Davey and Goliath

[Jackstar]

K_Dubb, what do you think of the Andy Dick situation? Have you kept abreast of Dick?

This is as low as you have to go, by the way, I know that I am not better than this. Is my house, this is my level, this is my home, this is my stone, this is my bones below the throne of the absolute nadir of human measurement: I don't even know how low I went to get that badly back on to the badside list. Now, that is a bad rock bottom.

Yeah, no, I don't remember actually wanting to unwind it. Distinctly recall wishing to never be having to be concerned about transgressions against morays and folkways, I definitely remember nobody telling me to never arrange to prepare a sacrifice of remember throughout the isles of history and time for my own sake if not for anyone... Again I haven't done that kind of thing before in the same way for anyone, and... I guess it's not understood what the level of the sacrifice was.


Let's say for 5 years I had five different options, and then completely voluntarily I made myself utterly unable to make use of any single one of them other than the one that was appropriately made available for me and then the others they were also appropriately a made available they may actually have been better in some ways but not the one that I decided on is being more noble those are all just threw in a fire and watched burn to a crisp and never ever had access to her again and thus would always have to be positioned myself to recover from another challenge.

It seems like that didn't get enough recognition and I'm glad that it has now. I actually feel better I don't think that I'm infecting him anymore with my, you know... vile foulness. I hope next year for Christmas Santa Claus gives me a whole Santa Claus stocking of full of rapid covid test so I could find out as quickly as possible how polluted I've let myself become. And jesus, has had a terrifying thought what if I was actually polluting the first place and that was the best decision I ever made you know saving me from sullying God's magnificent creation any further, clearly it's been terrible.

Oh just thinking of it the little nose wrinkle with the completely is a little bit curled with derision whiskers. I remember her being very satisfied with the answers, and I certainly recall very well informed as to the nature of what had been before because afterwards there wasn't any difference and then wow did you think it was Nickelodeon police employees? Is it literally an actual fake excuse?

LOL. The speculative energy abounds and I am horrified of the further nightmares to come.


Let's hope that one of the other was actually crossed with our evil twin at one point so that at least one of you will be spared than any true memory of recall, it really was a dark, scary time.

I mean imagine, what if I had been right and it would have been perfectly all right for you to tell me what the fuck happened, full time I would have understood that it was... Only my biological purity that mattered at all!

You know I could have gotten started on the nose flushes and the biotoxin cleansing a lot sooner. Thought, why we fight, hey you know I probably shouldn't have been dating that other one either what was her name the fucking fruit person yeah she probably you know I think she belongs over there with the app stores I don't think I'll be doing that again. Well maybe I'm wrong it's hard to say now but I'm just going to err on the side of caution and make sure that other people go with other people and then see how they do before I think I got anything that's not foul corrupt and filled with decay.

Do I even wash my nipples? I don't even remember. My personal disgrace is self palpable.

[pate]

Quit calling faggots faggots, faggot!

...and just like that;  when you think it cannot possibly get anymore pinko-commie-degenerate:  some 'Tard absolutely has to "go there..."

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[Jackstar]

What do you think you would be like, and if you were a one being poisoned up the jams unknowingly? Would it be perhaps something that you would simply be... walking off? Good times for a cake decorating party. The date is a month ago, and while I certainly don't keep track very often, I don't have much of a track to keep trying to keep up off of. There is the delightful investigative pressure of passerby wandering and wondering what this half full little dish of Variety Pills

[iMETH]

It might not be for you. I know that being on task crafting walls of journals for days on end is not my favorite place to be. I do, enjoy the work. It is an enjoyable job. It can be enormously tedious, especially if I have a great deal of dimensional lingo to unfold into verbiage, and that could be complicated by the surrounding derision of hordes of unimaginative naysayers, who... you know, it's just a drag, the constant chipping away at the very notion that anything I'm cobbling to get her has any actual conveyance of meeting within it, which does seem largely null statement semantically since... Well you know how these nihilists break their bread out of nothing at all. “Nonsensical.” “Gibberish.”

