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AzzGab => Esoterica => Topic started by: Walks_At_Night on April 14, 2021, 03:36:21 AM
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Davey, Goliath, God and You!
A revival thread.
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Episode 8
Sally, Jimmy and Davey are kicking it along the top of a small retaining wall after school when they hear a monotone "Meow". It is soon determined that this is coming from a kitten that is stuck up in a tree. The indomitable Jimmy, who by now seems to be firmly entrenched as Davey's wingman is enlisted to climb the tree and fetch it. As he does so we notice another case of objects moving by themselves in the background.
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Jimmy fetches the cat in as slick a cat retrieval mission as one could ever want to see. Sally of course, wheedles the cat away from Jimmy within three nanoseconds of it's rescue. I'm not sure I see the attraction. It's meow's are monotone, it does freaky shit with it's face and it is all rigid and stiff like it is having some sort of neuromuscular contraction or something. Let us just say it is a grody looking kitty.
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It matters not as Sally is a cat lady in waiting. That much is perfectly clear. She thanks God for giving her the cat which kind of knocks Jimmy's nose out of joint a bit. He is like "Whoa! I'm the one that scaled the tree, saved the cat and then gave it to you". Reaffirming her cat lady to be tendencies, Sally tells him that he didn't make the kitten so screw off. Jimmy being the good dude that he is lets it slide.
The scene cuts over to Davey's house and we notice two cool things. The first is that the Hansen house has a room a with clerestory windows. I like clerestory windows. Just another kick in the balls reminder that I was born too late. We also notice that Jimmy is holding a book entitled "McDuffy Spe" but we never get to see the rest of the title. This is annoying but what is to be done? Did some searching on book titles starting with "McDuffy Spe" but they came back with nothing tangible. We'll never know. :'( Goliath also meets the cat and of course wants no part of the thing and is worried that it is going to have to live in his dog house.
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Elaine Hansen tells Sally she can keep the cat as long as no one calls to claim it. Sally wastes no time and bungs it into to the scrub tub. Miraculously, the cat doesn't freak out totally in the tub. The prospect of someone calling out of the blue and taking the cat away hangs over Sally like the Sword of Damocles. So much so that she never bothers to name the thing and it remains "kitten" throughout the episode. Tensions are high as the blower rings. Is it the dreaded call? Nope - turns out that Davey and Sally have a package that was delivered over at Jimmy's joint by mistake. Davey makes a beeline over to Jimmy's and the package is pretty damned big. Sally and Goliath lag a bit as she is still in her jammy's but soon the big box is opened and OMG. It is a garden variety, everyday, common, run of the mill, mechanical man. With "Mekano" stamped on its galvanized chest.
Mekano is one weird looking piece of engineering. All boxy, with red Tootsie Pops for ears and wires connecting them to a tenner up top. You would think it would be the device of the hour but nope. Sally notices that there is a wind up cat [of course she notices the cat]. She fires it up and it heads out and tries to attack Goliath. It's murderous attack is only foiled when Goliath does an Ole' at the wall like a master matador and the wind up cat conks out. There is a little detente session between the real cat and Goliath at this point. I guess the big fellah figured well at least the real cat didn't try and rip my throat out and peace is made.
Jimmy and Davey soon have Mekano cooking along. They are not real great at driving it and soon it is headed straight for Jimmy's picture window. In what is probably the funniest moment in the series to date, Mekano gets to the window just as Jimmy's Milf of a Mom raises the shade. As the shade goes up she finds Mekano doing the Snoopy as a Vulture bit and ogling her Milfness. For added drama there is a wonderful musical effect and the Milfy just about wets down both legs. The producers executed this scene to perfection. Still shaken by the horror in the window, Milfy orders Davey and Mekano away. Jimmy laments that it might be a week before he can see Davey again.
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We time travel a week ahead as Jimmy arrives over at Davey's. Davey is getting Mekano set up to pitch and Sally is rocking an LA Dodgers hat, which again affirms that the Hansen's live out West. Sally puts the hat on Mekano which magically transforms him from a suave, tormentor of Milf's into a well...there is no nice way to say it, but a dork. As usual, Goliath wants nothing to do with this whole Mekano the pitcher thing. He has to be bribed with bones to catch Mekano. Oh Goliath. Why do you always get suckered in by the bones when you know better? If you could have shown just a little discipline, much evil could have been averted. Alas Goliath's jonesing for bones gets the best of him again. Jimmy steps up to the dish and Mekano delivers the pitch. He's got pretty good heat and blows it right by Jimmy. Mekano's programming must have been inspired by Eddie Feigner as he windmills and shoots it underhand. Whatever. Mekano is unhittable and a couple of burners blow right by Jimmy. The cat, being smarter than it looks, distracts Davey with its Devil Cat ways and he bumps the control unit. Mekano grabs Goliath by the tail and flings him 30 feet in the air and the hapless pooch crashes to earth in a heap with a sickening thud. Goliath limps back to his Dog House to try and get his spleen back in place and the cat comes over and makes kissy face with him in sympathy. Goliath, being the mope that he is falls for it.
The lads dick with Mekano's programming and the automaton wings the ball into the Stratosphere. All the humans leave to try and retrieve the ball. Goliath finally passes out from the internal bleeding and conks out in his Dog House. The cat, being a cat, decides that he hasn't had enough and goes to the control unit and unleashes hell on earth at Goliath. Mekano rages like a berserker out of the north. Reaching deep down inside himself, Goliath somehow finds the inner strength to defend himself and busts Mekano's arm off. The kids return and there is some discussion about Mekano being just so much metal and not even being alive. That only God can create living creatures and this is as it should be. Jimmy discusses a wonderful scheme to try and turn Mekano into some sort of horrid cyborg made out of human body parts that would be (I guess) horked from the graveyard. Sally reaffirms her cat lady to be status by putting the kibosh on this plan. Elaine comes out and tells the kids that it is supper time. They shoo Jimmy away and go inside. The episode ends as Mekano is left in a mangled heap to rust away in the elements. Unloved and unwanted because he is just a machine after all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmE1qQGH_hg
A wonderful episode. Had lots of nice little details. Midcentury clerestory windows, hot little Milfy's, a scheming, diabolical cat. Solid as a rock. A reasonable message.
Three and half roses.
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Episode 8
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. We also notice that Jimmy is holding a book entitled "McDuffy Spe" but we never get to see the rest of the title. This is annoying but what is to be done? Did some searching on book titles starting with "McDuffy Spe" but they came back with nothing tangible. We'll never know. :'(
The cat is possessed by a demon. Even the library of congress comes up with nothing for your book title. Really too bad... I was hoping to find it somewhere.
I suppose the bright side is that it is not the fathers porn magazine from a previous episode (I forget what it was now.)
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Fear not. As I type this I am working on the next episode right now. Got a little distracted as I needed to get my shout out from Bill:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf1HfUqjpAw
Which I got!
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Episode 9
Davey has a water rifle. Like a Texan locked in a tower, he is blasting here. He is blasting there. He is blasting everywhere. Goliath is passed out in his dog house having a snooze when Davey nails him with a headshot out of the blue. He lines Sally up next and is ready to send her to the promised land when she whines "Mother" in a most grating on the nerves way. The offscreen Elaine, tells them to go out and shoot targets together. The scene cuts to out inna woods, where Davey notices he needs a refill. He heads over to the stream but Sally derfs it and bites the dust. As she is lying there, her water rifle is available so Goliath paws it and nails Davey upside his head. Proving yet again that Goliath is not one of these mamby pamby, "turn the other cheek" New Testament dogs. He's an Old Testament Wrath of God type and not one to allow a slight to go unavenged. Goliath follows it up by talking a little shit to Davey. Basically a cherry on top.
The kids then notice Hell House deep in the woods. Its run down. The shutters are askew. It hasn't been painted since the Rutherford B. Hayes administration. It rather looks like Norman Bates's pad of death up on the hill. This particular episode was made in 1960 - the same year Pyscho came out, so perhaps they modeled it from the movie. Wouldn't it be groovy if this episode actually came out first and Hitchcock ripped the house from D&G? Anyhoo, Davey checks the door, it is unlocked so he boogies on in [of course, he does]. This is probably not the best of ideas as the whole joint looks like it was going to collapse as he walked on the porch.
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Paying no mind to structural instability, Davey notices some weird sort of 40's looking oscilloscope that Werner von Braun used in developing the V-2. There is also a rack of scientific glassware on a shelf - beakers and test tubes that he immediately busts up as creepy music plays in the background. Sally and Goliath are fully inside now and the door shuts by itself! The door can not be opened, Sally breaks down sobbing. We have to take a break here to reflect on Sally a little bit. You know what? Through the first eight episodes, she has been a pretty cool little sister. Not that clingy, whiny or bitchy - well she did get a little crazed last episode but after all she is a girl and there was a cat involved. I think we have to cut her some slack on that one. However, this episode she is in full baby sister mode and the tears of terror are flowing like Tahquamenon Falls.
