over yer shoulder
Like a continental soldier? |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 9:10 am: | |
and I'll say for the members who are a bit absentee at the moment, we have Morrigan, Emmy, Sir Rick Royale, and perhaps soon, the world's angriest hippy, Marc. |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 8:58 am: | |
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quitely to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
(uh, except Jerry Brown is now mayor of Oakland) |
Pikkle
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 8:38 am: | |
An absinthe in HELL!!! |
Pikkle
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 8:27 am: | |
I didn't know you were from Colombia! Cool!!!!!!!!!! Say hi to the Rodriguez Orejuela brothers for me, would ya? |
Raschied
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 8:12 am: | |
Try to check me out, but I'll never leave, man.
Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 7:51 am: | |
RED FLANNEL QUEEN
Red Flannel Festival Cedar Springs Oct 4, 02 - Oct 5, 02
So good it's held for TWO days.
The thing that fucking gets me...
There's no more trap door and
they're made of a poly-blend not
cotton. |
Artemis
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 6:48 am: | |
Michigan. The swallows arrived last weekend.
And today is Possum Day. Well, Blossom Day, anyhow. I was in the supermarket this morning, and I asked the checkout lady:
"So it's Possum Day downtown today; is that a big deal, will it be crowded?"
"You mean the Blossum Day Parade? It's already crowded, people out there with lawn chairs and blankets, staking out their territory at 5 in the morning".
"Really? Sounds like a good day for me to stay away from downtown."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, I'm going to get some lawn furniture cheap!"
"How's that?"
"Well about now the police will be out there, rousting the people who show up too early, confiscating lawn chairs and stuff. Later on they auction off all that stuff."
I asked a longtime resident later if all that was true, and he said it was. The territorial battles got intense, with people putting out blankets and furniture to stake out turf at midnight, and other people pissing on the blankets and stealing or trashing the furniture, so the Burgermeisters had to set an official starting time, and the cops had to step in to enforce it. All this so people can stand on the sidewalk and wave at the Possum Queen.
I hate parades, but it's good to have the seamier side of things revealed ... |
Nascentvirion
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 6:33 am: | |
Putting it down for the city O steel in New Kentucky. Whoop Whoop. |
Buck_Turgidson
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 6:18 am: | |
PA |
Etienne
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 5:17 am: | |
Liver;
You're just a Michigan ex-pat, aren't ya? Once a Mitten Man, always a Mitten Man. |
Etienne
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 5:08 am: | |
MICHIGAN!!!! |
Albertcamus
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 3:33 am: | |
pennsylvania,which is after all the "new Kentucky". "Pennsyltucky" |
Blue
| | Posted on Saturday, May 4, 2002 - 12:50 am: | |
Going back to Cali -- belly up to the bar, near Skybar that is, and order up. Know the secret words and win a prize. (It's not 'gin and tonic.') Get your shot of Green Goblin and maybe you'll meet the girl of your dreams for the night at the same time. Welcome to the Hotel California. |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Friday, May 3, 2002 - 11:14 pm: | |
Fuck the mitten. How many fairy fuckers up in that woodsy joint? 3, mebbe 4? Snort! |
Pikkle
| | Posted on Friday, May 3, 2002 - 11:09 pm: | |
Uh-uh... the Great Fakes State, bee-yatch!!!!!!!! Come on down to Greenfield and McNichols to find out, if you got the guts, HO!!!!! |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Friday, May 3, 2002 - 10:54 pm: | |
Roll call! Who's the state w/the mostest fairy squeezin' freaks? Keystone, or Faultline Central.
And kickin' it off:
Me=Pa. |
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