Non-essential semantically-null content crafted by part-time engineers directed by full-time hair stylists who actually cannot and will not use any products that have been tested on animals. Some guilds have stricter rules than others, and were they to all be accessible at the same time, but I also mean the same brain. I'd love to list them all off like an auctioneer coming down off of lazy & HAF Susan working on a crying jag, ripping through homeowner association rules books at breaklaw speed.

(So I met this woman one time and she had a name that I've heard one time and I never heard that name again until this year. Really just a coincidence but it does seem like a delightfully reminiscent call back, although that's pretty much only to me since I know a person I'm talking about no one else does, oh actually I kinda doubt that, I think I might even know my own trivia, maybe so do you. Oops, NO CONTACTS probably not but nevertheless don't want any contact. I feel uncomfortable wanting any content at all with anyone, I might accidentally shift targets at an inopportune time and wake up with the pokey at battle stations.)

I can tell you how I use this data after I've created it, I will come back to it random intervals later and it will be, typically very inspiring, and once in awhile illuminating in different content directions that I had originally posted, as the recycling of these pathways through life is part of the deal with life on Earth.

(The voices of imagination that exhort me to act from the darkness they wield through, also known as Facebook, bring names back to life that disturb and haunt me, it wasn't that very long ago I was just looking for one name to say, “hello” and then no Earthly understanding at all of the connections around me led our community to sense no matter what I conceived of until it did in fact get there.

It's very satisfying, I do enjoy the creative expression and there is no doubt my mind that this is fine as forum software technology in the world this whole blue and white and gray and sketchy little girls all over the place.

And I see now that I'm disturbed to put this in the grieving David and Goliathread... It's not on ice, it's on HBO.

And for several months out of the last 2 years, I have been associated with the consumption of adulterated substances which is no longer an extant issue, but it certainly has explained everything for people, like why I'm so irritated, why don't I want to go there, when you come back here, when can I go out in the truck and beat the shit out of something?

...and just like that;  when you think it cannot possibly get anymore pinko-commie-degenerate:  some 'Tard absolutely has to "go there..."

Hey, actually, actually: for real when it comes to “going there,” I had some concerns about boundary setting that are hard to describe in any other way than “I didn't understand why this guy obviously understands certain things and then he doesn't seem to understand that he's having an Understanding With Friends TODAY.

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THAT ENTIRE DAMN NIGHT WAS SAD. I would actually be curious to analyze the data, the hard data, the real data, oh God just fucking put the fucking data in the goddamnplotter, please, quiet please. I assume that this is released? Well this assumption is not bearing fruit.

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[Worthauger]

hairstyles, too, like your new style-maven friend?  How about flat

LOVE LOVE LOVE
I think that's her. I have seen her blipping in and out four or five times over the last few years. Also, she's screaming in my ear (not really) about come pick me up, she needs new shoes, something about some horse, and... she likes me. Now, that's rare Earth. z

It must be a lot of work to keep track!

This is nothing compared to teaching me how to put a (blank) on a bull. In any case, I don't have to keep track, because in my role --Dude, nice ship-- the active target is the only track I am following from Source. So, she's lit right up.

For me. I don't know what it looks like from any other One's perspective. Hopefully, extra-charming! Because I'm good, and S\he is too. At least as far as the telemetry I'm getting goes. It's not too far. I'm not staying off of neutral Source, much, anyway.

So speaking of: where have you been? I have been asked. About you. It was hard to take the queries seriously, beacuse, like.. why would I know where you went in Hell? Not my area, right? No funny business here! Love conquers all.

So when can we hang out? Like, I am gonna go get a beer. Except it's late and I'm tired and I'm wearing a silk komono. This isn't an invitation unless you can be here in... eighteen minutes.


Make it seventy and I can arrange for you to meet Goliath. That's not my family, but -- I don't think they're allowed to be here right now. By the way, you are a hard man to reach, but not as hard as (PROT)'s khat.

eberlust,
oh, one (1) more thing. It's nuts. get ready. I can hardly believe it myself.