Davey decides to distract her by firing up the oscilloscope of von Braun and pretending it is a time machine. What could go wrong? Sure enough instead of signal voltage we see the past - we get to see the circus that the Hansen's saw last week with some sort of nappy looking Cougar locked up in an iron cage. Wait. Suddenly we are in Egypt land! Off screen we hear some Orson Wells dude tell "David" to watch the lambs and we see Davey all decked out in his Bedouin head gear. Suddenly two lions attack and we have action! "David" asks God for strength and then gets his sling cooking and drills the first lion right in the left eyeball!
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"David" then takes his shepherd's shillelagh and bashes lion #2 vigorously as it is ripping the spine out of a lamb.
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There is really dramatic music in the background that enhances the action. The oscilloscope tunes out of Egypt land and Sally has a complete melt down.
In an attempt to hush her up, Davey lets her drive the oscilloscope and tells her to go into the future. Suddenly, a literal little rat bastard sneaks out and savages Goliath's tail. He leaps in a desperate attempt at escape and cuts Sally's legs out from under her. As she goes ass over tip, she spins the future dial way, way to the right. Suddenly the Hansen children are shown on some sort of rocket launch pad. They are wearing some sort weird getup like Ace Frehely in KISS. Mysteriously Sally is now "Bets" and Davey seems to be "Kim". Yes "Kim". I'd imagine it is supposed to be Tim but I hear "Kim" and Youtube closed captioning does too. Perhaps it is "Kim" as in 1960 Kim Philby was still not exposed as a traitorous mole..forever more tarnishing male Kims with the stink of deceit and treason. The loud speaker wakes up and said that the next flight is headed to Mars. The rocket blasts off right on schedule and the kids walk up to some Weisenheimer and ask how much does it cost to fly to Saturn. The Weisenheimer says that it costs three large and "Kim" says "Wow!". Weisenheimer snidely replies "Cash or check. That's how". While "Kim" is matching wits with the Weisenheimer, "Bets" has crawled underneath a Saturn V on the launch pad and gets her foot stuck in the grate. The loudspeaker wakes up and says that it is time to light that candle for Saturn. Try as they might, "Bets" is good and stuck. Cue the dramatic music and the action cuts to the loudspeaker. As it wakes up and says that there are only thirty seconds to go, we have our first true X-File event of the series [can't really count the moving rock or twitching flower from the earlier episodes]. We have a genuine, 1oo% authentic, dyed in the wool Rod sighting. It is clear as a can be and would have made Art Bell proud:
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Things are very dicey as "Bets" tells "Kim" to bug out and save himself. "Kim" asks God for bravery and manages to free her before she gets burned to a cinder. With the time travel over, we cut back to Hell House where Sally whines that it is getting dark. Davey finds what he thinks is a light switch and he starts reefing on it. No lights come on in Hell House but we see some sort of red alert going on elsewhere. WTAF?
The scene cuts to Ma and Pa Kettle chilling in their den but strangely Ma Kettle seems to have that extinct Mid-Atlantic accent. Instead of telling us the only thing we have to fear, is fear itself. She goes with: "Bahb the light in your lab flashing". Pa scrambles immediately and does the Angus Scrimm on up to Hell House. All with super creepy background music setting the mood.
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Things are all setup for a story climax of the ages. The music reaches a crescendo as Pa opens the door and we expect him to shout "Boy!" in his best Angus Scrimm sneer. We are let down bitterly. Pa turns out to be a sweet old feller instead of the crazed mad scientist that we were earnestly hoping for. He notices the shattered glassware but just expresses concern over the possibility of the kids cutting themselves. Ma shows up not with an admonishment that the surprise forced entry, trespassing and destruction of private property are a day which will go down in Infamy but rather with a "Bahb who is it?". Soon enough the Hansen parents are called and the whole thing winds down with a whimper. It finishes up with the whole Hansen family discussing the events. ??? No ass whipping or going to bed without supper. Just a "We are proud of you".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO5Sx7hCBTw
It is a weird episode. The action scenes in Egypt were superb and the background music was outstanding. Still there was so much more that could have been done with the storyline. You've got a dude that keeps all sorts of electronic equipment and scientific glassware up in an abandoned house that has a red alert light hooked up back to the main house. The audience wants to learn more but never does. While the message is a decent one, it is hammered into the storyline awkwardly. I want to hate on this episode but can't due to music and action. Three roses.
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For any readers that need a little help with the Tall Man, Angus Scrimm. Well - here he is, doing what he does best:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqoEWH89K1w
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Gee that Sally was a real drip! I'd have left her to barbecue on the launchpad. Maybe the red signal light is how Pops asks Katherine Heartburn for a sandwich when he's deep into it? I did like the thereminny soundtrack right there.
Goliath's "gamblers' hideout" suggestion was weird. I seem to remember stories about police busting up illegal poker games and such back in the old days, maybe that was still a thing. Or, for a menacing air of vice, the tamest thing the writers could put in. Great fun!
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Made by the same people who made this little, green guy:
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the show was.
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I am sure she said Kim, too. Assuming Episode 9 is in the first three years, which seems reasonable, I think you nailed it.
Davey and Goliath - 1961–1973
Kim Philby busted - 1963
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Is it wrong that I enjoy your commentary and review more than the shows themselves? I will watch this latest episode- but I feel like it is completely unnecessary.
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Is it wrong that I enjoy your commentary and review more than the shows themselves? I will watch this latest episode- but I feel like it is completely unnecessary.
Well I appreciate that WOTR, I do my best to summarize the action this one definitely worth a watch if for nothing else the background music.
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Fear not. As I type this I am working on the next episode right now. Got a little distracted as I needed to get my shout out from Bill:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf1HfUqjpAw
Which I got!
Ahoy, Matey.
A shout out from BILL is the BEST.
On to Davey Hansen and his talking dog.
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Ahoy, Matey.
A shout out from BILL is the BEST.
On to Davey Hansen and his talking dog.
Welcome Jennie!
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Episode 10
Davey is up in Sky Watch scoping out the world's shortest circus train rolling down the tracks. It is the Stills and Burns Circus and the whole lot consists of three cars [one which may or may not be a coal car], plus an engine and a caboose. No matter as Davey dashes off a message and sends it down to the ever faithful Jimmy on some sort of weird pulley contraption. The message says "Let's go watch them unload circus" and Jimmy's skull just about explodes from the huge smile he has. He is one beaming dude. I guess maybe because he is down in a tent and couldn't see how lame the circus train is.
Davey cruises into the house to ask for permission to go hang out down at the train yard to watch the circus unload. Will Elaine ever deny him anything? Of course he can go - the only stipulation is that he has to take Sally along. He makes a little stink eye over that but it is not a biggie. While he is waiting on Sally to get ready he starts grubbing in his toy box and we notice something, well. Weird. He has a picture of an ice dancing pairs couple on his wall! What is up with that? He's in the golden age of hockey. One could see a Gordie Howe, a Maurice Richard or even that fink Bobby Hull enshrined on the wall. If the kid was a little randy, perhaps even a Denise Bielmann skater photo [hubba-hubba ;)] but Torvill and Dean? No way an eight year old is into that. Something is off there.
WTF?
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There is a bird on a wire moment, where a bird lands on Davey's pulley contraption and starts hammering out some sort of code. Can't make it out real well but I suspect it is some sort of mocking message to all other birds "check out this dude. He has a picture of Torvil and Dean on his wall". The noise perplexes Davey for a bit but then he gets the all too obvious idea of a string telephone. While that might be important later, what is important now is that Davey...well. He changes. Do you know how David Icke shows clips where the Queen's eyes change into lizard eyes for just a split second? That Ickian proof that shows the world's elites are really not elite at all but rather some sort of Echo Gecko? Well by jove, Davey does the lizard eyes shuffle. It is just a split second but he lets his guard down and his inner reptiod shows.
Reptoid
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The action cuts to the train yard where we see a cage with a mountain lion in it being unloaded. The cage has a sign that says "Cougar. Felis Concolor". Pretty taxonomic of them guys down at Stills and Burns, eh? The cougar seems to be recycled from the previous episode where it was an Egyptian Lion but no matter. Goliath sticks his grill up between the bars and gets his nose clawed for the trouble. The world's cleanest Carny ever warns them off. Immaculate white smock, white hat, pencil thin mustache, no Winston hanging out of his mouth and not kicking at the dirt and muttering "F*ckin' A" - what kind of Carny is this? The kids blow the joint but as they do we see a truck backing up and busting out one of the bars in the cage.
Davey has now transformed his any-to-any mesh pulley contraption network into a modernized string telephonic version with the nexus point of convergence being his tent in the backyard. He fires up the string blower and asks Elaine if he and Jimmy can eat dinner in the tent and then sleep out there overnight. Again, the ever pliant Elaine approves it - she is always just so much putty in Davey's reptoid claws. The Carny then notices that the mountain lion has flown the coop and it's whereabouts are unknown.
It's supper time back at the tent and hoo boy, Davey is saying grace. The show was produced by the Lutheran Church in America, it opens with Luther's own A Mighty Fortress is our God being played in front of Luther's Rose. I fully expect Luther's prayer for grace. It is magnificent in its directness and simplicity. All is covered and no words are wasted: Come Lord Jesus be our guest and let these gifts to us be blessed. Amen. Luther gets in. Luther gets out with nary a wasted syllable. This is what the audience wants here. This is what the audience needs here This is what the audience demands here. Heck, it would be a great way to educate the non-Lutheran schlubs out there in Germanic, Lutheran efficiency. Just get on down to brass tacks and then start grubbing - there is no need to write a book. There is no satisfacion. What we get is some sort of rambling, Southern Baptist of a screed from Davey. It goes on and on. Everything under the Sun seems to be blessed - from the Aardvarks to the Zerbras. Everything but Goliath [Sally has to intercede and rectify this omission]. Jimmy is like "what was that?" Davey always assumes that Jimmy is some sort of heathen and explains what grace is but I give Jimmy more credit and think he was coming from the "That blessing was one hot mess - what was that?" mantra. Elaine then nags Davey about coming in and getting the salad [which Sally somehow, mysteriously forgot with the meal ;)] and as Davey heads into to get them, we see the mountain lion nosing through the Food Maxx Crone's rubbish cans.
The scene then cuts to some oily, Clark Gable, pencil thin mustache, swinging dick of a radio guy down at the WAZZ studios announcing that a "Koo-Gar" has escaped from the circus and that parents need to keep their kids inside lest they be eaten up.
Kaptian KooGar
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The Hansen's just miss the message because Sally flips her radio on as it was ending but the radio then starts kicking out the jams. Well...jams is a bit of a stretch. It is lounge lizard music. The kind that brings up thoughts of Julie London, cigarettes, martini's and adulatory. I wouldn't expect the show to have Elvis on the radio but the kids listening to chamber pop is ridiculous. It is what it is I guess. Jimmy guns down his milk, just like Sinatra down at The Dunes, polishing off a scotch on the rocks before he goes chasing broads. Sally and Goliath call it a night and head on inside with Sally taking her boombox with her. It seems that Davey busted his all up so being tuneless only serves him right. Before the lads turn in, Davey heads up to Sky Watch to check things out one last time. He sees what he thinks is a dog over in the Food Maxx Crone's rubbish cans and then the boys hit the hay. The background music starts building tension as Jimmy goes out to kick some doggie ass for waking them up. He sees that it is no dog and ducks back inside the tent. Inside the house, Goliath is barking it up and the Old Man comes in to see what the deal is. Most men when woken up in the middle of the night by barking dogs are rather irritated but John Hansen is one smooth Mo Fo. He looks outside, sees the danger, calmly tells Elaine to tell the boys not to come out of the tent and then cool as a cuke rationally picks up the blower and tells the police that there is a lion in his backyard. Whereas the Old Man is wearing a robe and slippers as he well should in the middle of the night, Elaine is wearing flats and some sort of ugly rain coat - I mean one of those "As Time Goes By", London Fog, Lauren Bacall, kind of a deals. Very strange but she is cool, calm and collected on the string blower as she gives the boys orders to stay put. Davey tells her that the beast has seen them in the tent and is headed their way. Jimmy proves there are no atheists in foxholes as he pleads with God for help.
Once again, we get a sense that John Hansen has seen the elephant. Based on the timing of the series maybe it was in Korea. Perhaps he hung on grimly in the Pusan perimeter as the Norks squeezed ever tighter or maybe he made that long, cold walk back from Chosin. He knows what he is about as he takes a bead on the critter with his rifle from a position in enfilade and covers the boys as the make their way into the house. The lion then bounds up to Sky Watch and claims it as his own. The cavalry shows up in the form of the police, a white fire chief rig and a ladder truck. The top cop starts barking out orders in an Irish brogue [That's not racist, that is just what he is] and the brave men of Engine Company No. 5 lasso the lion and drag him to justice.
Rope-that-Cat
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The episode ends with a dejected looking Koo-Gar back in lock up. It was a loner. It was a rebel. Those free and freaky times are over forever for it and it knows the deal. The kids equate the string blower to a prayer to God and the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYljiuBdh64
This episode is perfectly serviceable. The background music does a nice job of building tension. Decent enough message. It does have its funky aspects though. The kids happily listening to lounge music, Ice Dancers on Davey's wall, Elaine protecting her night time virtue with a full length rain coat and whatever the hell that reptoid Davey eye deal was. There is a deduction for not using the proper proper Lutheran prayer for grace.
Two and a half roses.
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I had the time and and was in the mood. 8)
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Thank you! I will watch it for bedtime.
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...The scene then cuts to some oily, Clark Gable, pencil thin mustache, swinging dick of a radio guy down at the WAZZ studios announcing that a "Koo-Gar" has escaped from the circus and that parents need to keep their kids inside lest they be eaten up...
It was at this point I began to contemplate the Ultimate Battle of The End Thymes: Warren vs. Jimmy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoZ9poFsWzE
Somehow I ended up at a "Never-Ending Feeding Trough" wearing some sort of Wolves' skin and inexplicably a member of a Roman Legion.
Weird.
Good stuff, WAN. Thankee!
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Episode 11
John Hansen is trying to read but he can't concentrate due to a large amount of racket. Elaine tells him that it must be the children that are doing it so he heads out to investigate. He cruises out back and finds the kids erecting some sort of structure and it is quite the erection. It is a good size shed with a sign that says "Friendship Club" hanging on it. Davey and Sally are working on it of course but instead of the ever faithful Jimmy, there is some new swinging dick up on a ladder banging away on the roof with a hammer. Goliath looks really grumpy and bitches that the kids are noisy. The Old Man interrogates them as to what they are doing and when he learns that it is a Friendship Club [which Goliath snottily disparages] and hassles them about inviting the new boy into the club. We learn that the swinging dick up on the ladder is named Sam. He doesn't want the new kid in the club because he wears a polka dot tie and that he doesn't like polka dot tie wearers on account of his Father, who once knew an untrustworthy man who rocked a polka dot tie. Sure the logic is flawed but after the syrupy sweetness of Jimmy, this Sam guy has potential! Sally preaches at him about God's love but he gives zero f*cks and wants to boot Sally out of the club for either being 1. A girl or 2. A pain in the ass or perhaps possibly both.
Goliath starts barking it up. He's yipping and a yapping. Snarlin' and a growlin' We soon see why...Polka Dot himself comes out of the woods with a feisty, little gray, spotted mutt in tow. Polka Dot asks to join the club in a weird, 30's gangster tough guy way of speaking. Sam tells him to stick it, while Sally wants to vote on admission and spineless Davey waffles like an All-Star special down at the Waffle House. His eyes filled with hate, Goliath gets in a staring match with the little gray dog, whose name turns out to be Spot [I mean what else could it be?]
Let the hate flow through you Goliath
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Polka Dot starts talking major trash on how he doesn't like to fight and what a good ball player he is. Sam states he can hit the ball further than Polka Dot which evokes an Edward G.Robinson like "That's what you think" out of the Polka Dot. Davey states that he'll strike the Polka Dot out which based on past episodes ain't the brightest of things to say. That elicits another "That's what you think" from the Polka Dot. At this point there really is nothing for it but to settle the issue on the field of battle so they head over to the diamond to finish this. The Polka Dot orders Spot to jump over the outfield fence which he does in majestic fashion.
See Jenny? I can Fly
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Feeling the heat now, Goliath says that his Grandfather was a bird dog and that we should watch him fly. With his bulk there is just no way. He plows into the fence and laments that he never trusted his Grandfather and that at least he doesn't have spots on him. There is then a cut away scene back to the house where Elaine tells Sally to pick some Tiger Lilies and as they are a spotted flower she makes the jump that God is okay with polka dots. Sally was also holding some cloth and asks Elaine about making a pleat. It is a small detail but the reason for it comes back later for the viewer whom watches closely.
We go back to the field of battle with Sam up at the dish. The Polka Dot dares Sammy to hit his "wobble ball". It's a knuckle ball of course and Oh My. It's a good one. Hell it's a great one! It is a knuckle ball that would make Wilbur Wood himself break down in tears of joy. The Polka Dot kicks and deals and the ball floats up to the plate in big, swishing arcs.
Float like a butterfly
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Sam can't hit it of course and as the ball caroms off the back stop, Spot deftly snags it out of the air and returns it to the Polka Dot. The whole cycle is repeated for strike two and Goliath has had a belly full of the flashy Spot antics at this point. Goliath then drops what very might be the greatest zinger ever on film. Oh yes...he went there! Goliath goes with a line for the ages. "Low down, spotted cur" uttered with pure venom and hate for his nemesis. I've not checked the Academy Awards for 1960 but I'm confident that Goliath was not even nominated.