I, personally, had never done ingested, AT ALL, meth (but toooootally would have, doh) before THIS YEAR. (cymbals crash to floor) Yeah. No shit. Tind motes flown, and the Eagle -has- landed. Also I learned how to play lasagna on the drums but only if their skins are made from a (TITLE)'s flesh, and I picked up this hidden class skill perk by thumbing through a 535-page leaflet that someone left in the waiting room of the sideback alley Abbey of Waits and Measuring Quantities of (Blankampersandnevaketamine) -amines & Sometimes Select Puddings, which, if you didn't already know, has a bomb Sourcerocks And Butter Rolls After Party Ex Parte Motion Sensing Activated Cloaking Hovering HAIGUISE Device Recallibration One-Time-A-Year-Only Bargain Sale Event this year. It's coming up, I forget when. Must remember to Juggle. Gargle. GOOGLE. There, that's better.

Yeah, it's nice to see you too. "Two to beam up," haha, yeah, right. That's clearly not going to happen. It's gonna be: BEER -or- WATER.

Alright, now, if I ran out of the house right now, and waited exactly 5.7 minutes (or so), there would be a ride to pick us -both- up to take us to a -real- bar, which of course you know, I would never pass, either up, out, or on.

I think that's everything. PM your digits for next level access, welcome aboard. Are you always this on time, or are you made out of actual caboose parts? Just hit me in the face with a frying pan the next time you see me, if that's a rude question to ask a robot from the future in the public out on the open range, where the deer and the antelope would, in fact, be happy to FUCKING PLAY SOME FUCKING GOLF, LOSER. Any time, any when. However. Now that you've won that -other- thing, which, -you have-

rite? *click*

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Dude. U2 BonoVision. Get on it.

[Worthauger]

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All aboard. Actual. Of course I can explain. You're welcome.

[Jackstar]

While that may all be true I think it’s the jabs that have him this fucked up. 

Names, number of occurrences, and areas of concern, along with lists of suspected contaminants and adulterants. My office. (Naturally, The Frozen Throne. Flex.) Now.... would be nice, this -is- important, and the sooner I can get some of these infos cleared to me, the better I can help out Elvis -- but it -can- wait.

I can't, but will anyway. Standards. (Be glad, so glad, I don't have to ask you about which rabbit to kill. Like, not my preference, but yeah, that's one of my areas too. gigglesourcerous kex. Up or down, which is it gonna be? No, not Rex. kex. Oh Christ. No, I don't think they're aliens. unless they are. in which case: teams are dispatched. So, send in the other team for kex. (That -will- work.)



Trollda: if this is too hard for you, I can make it either more or less gay. I broke all the other knobs and buttons and dials on this instrument panel, and yes, I'm being serious, GAY/NO_GAY is the only way that I could have gotten as far as I did, and if there had been a switch marked TEA/NO_TEA I would have obviously picked that one to hang on to, but I went with GAY/NO_GAY and IMMAMENTIZE, and as well all know the famous maxim.... ahhh, fuck, I lost it. That was a good one. Let me tell you, Kid Ickyeewwwrust, writing spells on The Internet is cool, but casting Sourcery ONTO The Internet is fuckin' blankin' Divine. Like, I don't even care about fucking anything any more, even myself, I have found my calling in life, and no, I don't have to be, it's just really-really convenient to consume it -for myself- just once a year, lol. This is fun. FUN. It feels good, helps the planet, the world, the globe, et cetera... yeah, so, just so you know, I don't regret working at Pizza Hut. Not one bit. Obviously, probably should have started there in the first place anyway, as it has lead.. to all of THIS SITH SHIT. You know, since I know the stuff that -I am not writing down-, and so few people do possess all the separate compartmentalizations that would be required of one in your position, you know, if anyone ever does go back in time to 1978 to keep my nose from getting all smooshed in. (Except it wasn't. Was it? Fuck if I know, lol, that is why someone eventually goes back, and hopefully, before I do, because I haven't done that yet. I assume it'll be quite a few more years before I start pulling flyin' blankin' cars driven by hawt-assed monkeys out of my butt... because, I -know- I am going to do -that,- I just haven't gotten a round TUIT yet. (It's the older way to do this, Other Reader, I'm not just doing this to entertain or to waste time or to publically masturbate-- if I were, I would really just stand on a street corner and hang a bare leg out.)