Of course there is no way Sam is hitting Polka Dot's junk ball and he's soon dispatched on strike three. Goliath dives in front of Spot and intercepts the ball on the fly. Fueled with rage, he runs off with the ball and has some sort of scary ass, transient ischemic attack:
Rage induced T.I.A.
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Now it is Davey's turn to pitch [Oh God help us] with the Polka Dot batting. Davey yells "Here comes my fastball" eliciting a gangstery "Let it come" from the Polka Dot. Davey throws it right down the pike and gets lucky as the Polka Dot's timing is off just a hair and he's late. The resulting foul ball is snagged on the fly by Spot. Goliath states that his Great Grandfather was a retriever and that he can catch the ball like that. Davey announces that he is going with the curve next. Really? You suck dude. You don't need to be tipping your pitches. Just stop. It's a big sloppy curve that some how Polka Dot is late on again and the resulting foul ball busts Goliath right in the snoot. Wincing with pain, he states that he never did believe that Great Grandfather of his either. Ok. So Davey has the batter in a hole. No balls and two strikes. He should either apply a little "chin music" and back the hitter off the plate or go with a change up down in the dirt and try and get the guy fishing for it. He does neither of course. Again states he is going with a fast ball that somehow is not so fast and throws it belt high in the middle of the plate. The Polka Dot turns on it and belts it out of the ball park and up onto the roof of the clubhouse. Spot glides over the fence while the heavier Goliath has to grub underneath it. Upon arrival at the erection, both look for frantically the ball. A careful viewer will notice that the clubhouse is now sporting pleated curtains in the window as Sally learned her lesson well. Goliath eyeballs the Spaulding first, goes around back, climbs a hill and belly flops onto the roof and literally brings the house down before the lads can get there.
We gotta get Goliath to Spring Break in Lauderdale
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The mighty erection is now just so much kindling. The boys arrive and Goliath makes some rather scary sounds as the Polka Dot is framed for the destruction due to his mighty homer. Sam runs the Polka Dot off for his crime while Sally goes into Holier-than-thou mode and admonishes both boys. With the erection in ruins she haughtily states that she no longer wants to be a member of the club. Is it a moral stance or does she just want to avoid the demo and clean up of the mess? Makes one wonder - there is definitely more going on behind those baby blues than one might first guess.
It's all down hill from here. Out inna woods, Spot asks the Polka Dot if anyone loves the both of them. All Polka Dot can say is that God loves them as the tears flow and flow. Elaine gets a call on the blower from the Polka Dot's Mother whom sounds like she is about 95. The Polka Dot is missing and there is an inane conversation between Sam and Davey about fault, polka dot ties and God. Eventually they form a posse and are determined to find the MIA Spot and Polka Dot. They do of course - they are hanging out down by a rather beautiful lake ruminating on the ills of the world. Sam and the Polka Dot bury the hatchet. The episode ends with the doorbell ringing and when Sally goes to the door, all three lads are there wearing polka dot ties. ::)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqJh6dd8QgY
It's a silly contrived message. Sam is definitely no Jimmy. He's got some balls no doubt, still he caved in the end. The Polka Dot's character is one dimensional and is never fleshed out. The viewer feels nothing but glee over his persecution. However, the baseball scenes are very well done and the anatomical movements are quite good. There is also the star of the episode-Goliath. He takes no quarter and asks for none in his battle with Spot. The "low down spotted cur" line should be immortalized up there with Reagan's "Where? Where's the rest of me?" and Bogart's "Here's looking at you, kid." Goliath pulls out another one.
Three Roses.
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Yes there really was a prominent knuckleballer named Wilbur Wood
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The "See Jenny I can fly" line comes from the ending of Smile Jenny, You're Dead where the nutbag kidnapper jumps off the building while trying to impress his victim with his flying abilities.
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THANK YOU WAN!!!
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Yes there really was a prominent knuckleballer named Wilbur Wood
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The "See Jenny I can fly" line comes from the ending of Smile Jenny, You're Dead where the nutbag kidnapper jumps off the building while trying to impress his victim with his flying abilities.
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Quite the wind-up he had.
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Episode 12
Things kick off with Elaine Hansen driving the whole family in the Zeppelin Gondola through the deep woods. They pull up at the destination, pile out and gaze upon the majesty of Tippy Toppy Peak. Well it would be majestic if it wasn't mauled by a hideous scar of a rail track branded into its hide. Old man Hansen haggles like an Arab trader with some barbershop quartet tenor looking dude. Nordic thriftiness carries the day as it is determined that Goliath can get in free. Goliath pays a steep price though as he gets all busted up trying to hammer his way through the turnstile on the way into the park.
Goliath is none too sure about the inclined railway up to the summit of Tippy Toppy Peak but not having any viable alternative he climbs aboard with the Hansen clan. Elaine also has some misgivings but John allays her fears and in a very rare and touching moment she snuggles up to him [Awww]. Soon they are on their way with some old geezer at the helm of the rig. He's got a set of auricles on him now. Looks like a cab driving down the street with both doors open.
Pappy Dumbo
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As they snort on up the hill, the panoramic view is impressive. They see the river, complete with the city on one side and a factory belching noxious clouds of American mid-century industrial dominance into the air. They scope out the airport in the distance and Sally tries to count the steeples where all the beautiful peoples worship. Davey, who is a bit of a dick throughout this episode, keeps tripping her up by counting over her. She then asks the Old Man if God is in all those churches at the same time. It is a priceless opportunity for Hansen to drop the Catholic red pill on her and say "Yes - well except for the big one there where the mackerel snapping, papists plot world domination" but alas he doesn't. He plays it safe and just tells there that God is *everywhere*.
With the summit of Tippy Toppy Peak reached everyone piles out. John and Elaine head off to a quiet out of the way bench. Elaine definitely gives John the "With those rugrats finally gone, I'm ready to notch that bad boy" look.
Take me down slow 'n easy
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The kids head over to the swing and then the slide. Each time Goliath tries to partake, he ends up in a heap like Beetle Bailey after a session with the Sarge. As he is lying in agony, Davey gets a good belly laugh at his expense. Because hey - a lacerated spleen on Goliath bothers him not at all. The whirlagig is up next and they sucker the punching bag that is Goliath into climbing aboard. Of course, they then treacherously hop off and spin it until Goliath turns all gray and has a cochlear Chernobyl when he finally gets flung off the thing.
The kids then crest a ridge and look at a train yard. Davey notices a box car is open so he makes a bee line for it as he smells bananas. Sally engages Miss Boss mode and drops a "Davey Hansen" on him with her hands on her hips but to no avail. Driven mad with banana lust, Davey climbs up into the refrigerator car in a quest for the ultimate Chiquita high.
"Davey Hansen!"
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The engine backs up, hooks on and the door closes trapping Davey boy inside. The train pulls out and Sally goes "Eeek!" and runs off to tell Mom and Dad. It looks like Hansen was getting himself a nice old fashion when Sally interrupts with tales of Davey being carted off on the rails. We cut back to Davey in the box car where he climbs up and pops the hatch up top and looks out at the world whizzing by at a blistering 4.5 miles an hour. The wheels of the train start singing an ominous, glutaral, "All alone...All alone...All alone" as they pass a church. No one at the church helps him, papists most likely ::) and the train changes its tune to "God is everywhere...everywhere...everywhere...." as Davey barely avoids decapitation when the train nips into a tunnel.
Back in the train yard, the blue balled Hansen is getting rather annoyed with the clerk visor wearing, train bureaucrat. There is some talk about reefer [wink wink say no more say no more] as the paper pusher calls down the line to Centerport to alert Big Ed about the dire situation. The talk turns to soon turns to Big Ed's wife Edna and Hansen gives the dude some serious white eyeball action. The train pulls into Centerport and Big Ed hollers at Sam Elliot the engineer that he has a boy aboard. Sam is rather incredulous but finally agrees to search each and every of the 30 reefers [wink wink say no more say no more]. The highlight of the episode occurs as the train dudes crack open the reefer that Davey is trapped in. We notice some graffiti on the side of the car. No - not some garish, spray painted "Balls and the Gang" tag but a subtle "Kilroy". That's pretty cool! It is also a reminder that in 1960 they were closer to the end of the war in 1945 then we are now to 9/11.
Kilroy was here
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They pry Davey out of the reefer and don't even rough him up even just a little bit. Sam Elliott wants to know if Davey was scared being all alone but Davey says that he was not alone. The brakeman on the train is a little perplexed by this but Big Ed just shoves his big, vertical, striped pant, accentuated gunt out, puts his thumbs behind his suspenders and says "Exactly!" as the episode closes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb-ZxN4YfWQ
It's not a bad little episode. One aches for the blue balled John Hansen. Goliath takes a beating but never gets revenge. Yet on the other hand the views from Tippy Toppy Peak were very well done. The message of "God is everywhere" being delivered in a guttural voice from beyond was a unique touch. Three roses.
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Thank you, Walks! Seems they are always getting locked in places.
Sent me searching for a possible candidate in the Mountain West: maybe https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manitou_Incline (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manitou_Incline) ? There aren't that many to choose from. Most of the ones in CO date to the teens and twenties and didn't last very long, but the dates on this one work out, about when they modernized it. The views look familiar.
(https://www.oldpostcards.com/media/uspostcards/ecom/prodlg/CO-M/co_manitou_0209.jpg)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W98xbcSk_Gk
Also, always looking for documentary evidence of the transition between from Gros Michel to Cavendish bananas, my keen eye spotted the unmistakable slender shape of the current banana king whose oft-maligned aroma was nevertheless enough to lure Davey into temptation, and incidentally matches the fuzzy dates cited for the transition ("in the 1950s", "by the '60s")
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Thank you, Walks! Seems they are always getting locked in places.
Sent me searching for a possible candidate in the Mountain West: maybe https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manitou_Incline (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manitou_Incline) ? There aren't that many to choose from. Most of the ones in CO date to the teens and twenties and didn't last very long, but the dates on this one work out, about when they modernized it. The views look familiar.
(https://www.oldpostcards.com/media/uspostcards/ecom/prodlg/CO-M/co_manitou_0209.jpg)
Also, always looking for documentary evidence of the transition between from Gros Michel to Cavendish bananas, my keen eye spotted the unmistakable slender shape of the current banana king whose oft-maligned aroma was nevertheless enough to lure Davey into temptation, and incidentally matches the fuzzy dates cited for the transition ("in the 1950s", "by the '60s")
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Adopt Davey’s uniform I am: Long-sleeve button up Italian tablecloth shirt and dungarees (not Levis!)
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Adopt Davey’s uniform I am: Long-sleeve button up Italian tablecloth shirt and dungarees (not Levis!)
Your jeans would be the very height of fashion right now, they are seen on all the right people.
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Your jeans would be the very height of fashion right now, they are seen on all the right people.
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We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
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Also, always looking for documentary evidence of the transition between from Gros Michel to Cavendish bananas, my keen eye spotted the unmistakable slender shape of the current banana king whose oft-maligned aroma was nevertheless enough to lure Davey into temptation, and incidentally matches the fuzzy dates cited for the transition ("in the 1950s", "by the '60s")
You really are a good guy at heart. I had forgotten about the transition. It was right around that time too. Davey was probably just on a quest for the superior Big Mike! My thinking was that he had a little woody for that hot little Chiquita. I'm a dirty bird, I suppose. :-[
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFDOI24RRAE
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Episode 13
Things kick off with quite the rhubarb. Sally, Davey and Goliath are squabbling over what to get Elaine for her birthday. Sally wants to give Mom her nasty, used doll whereas Davey wants to store buy her a sweater as she has been bitching about getting chilled when sitting out on the porch in the evenings. The little ass sucker scores even more points when the Old Man asks him if he was the cash to fund this. Davey gives a smug "Saved it from my allowance". Sally sees right thru the sycophantic B.S., puts her hands on her hips and insists on the doll. Elaine rolls in with a bag of groceries and the kids beat it. Weirdly enough as she sets the bag down on the counter, already sitting there is what sure looks like a quart of Mobil 10W-40 Super Motor Oil in the old style gold can. With the kids out of the picture we get a special treat. We've long suspected that only Davey can talk to Goliath and here we get confirmation. Goliath wants to give Elaine a bone for her birthday but as he can't talk to the Old Man directly. He gets the point across somehow by making lovesick eyes at John. It is really weird and well...disturbing. Almost like a scene from the dirtiest of movies where some deep throating chick flashes what we called in high school - blow job eyes.
Goliath?
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Davey comes back out to hassle John about his homework. He is reading about the Pilgrim's and has a real head scratcher. There is a Gordian Knot in the word provide. John sets him on the straight and narrow about God providing for the Pilgrims and we are once again transported in time in space. Destination 1600's Plymouth. Davey is now Henry and Sally is Goody Fussbudget or some shit. They are messing around in the store room and knock over all the barrels and make a big mess. They then peek out a knot hole in the wall and spy on Cotton and Increase [whom looks a lot like the elephant eared incline railway driver] Mather. Cotton is about to lose faith as the supplies are all but gone and no one knows how to get food out of the land of milk and honey. Increase steadies him by saying that God is taking care of them all and that mana will soon rain down from Heaven.
The kids boogie on out of the store room and head down to the creek where they are throwing rocks into it. This goes on for a painfully long time, when suddenly we see an Abenaki Indian's reflection in the water. The fierce, skull bashing Abenaki that Spencer Tracy's Roger's Rangers tangle with in the movie Northwest Passage are a hundred years in the future, so all we get is a rather chill, smiling, friendly sort of chap that introduces himself as Samoset. Out of nowhere a fierce storm brews up a with driving rain, thunder and lighting bolts ripping across the sky. Samoset takes them back to their cabin in the woods. He has no trouble finding the joint. He's obviously cased it but this never occurs to the wonder twins.
Back at the ranch, Cotton Mather and Grandma Moses are getting worried as the kids aren't back yet. They head out into the night and just miss them. Suddenly a creepy, dark apparition of a witch demon is seen in the distance. She is moving slowly from left to right. Cotton takes aim with Brown Bess and fires into the night. Apparently he doesn't know how to lead a target and it is a clean miss. Turns out that it was not a witch demon at all but rather Grandma Moses. I guess she just wanted to f*ck with him but it almost cost her dear. A gut shot with that blunder buss would be a hard way to go out. They shrug it off and decide to cruise on back home.
Death to the Witch Demon!
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The kids and Samoset reach the cabin. The storm is really raging now and the lightning effects are truly impressive. So much so that Goody Fussbudget has a mini mental health meltdown.
Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather
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It's cozy as can be in the cabin and we see lots of little details that must have taken a great deal of work to put together. We also see one totally bitchin' stone fireplace. It is magnifique! The stonework is perfect. A comfy fire blazes away, merrily heating a cauldron of gruel. There are even scorch marks on the mantle. If ever I get that mountain cabin out Hillbilly Jim way, I want this fireplace in it!
Comfy!
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Cotton and Grandma Moses get back to the cabin and are incredulous of the kids tales of a super friendly Indian who leant a helping hand when it was needed most. Suddenly Grandma Moses recoils in horror and disgust as through the window, she spies the silhouette of an Abenaki savage that undoubtedly wants to lustily ravish her virtue multiple times.
A savage in the window
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Turns out it is just Samoset carrying a sack of corn along with his two bro's of legend: Squanto and Hobbamock. In what happens all to often in these episodes, after a big buildup things just sort of peter out weakly. The Abenaki save the Pilgrims and Grandma Moses talks about cooking up a storm, we pop back to 1960 and there is talk of God providing. Goliath drops his bone on tissue paper in which to wrap it for Elaine and that's it. There is no more.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mOsid5H_4g
The storyline is predictable and weak. The message is none too great either. Yes God provides but he helps those that help themselves. The Pilgrims just seem like wastes of oxygen in this episode. There is no other way to say it but that the writing and plot suck donkey balls. The cinematography, the costumes, the special effects...all first rate. Then there are the detailed sets and that mind blowing fireplace. It is such a shame that there is no there, there. Two and Half Roses
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Here ends Season One of Davey and Goliath
September thru December 1960.
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Let us pray. God, thank you for providing an abundance of D&G episodes and blessing us with your holy spirit through them. We pray that you may continue doing so in seasons 2 through finish. Amen.
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Wish do I that K_Dubb would write a hymn to the absolute virtue of Davey’s righteous uniform.
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...like a scene from the dirtiest of movies where some deep throating chick flashes what we called in high school - blow job eyes.
Goliath?
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Many Indians died 12 moons ago, then he wants to wrap her in a blanket? "Here, little girl, have some smallpox" haha this episode is problematic!
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Here ends Season One of Davey and Goliath
September thru December 1960.
Thank you Walks! I like how eating the fish will cure the sickness, probably intended so parents can make a neat segue to cod liver oil. These are great and your summaries are hilarious.
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Many Indians died 12 moons ago, then he wants to wrap her in a blanket? "Here, little girl, have some smallpox" haha this episode is problematic!
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Pay back is a bitch! Ha Ha. While I thought the fish part strange, I didn't call it out but I missed the blanket totally! I must have wrote and rewrote the googly eyed Goliath bit five times. Felt that I shouldn't go with what was initially written but finally threw decorum to the wind and went with it.
I'm glad that the thread followers have had some fun with these. I've had fun doing them. The episodes aren't as preachy as I remember but perhaps that is do to timing. Season 1 and 2 were made during How much is that Doggie in the Window America while the later seasons are made in Bridge over Troubled Waters America.