Worth it. Don't even need the pinko commies with their plastic tanks of oxyacetylene to agree, they can't do anything without The Lid anyway.

Only eye can. Sigh. +1, Sympathies.

[Jackstar]

LOVE LOVE LOVE
I think that's her.

Not those two. S55

Dude. U2 BonoVision. Get on it.

DAVE'S NOT HERE. *click*

[Jackstar]

depending how long the therapy takes.

Look, I'm tellin' ya: if you can't get a rapy over and done with, in this case, under a 7.7m timing window, I'm not sure what to tell you, but you are probably not doing the rapy rite.

Yes, I imagine that you are and may well be forevermore, potentially, somewhat devastoted by this seemingly deadlocked warlock's outcome becoming a concrete reality, however, remember to remember the following: Team Advantage has The Advantage, and doesn't even need it. And besides that, I am a Sourceror. I'm a snappy dresser, too. (Say hello to your Lightstar for me.) Should it ever prove necessary, I will of course be available, after only perhaps a minor bit of light questing , & a couple of pair of doc's cycle visits to follow up and catch up on with, even if you -both- get turned into a pair of actual fucking toads (Ed.: Someone call Fruit Of The Loom, We have their new mascot), not only will I be happy to change you back -last,- -stricktly- as a courtesy, -just- so you -know- it's not some kind of a -trick- or a -ploy- or an -actual-action-of-JHVH-or-whatever, I'll also let you do it to me afterwards, so you can watch me change myself back. (That way, you won't ever have to go through any of this malarkey all over again, for yourself, ever.)

I don't know how a frog without a dick can change itself back into a (blank), Bob, but... when it comes to toads, well, boy howdy! I got you covered.

[Jackstar]

Names, number of occurrences, and areas of concern, along with lists of suspected contaminants and adulterants. My office.

Okay, listen up C-Bird cistern: I should have gotten this by now. Seriously! Important. It's for work. Come on man. Bird. Birdman. What serious, Lee could ever fuck that? How would... who does he think... look, okay, I got it: teams are on it.

Oh, no, you won't owe me. lol. I know, right? Christmas comes a lot of times in a year now. New union rule. I hear you asking, but shit, they wont let Me in yet either, don't think I've been leaning on F5 long enough to have triggered enough stem cells to circulate that I could have a second erect penis standing by, if I wanted to. If I had a fluffer. Oh, if I had a hammer... hey, that's a good idea for a, like, a breakfast serial/cereal. A hammer and a fluffer. Fuck yeah. I think I just came arrived.



Wew lad. That was fun. Now I am spent. It was much better than Cats. Now, pretty please, with extra scopolamine Sucrets on top: I actually have a need to know that data. Let's talk. It's fine. It's time. It's a fine time... no, Christ, not for Whoopi, she's probably already doing her Ping-Pong ball trick in 10F for the eighty-nineteenth time already.

Yes, people like us. No, I can't believe it either, so that should tell you EVERYTHING one might ever need to know, assuming one is so totesure that even if they don't know nothing, they sure do know more nothing than Jon Snow. Rite? (*cymbals crash against invisible shielding, fall transmuting to floor, arrive as rodents, and scurry off towards The Minion's Lounge*) Right. Reset and go for it again, Butterfly Buttons, you'll get there. (if/when I'll be more powerful than you can even imagine, but so will you, and I will have known it already. 10/10 for flinching.) I mean, it's dangerous to go alone, but it is amazing that you're even trying at all, let alone, trying the hard way.