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I must have wrote and rewrote the googly eyed Goliath bit five times. Felt that I shouldn't go with what was initially written but finally threw decorum to the wind and went with it.
SOLID MOVE
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Tonight's Davey and Goliath Episode is brought to you by Jimmy Dean.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnnHprUGKF0
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The "See Jenny I can fly" line comes from the ending of Smile Jenny, You're Dead where the nutbag kidnapper jumps off the building while trying to impress his victim with his flying abilities.
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Oh boy. :'(
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Episode 14
Season two is here! Very relieved that heralds trumpeting "A Mighty Fortress is our God" still opens the show. It's 6AM and the alarm clock is ringing but Davey lies there inert. Goliath has to stick his head in the window and remind him that it is a special day. Davey hops out of bad as happy as a clam and rousts Sally. The good mood doesn't last and Davey starts pissing and moaning about his pith helmet. He can't find it and of course states that he wishes people would let his shit alone. Elaine isn't impressed and the Old Man locates the pith helmet out on the patio. It's all dirty and smushed in, so of course Davey pisses and moans about *that* to. Hansen poofs it back out and reminds Davey that it was his choice to leave it on the patio. Actually sitting out in the
elements and the smush damage is not a bad look for it. Makes him look like Kitchener of Khartoum returning from kicking some Mahdist ass.
Turns out the special day is rock hunting and the kids walk off. Soon they are deep in a Monument Valley kind of an area. It really makes you wonder where the hell they live. The back ground views are spectacular! What is not spectacular is the singing. "If you can't get a red bird a blue bird will do" over and over to the the tune of Skip to My Lou. The original lyrics to that song are pretty edgy if you think about them - basically some dude telling his thot to put out or he'll get another one prettier than her. So I guess they avoided that noid by changing the lyrics and rolling with that but the result is a real ear bleeder.
Davey is snagging some primo rocks and looking like a boss doing it! Boots. Desert Uni. Neckerchief. Weathered and dinged up pith. Sally...Well Sally looks like she should be hunting Easter Eggs or something. Anything but crawling through the desert - her lid doesn't fit and she looks real out of place.
Like a boss
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Goliath finds and barks down a lizard. It cuts bait and turns tail. As it flees the scene, Goliath gives it a "scardey cat". Score one for Goliath. He is definitely on a roll as he then snuffs up a desert tortoise. I mean he really gives it a good snorting and it boogies on away as fast as it can. Not taking nothing for no one, Davey takes a break and chokes down his sammich as Sally nags him about it not being time for lunch. With his belly full of ham and cheese Davey is back on the trail and the kiddos find the Last Chance Silver Mine. Oh dear God help us. Even Aldous Huxley can see what is coming.
Sally and Goliath try to stop him but Davey will not be denied. With lust for silver, gold, jools and all the treasures of Araby filling his heart with greed, Davey blows off all the dire warning signs and plows right into the deep, dark, Last Chance. He soon hits the main shaft that leads into the depths. His plan is to go down one level and snag him some riches. Telling Sally to stick it, he shakily descends into the depths. It looks like sure suicide and he keeps knocking wood and rocks off the side of the shaft. The viewer is sure that he is all but done for. Somehow the little bastard gets a grip, swings like Indiana Jones on the rope and makes it just as nice as you would like to please.
Indy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It can't last of course and it doesn't. Off camera, Davey plummets into the Crack of Doom and ends up all busted up on a ledge way down deep. It is not a good situation as he's dinged his wing and has no hope of getting out on his own. It could have been worse as he was lucky to end up on the ledge. Bless her heart, Sally does not melt down. Typically she is not one to remain calm when the situation calls for panic but she keeps it together and calmly orders Goliath home to get Hansen. The ever faithful Goliath lopes of through the desert as fast as a quarter horse. When he gets back to the house, Elaine states that she wishes they could understand Goliath the way Davey does. That really isn't important because as she says this we notice that she has a good size defect in her forearm. She's suffered some damage there. It makes one stop and think. We know nothing of Elaine's past. What secrets lie behind those icy blue eyes of hers? Oh perhaps she got clipped in a pickle jar explosion but it is equally likely that she lost a hunk of her arm cutting Puerto Rican bitches in knife fights back in the 'hood. I kind of hope it was the later.
We all have secrets
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Hansen understands that Davey is in some sort of trouble and soon he is doing the Rat Patrol thing in that awesome Willy's of his. Goliath gets him to the site of the tragedy and Hansen gasps at Davey's stupidity. It has never been stated but it sure has been implied that Hansen has seen the elephant. I was thinking it might have been in Korea due to the kids ages but I don't think so now. I'm thinking he was in the big war. Not a Navy or Air Corps guy either. He was definitely in the shit with the grunts. He gets to the mine shaft figures out the lay of the land and as smooth as a Ranger taking Pointe du Hoc he repels into the depths.
Rangers lead the way!
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He hoists Davey up out of hell and then has some dicey moments as he himself climbs out. He makes it of course and as he makes a sling for Davey's busted wing, Davey demands to know why God let all this drama happen. Instead of busting the little snot upside his head, the ever patient Hansen discusses free will without saying FREE WILL. The rock headed Davey finally groks the concept and the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7XbyLPiVN0
Yet another episode that I want to hate on due to it's repetitive and formulaic story line and plot. It is essentially the inaugural episode in a different setting. Really with the same message even. I can't hate it though. Davey's bad ass explorer's outfit, Goliath staring down a lizard, the breath taking scenery and the sets are all outstanding. Three solid roses.
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Oh boy. :'(
Fear not! Harry O saves her.
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Fear not! Harry O saves her.
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Thank Goodness for Davey Janssen.
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Spectacular episode! The effects were great: the scenery, Davey's tears, the rocks falling down the shaft really had heft to them, the jeep thing. Strange they would leave the two kids alone in the desert and then go back home -- I assumed it was a vacation house nearby but he's mowing the lawn? I suppose that would be the first thing you would do if you owned the place and hadn't been there for a while, but that would be their second vacation home including the cool A-frame. Maybe a timeshare? Very odd. Seals the deal for Mountain West, though.
Also odd how they took their helmets off when they went in the mine where they probably needed them the most. Stupid kids; they're lucky they didn't get clobbered. Also Davey's head is bigger than his father's. Thanks, Walks!
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Pay back is a bitch! Ha Ha. While I thought the fish part strange, I didn't call it out but I missed the blanket totally! I must have wrote and rewrote the googly eyed Goliath bit five times. Felt that I shouldn't go with what was initially written but finally threw decorum to the wind and went with it.
I'm glad that the thread followers have had some fun with these. I've had fun doing them. The episodes aren't as preachy as I remember but perhaps that is do to timing. Season 1 and 2 were made during How much is that Doggie in the Window America while the later seasons are made in Bridge over Troubled Waters America.
Episode 13 The storyline is predictable. Most storylines are predictable. Didja' ever see a surprise Scooby-Doo ending?
Yep, the cinematography, the costumes the special effects are all first rate. WAN has his eyes on the stone fireplace. Hillbilly Jim is given a shout out. I appreciated the works of the cooper. So many barrels!
Is Samoset from the Iroquois Confederacy? Looks like a Mohawk hair cut to me.
My 2 favorite comments-Death to the Witch Demon & Here, little girl, have some smallpox."
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Many Indians died 12 moons ago, then he wants to wrap her in a blanket? "Here, little girl, have some smallpox" haha this episode is problematic!
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At first glance it looked like the Indian (feather-not-dot) dude was "flashing" that kid!
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Nautical Shore...
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Episode 15
Davey is decked out in some sort of groovy, Mod Squad kind of a shirt instead of his usual AJ Foyt checkered shirt. He is trying to jump over a stick and he is failing at it. Badly. Goliath can't do it either and bemoans his plight with a heart rending: "Wish I could do something good".
Davey climbs a rope with ease and cranks out a bunch of chin ups on a tree branch without issue. Sally comes out with a sucker the size of Utah and states she wants to chin too. She fails and Davey laughs at her of course but what is disturbing is that she sets the sucker down apparently in the lawn. We never see it again so I guess she didn't end up having to lick a bunch of grubs and dirt off it. Davey moves on to a ladder hung up between the tree and the fence and he navigates it is as smoothly as a Marine boot at Parris Island. The Old Man comes out to watch and we learn that Davey is trying to make the "playground" team for Eastside so that he can go beat Westside ass. As a native son of the Detroit area's Eastside, I sympathize with this greatly. Doctors, Lawyers and Accountants drool. Autoworkers rule! Go Eastside! Davey tries to jump the stick again and still doesn't come close. The Old Man points out that his footwork was off. Goliath decides that he wants to be a break dancing Dog and sits on his head but he to fails.