Do, or do not. There is no_T, try it in C. But, gotdam, there sure is practice, n'est-ce pas? Yar, matey. CHECKED>

[Walks_At_Night]

Episode 23

The episode starts out rocking!  Davey is jamming out just like Bun E. Carlos.  Look at him go!



Seems like he is being tutored by Jimmy in order to participate in a parade. The lads cruise over to the
firehouse where Davey aces the audition and makes the band. Basking in the glow of victory, they
then head over to the big prize for the parade - a rather majestic looking steed. It has a noble
bearing about it and one could easily accept that it was a proginy of a mighty Arabian. Straight of
back, with a glossy mane - this is a horse's horse.  All except...the eyes. It is hard to describe the
animals dead eyes. Very hard to descibe. As close as I can conjour up is a "Piss Hole in the Snow" but
that is not quite right.

The fellahs kick a can over by a house under construction where Male Pattern Baldness Guy is up in the
rafters framing away.  The house under construction is actually pretty impressive: with equidistant
studs and strategic cross bracing. Davey has the bright idea to climb the house but MPBG shoos them
off with a gruff "You'll get hurt. Scram".  The "hurt" has a bit of a flair to it. New Jersey maybe?
Can't quite place it.

After returning to Jimmy's joint, they decide that Jimmy's parade float sucks balls and a plot to turn
Goliath into a lion encaged in a proper float is hatched. The boys start scrounging around for float materials.
Elaine is coerced into making a lion's mane for Goliath. A whistle blows and the construction crew knocks
off for lunch, so Davey heads on over to the construction site and horks a bunch of wooden spindles. After lunch is over
MPBG is mega pissed as he notices that he has been robbed.

With the ill gotten spindles, the lads build a rather impressive float where Goliath can act like a
caged lion. Goliath then tests out the new lion's mane and it is well...hideous. He looks more like one
of the Monkee's rather than a fierce king of the jungle. You kind of feel bad for him. He has been
disrepected before but not like this.

On the day of the parade, Davey and Golaith are up bright and early and are ready for action over at Jimmy's
house. As Jimmy is choking down breakfast, MPBG shows up and lights Davey up over the stolen wood. Grabs
him by the collar and starts poking him with his calloused Jersey pointy finger.


Davey bitches out and blames the theft on Jimmy and legs it. Can't say that I blame him! MPBG knocks on Jimmy's
doors and J's old man answers. The dad is a male pattern bald type as well and MPGB immediately acknowledges him as
his superior in the bald man's hiearchy - as such there is not the fist fight we were hoping for. Jimmy is
simply barred from the parade.

The parade goes on as planned but is indeed Jimmyless. The best part is when some dude totally zonked out on 'ludes drives
by hauling the nag and no one bats an eye!

 

Confused that Jimmy is MIA, Davey pops back over to the construction site where MPGB gloats that Jimmy was barred
for being a theiving dawg.  Davey confesses and seems contrite but there is no real moral or even a word about
God.



A hoo hum episode. It had its good points - Golaith got humiliated with that Peter Tork wig. So that's cool.
The details on the house under construction is impressive and of course MPBG is the star.  The thing is that
he has no help and can't do it alone.

Two and a half roses.

[Anniem]

Episode 23

The episode starts out rocking!  Davey is jamming out just like Bun E. Carlos.  Look at him go!



Seems like he is being tutored by Jimmy in order to participate in a parade. The lads cruise over to the
firehouse where Davey aces the audition and makes the band. Basking in the glow of victory, they
then head over to the big prize for the parade - a rather majestic looking steed. It has a noble
bearing about it and one could easily accept that it was a proginy of a mighty Arabian. Straight of
back, with a glossy mane - this is a horse's horse.  All except...the eyes. It is hard to describe the
animals dead eyes. Very hard to descibe. As close as I can conjour up is a "Piss Hole in the Snow" but
that is not quite right.

The fellahs kick a can over by a house under construction where Male Pattern Baldness Guy is up in the
rafters framing away.  The house under construction is actually pretty impressive: with equidistant
studs and strategic cross bracing. Davey has the bright idea to climb the house but MPBG shoos them
off with a gruff "You'll get hurt. Scram".  The "hurt" has a bit of a flair to it. New Jersey maybe?
Can't quite place it.

After returning to Jimmy's joint, they decide that Jimmy's parade float sucks balls and a plot to turn
Goliath into a lion encaged in a proper float is hatched. The boys start scrounging around for float materials.
Elaine is coerced into making a lion's mane for Goliath. A whistle blows and the construction crew knocks
off for lunch, so Davey heads on over to the construction site and horks a bunch of wooden spindles. After lunch is over
MPBG is mega pissed as he notices that he has been robbed.

With the ill gotten spindles, the lads build a rather impressive float where Goliath can act like a
caged lion. Goliath then tests out the new lion's mane and it is well...hideous. He looks more like one
of the Monkee's rather than a fierce king of the jungle. You kind of feel bad for him. He has been
disrepected before but not like this.

On the day of the parade, Davey and Golaith are up bright and early and are ready for action over at Jimmy's
house. As Jimmy is choking down breakfast, MPBG shows up and lights Davey up over the stolen wood. Grabs
him by the collar and starts poking him with his calloused Jersey pointy finger.


Davey bitches out and blames the theft on Jimmy and legs it. Can't say that I blame him! MPBG knocks on Jimmy's
doors and J's old man answers. The dad is a male pattern bald type as well and MPGB immediately acknowledges him as
his superior in the bald man's hiearchy - as such there is not the fist fight we were hoping for. Jimmy is
simply barred from the parade.

The parade goes on as planned but is indeed Jimmyless. The best part is when some dude totally zonked out on 'ludes drives
by hauling the nag and no one bats an eye!

 

Confused that Jimmy is MIA, Davey pops back over to the construction site where MPGB gloats that Jimmy was barred
for being a theiving dawg.  Davey confesses and seems contrite but there is no real moral or even a word about
God.



A hoo hum episode. It had its good points - Golaith got humiliated with that Peter Tork wig. So that's cool.
The details on the house under construction is impressive and of course MPBG is the star.  The thing is that
he has no help and can't do it alone.

Two and a half roses.

What a great post!  How are you doing, WAN?

[Walks_At_Night]

What a great post!  How are you doing, WAN?

I am well Annie. Not as well as K_Dubb though.  Here it was thought he had croaked but turns out he was on a good feed.  WTF happened? Jesus.

[Jackstar]

WTF happened? Jesus.

Also: Stella & Louise. Of course I've not heard from them since. No need!


Further: good evening mister Ed. Nice walk for a night. And no I haven't been playing "tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree” because I don't have any one to tie a yellow ribbon for. Otherwise I would. We got plenty of trees here, aren't they all "oak?" Who cares what's the difference Kelly, technically you're made of wood, oak oak oak

[Jackstar]

Here it was thought he had croaked

I AM willing to testify with my dick on a Bible that I did not change him back from a toad. That way I can put up both (2) hands to G-d. Doesn't that sound nice? Yeah, I bet you wish you still had One.

[Jackstar]

What a great post!  How are you doing, WAN?

This seems a little strange for a beaver's wormhole to be here, but that's okay I'll take it, because earlier today I tried to send something and I discovered that I couldn't because of some obscure Guild rule that says I can't use well whatever anyway I tried to send you something and I couldn't imagine that and then how's he doing well he's been better but he's been a whole lot fucking worse too you know he fucking cut a deal and he didn't fucking tell anybody and he took a God damn Resurrection card and then he fucking came back and act like nothing happened to get away with it he didn't fucking get away with it now they fucking and then they did something else that I can't talk about and then


AND THEN they took away his METH. (Bet you're glad you went now.) Mrs walks reports that he's probably a lot more pleasant at night since he's taking the sunglasses and you know has begun to walk around again instead of fucking hovering.

Dictated but not proofread translation errors will be found lots of love don't get your ass to Mars how about a library? Whatever it'll just have to wait, no I'm not doing anything fuck that, you called him you fire him *click*