Elaine pops out and sends Davey to the store. We then see Davey booking along on his red Huffy when he notices that there is a new bowling alley having its grand opening that very night. There is some slick looking dude out front in a plaid sports jacket, juggling a coin with Kung Fu Grip fingers. and he calls Davey over. There is some discussion about a "snappy Indian suit" as a prize to anyone that bowls six straight strikes. I struggle with Slick's accent. He is most definitely is not from the mountain west. He sounds sort of like Tennessee Tuxedo but not quite. "Take dis bawhl". "Shore he can". I don't think it is an NYC accent. Long Island maybe? Or perhaps western New York. Where is Inglorious Bitch when we need her most? Whatever. I wouldn't want to talk like him but that sports jacket is an ass kicker. I'd hang one in my closet any day.
Hey Sonny C'mere
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Back at the ranch, Davey is working on Hansen hard. He wants that Indian suit! Hansen explains that it is not all that easy to roll six straight strikes but Davey has all the confidence in the world in the Old Man. Meanwhile in a fantastic bit of technical work, Elaine is tickling the ivories! Foot pumping. She's hitting white keys. She's hitting black keys. It is really quite well done. She stops and reminds Davey that it is time for the Playground team tryouts.
Kicking out the jams!
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At the playground tryouts, Jimmy and the Polka Dot [whom has a much darker skin tone for some reason] are cheering up for Davey. Coach is there looking as a coach should. Not an ounce of fat on him. Gray sweatshirt. Clipboard. Little beady eyes darting back and forth missing nothing. The effect is ruined by his hair. Oh deal Lord what is going on with his hair? It defies accurate description - I think the closest I can come to it is that he skinned a Harbor Seal and started rocking the hide on his head.
Yes. Yes! The Harbor Seal look is good.
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Davey gets off to great start. Scampers up the rope like an Orangutan. No sweat. The basket ball hoop is next and Davey doesn't quite nail it but the ball goes around the world and topples in. Good enough. Goliaths eyeballs do weird shit in awe.
🎵🎵 He's got stars in his eyes 🎵🎵
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It's now nut cutting time as the high jump awaits. Harbor Seal tells him to watch his footwork but it is no good. Davey does not come within an AU of clearing that bar. Shaking his head slowly in disgust, Harbor Seal cuts his ass. Davey takes it hard and the tears flow. He frets that Hansen won't love him anymore because he is such a loser. Back home, Hansen assures him that is not the case at all. He will love Davey even when he does not succeed just as God will. This actually works and Davey snaps out of his funk.
We cut to the bowling alley where Slick tells Hansen that the boy claims that he can drill the six strikes. Hansen exclaims that is a tall order indeed but then Slick brings out the "indian suit". It's not a suit but a head dress and it's a dandy. Slick allows Davey to put it on and he does look good in it - Sally of course says that he looks "pretty". Slick removes the headdress with a "Naw lets give Pop a chance to win dis fore ya". Hansen is not real big on axis rotation and the use of the pocket but it matters not. He icily nails
five straight strikes.
Steeeee-Rike! 🎳 🎳 🎳 🎳 🎳
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On the sixth attempt, his leg kicks out and Hansen leaves the 1-2-3-5 and it is over. Hansen apologizes but Davey is shattered. It's bedtime and Davey is just wilted. Goliath tries to stand on his head to cheer Davey up but fails for the umpteenth time in the episode. Hansen comes in to apologize again but it is clear that Davey doesn't think he is a failure and that God loves him. So we have come full circle as the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYuTPlkRiUk
This is really a nice little episode. The message is relevant for all and delivered in a unique way. The storyline is solid and the technical details are outstanding. The balls rolling down the alley and striking the pins. Elaine playing the piano. The rope climbing. Also liked that they worked in Slick with his plaid coat and nasally accent. Three and half roses.
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For anyone not as old as dirt. GI Joe used to come with "Kung Fu Grip". You could move his fingers around. Like maybe even five times before the wire inside busted and the fingers fell off. Then Joe just had two paddles for hands.
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Thank you WAN! Saving this for a bedtime story.
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I don't get this thread at all. Are you all speaking in code? Are you all going out for a pizza later?
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I don't get this thread at all. Are you all speaking in code? Are you all going out for a pizza later?
Of course you don't get it. You can't get it as you are one of those Dr. Who idiots. Way too consumed with why that Tristan Farnon dude was *the best* Doctor to be bothered with anything else.
There is nothing wrong with a little fellowship over pizza as we discuss the lessons learned from the latest episode. We would invite you but we know you are too tied up trying to convince the NHS that they should invest the quarter million pounds it would cost to cut out that TARDis that inexplicably got shoved up your backside somehow. The cost benefit analysis is not in your favor and trending toward dumping you in the Irish Sea where you will eventually wash up on a beach and some dude named Mickey will cut you up for Grouper bait.
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Before I read this thread, I watch the show. Reading WAN’s comments seals the deal.
“Yes! The Harbor Seal look is good.” ;D
I enjoyed the snazzy music being played at the Ten Pin Alley for the GRAND Opening. Excellent choice, Slick.
Who could forget the fuzzy head "Kung Fu Grip" Joe?
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Walks_At_Night
Hall Of Famer, Morg!
Ellevated
A couple of days after I graduated High School, my folks moved out of Detroit to a small town in Northern Michigan. During the summers while I was going to college, I lived there and worked at a big golf course and resort. Worked in the bag drop area - pulled golf carts out of the barn, parked golf carts back into the barn, gassed golf carts, cleaned golf carts, loaded golf bags onto carts, cleaned golf shoes and clubs. Summers are beautiful up that way so not a bad gig at all.
One time this group pulls up in their carts after finishing their day. There is some burly guy passed out in the passenger seat of one of the carts. He's sun burned like a lobster and reeking of Meister Brau. His buddies say "That's The Moose. We're going into the bar, just leave him be. We'll be back for him later". This is not good because we wanna get the cart cleaned up, the 10,000 Meister Brau empties put in the can return thingy [10 cents a can in the MI] and the cart put back in the barn, but whatever.
After a while sounds start emanating from deep in inside The Moose. Growling, churning, sloshing sounds. We're all like "Whoa baby. He's gonna spew". Sure enough he wakes up, staggers over to the rubbish barrel we keep in the bag drop area - it's one of those big Rubbermaid 32 Gallon deals. The Moose grabs both handles of it looks down and we are all relieved as it looks like he is gonna hurl into the rubbish can, which is easily the best case scenario at this point. Suddenly, The Moose focuses and notices our little buddy in there - Rocky the Raccoon. All thoughts of vomiting are gone from The Moose now as he is absolutely livid. Filled with pure hatred, he reaches into the rubbish can and grabs Rocky by the scruff of the neck!
He pulls Rocky out and starts shaking the hell out the hapless beast. He then holds it up by his face and he starts to holler at it. He is yelling things...awful things. Things no human should say to an animal "You little bastard. I'm gonna ram my c*ck up your tight little Coon ass. Then I'm gonna rip your head off, skin you and nail your hide to that God D*mned tree". Obviously, Rocky has had enough of that treatment - he was used to us feeding him marshmallows and being kind to him - kind of like a bag drop area mascot. Rocky struggles, reaches back and nails The Moose's hand. Lays it open like a Fillet-O-Fish. Dripping an incredible amount of blood, The Moose collapses in a heap, pukes and passes out again.
So now what? We can get the cart cleaned up, gassed and put away. So that's good. However, now we've got a drunken disaster in our area. "Is that Moose dude dead?". "I dunno - maybe we should check on him". "Well if he ain't breathing, I'm not giving him mouth-to-mouth". "Screw that - I ain't either". So eventually, I go over and kind of toe The Moose with my shoe and it is established that he's still breathing. Great but now what? We discuss the options: We can go into the bar and inform his posse, we can report the situation to our supervisor or we can just pretend it never happened. Obviously the third choice is the way to go - we don't know nothing.
Eventually the guys come out the bar to retrieve The Moose and find him lying in a pool of blood and vomit. "What the hell happened to The Moose". "Uhm - we're not really sure. We think, like, he got attacked by an animal". "Looks like he may need stitches, is their a Doctor in this town?" "Well there was, but he killed himself last Winter in a snowmobile wreck and we never got a new one. Not too many Doc's wanna live up this way. You'll have to take him the hospital". "Well where's that?" "Oh its not too far. Two counties over - like 60 miles one way". "!$%$@%$@ Moose. You are such a pain in the ass". So they scrape The Moose off the ground, dump into the back of their van and drive away.
A pointless story but the best I can come up with during this never ending work call that I'm stuck on.
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Episode 16
It is Davey's birthday. Elaine is decorating a sweet looking cake, Sally is wrapping a present, Goliath has a bone all wrapped up and ready to go. We learn that the old man is taking Davey to the carnival and soon Davey, Hansen and Goliath are off in the Jeep. There is a brief but really cool scene where they pull into the carnival parking lot. It is an eclectic mix of vehicles in there: two slick looking roadsters, a `32 Ford pickup, a Summer of Love van, another Willy's and a late 50's Chevy that is a total abomination.
`57 Chevy Abomination of Desolation
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They pay up, enter the Carnival and immediately are transfixed by a carney barker. Oh what a barker! He's barking it up for the freaks and he's damn good at it. "Only 25 cents, a fourth of a dollar". I'd so be going into that tent post haste and thankfully the Hansen's feel the same. Sadly the freaks are pretty tame, a fire eater, the son of Tarzan handling 45 pound weights with ease, an 8 footer of a cow poke with a 40 gallon hat and chaps. The barker does introduce a tattooed lady which might be edgy but she turns out to be a total Miss America type. Very odd and a bit of a let down. In a stunning rebuke of the current state of affairs in modern America, there is also Dottie Dimples - the 400 pound lady. The sad thing is if you saw a lady built like a fireplug these days at the Dollar Tree you wouldn't even bat an eye. Yet here she is a carnival freak.
What happened to you America?
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We then get into a long, somewhat boring stretch of Davey doing carnival kinds of things - Merry-Go-Round, Ferris Wheel, Bumper Cars and a reminder from Hansen that it is crowded and that they need to stay together. There is also a Shooting Gallery scene where we get to see Hansen in action! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Down go the ducks one after another. Again we wonder, how many Japanese did Hansen nail with his trusty M1 Garand on Guadalcanal?
Dead Ducks
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Hansen stops to buy ice cream. Goliath powers his whole cone down with one lick and one gulp. Soon enough Davey and Goliath wander off into the crowd to check out Tom Gargantua the 8 footer some more. Hansen can not find them of course and we enter a loooong stretch of Davey and Goliath riding rides and going into the Fun House but bitching that it isn't any fun without the Old Man. Technically these scenes are marvelous - roller coaster, flying saucer and that gorgeous demented laugh in the fun house. They just aren't compelling story wise and tend to drag. The most interesting things are some of the people in the crowd seem to be afflicted with leprosy and have deformed faces.
"When a man has on the skin of his body a swelling, a scab, or a bright spot, and it becomes on the skin of his body like a leprous sore" Leviticus 13
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Time is moving on and it is almost time for Davey's party. After some churn and an instance of Goliath copping a lick of a babies ice cream cone, the Hansen's are reunited. Instead of beating Davey's ass like most parents would do all after spending most of the day searching, all Hansen has to say is "God takes good care of us". They cruise on home, the party starts and the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpxW0zeZbAw
Another case where one really wants to pan the episode but when push comes to shove you can't. The message that God takes good care of us is not really compelling in the context but by golly a huge amount of work went into making this one. Three Roses.
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BEDTIME STORY!!! Thank you Walks! :P
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https://youtu.be/NaUsVYyyk1Q
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Episode 17
After a bit of a hiatus, we are back!
The whole Hansen crew is in the Jeep, with Goliath hanging out in the towed trailer. They are cruising through some serious muck and they get stuck. Things are a little precarious because they are close to a ditch. Davey asks the Old Man if he ever gets scared. Finally we get confirmation that Hansen has seen the elephant. He replies that he was scared in the war but that remembering God's love pushed the fear away [Allowing him to murder them Nip bastards by the dozen....okay. Okay. So I added that part]. Davey and Hansen work at trying to free the Jeep allowing Elaine to drive. She does a great job too. Except that she doesn't see Goliath hanging around the rear tire so she turns him into a mud puppy. They get the vehicle freed without too much hassle and are soon on their way to the A-Frame. We do notice that in an early example of product placement, the vehicle has "Jeep" proudly displayed on it.
Jeepers Creepers
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They get to the A-Frame and for some reason the porch light has disappeared. Mucho sadness. :'( Goliath wastes no time hopping into the lake and de-mucking himself. If you watch very closely, you can even see Goliath's legs doing the doggie paddle underwater. Very impressive indeed! We hear a "Hi Davey" and it is Teddy cruising expertly around the little peninsula jutting out into the lake in his new sail boat.
Work that bitch Teddy.
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He pulls up and invites Davey for a sail. Hansen grants permission to go out as long as they watch the weather but Sally is denied because she can't swim. As a consolation prize, Sally gets to go flower picking with Hansen. It seems to me that she got reamed on the deal but she seems happy enough. The lads are having a great time sailing but not so Goliath. First he freaks out over the word "tack". He hears it as attack and starts bitching about not wanting to fight anyone. Then he starts pissing and moaning about zig zagging and how slow the whole sailing process is. Thankfully he finally just gets bored, shuts up and conks out. The wind picks up and the boat starts pitching a little bit. Soon the guys notice a nasty storm front raging across the lake. The music, sound effects and cinematography are all top notch here - check this out.
Storm Front
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Hansen and Sally have fists full of Blacked Eyed Susans and what are Petunias I guess, when they notice the storm. They boogie on back to the A-Frame and Hansen gets his binoculars. He sees that the good shipping crew is in peril and asks Elaine to get his slicker. All decked out like that dude on those little boxes of fish sticks, Hansen heads out in his motor boat into the teeth of the gale.
Cappy Fish Sticks to the Rescue!
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Things are really dire on the sailboat. The lads manage to get the sail down but the boat is still rolling at almost a 30 degree angle and is in real danger of turning turtle. Goliath has had enough and he wants to just bail the hell out and swim for it. Thankfully, Davey puts the kibosh on that hair brained scheme. Things continue to deteriorate and things get even worse as the cute little idyllic pond has turned into The big lake they call Gitche Gummee. They are taking on water and are heading towards a nasty ass rock. Prospects look bleak when out of the gloom, Hansen arrives and saves the day!
Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night
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With the sailboat safely in tow, Goliath and the boys start mocking the storm. Really not a great idea but they get away with it. While the storm rages on the scene cuts to the Hansen's chilling in front of that beautiful fireplace, roasting marshmallows [in an amazing little detail the marshmallow is even charred on the end] as the Old Man strums away on his six string. There is a huge lightning blast and it scares Sally a bit but this opens to the door to a discussion on fear and how God's love helps in managing that. It is really well written. Sadly this also opens to the way for Hansen to start playing "He's got the whole world in his hands"...a song that I've always loathed. The episode ends with a view of the A-Frame looking just as comfy as f*ck in the driving rain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkirqFF5Xss
What is there to say? This very well might be the apex episode of Davey and Goliath. The little details start with the mud in the opening scene and just keep on going to the comfy glow of the A-Frame in the last scene. The music and sound effects are top notch and the message is a good one and is worked in perfectly. It doesn't get any better than this thread. Four Roses.
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STELLAR EPISODE thank you Walks! That is a different A-frame, though, or they have taken in the cool porchlight for some reason.
Silly boys, heading into a white squall under full sail and take them in only because they are getting wet, you want to take in the main and reef the jib so you are showing only a scrap of headsail, just enough to give you steerage way running before the wind. Should have been enough to let them dodge that rock. If you are too close to a lee shore you can try scudding under bare poles but even then a little control is better than none.
Agree, that song is barely a step above kumbaya. But at least they can harmonize!
Incidentally White Squall is one of the few movies I have gone out of my way to see 8)
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STELLAR EPISODE thank you Walks! That is a different A-frame, though, or they have taken in the cool porchlight for some reason.
My theory is that some bastard snapped it off and they just went with it as is. Good to know that deep inside you are still a Viking.
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My theory is that some bastard snapped it off and they just went with it as is. Good to know that deep inside you are still a Viking.
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Ja you know I yust talk big hahaha. Payback for your pitching analysis. I will tell you a funny story: it is assumed that all Norwegian boys know their way around boats and my first boss, an old-school Alaska fisherman right out of Deadliest Catch, asked me to deckhand on his 40-some-foot cabin cruiser when he took the office out for a summer cruise on the Sound. Going through the Locks.
Now this is a fraught exercise, in full view of crowds of tourists and a mostly knowing public, not to mention his two sons who are captains of their own trawlers, with a keen eye for seamanship and tricky line-handling and fending-off as you are jammed in jostling with a bunch of other boats and the water level changes rapidly. I am out on the bow minding the line dressed in my nautical sweater and shorts and a new pair of Topsiders I bought just for the occasion and the line has been neatly finished with an eye splice to make things simple, when it occurs to me that I don't even know how to make an eye splice fast to a cleat! (Through the little hole in the bottom and up and over both prongs.) I improvise several figure-eight loops around the thing like I've seem them do on the ferry but of course, with a slick nylon line instead of stout Manila that pretty much locks itself in with enough looping it keeps coming undone and I am redoing it every minute or so...
God bless him, he never said a word :-[ God bless them all, neither did anyone else.
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Episode 18
Ding Dong. Ding Dong. This episode kicks of with some old dude ringing the church bell. The scene cuts back to the Hansen pad where the Old Man states that it is first bell and time to get ready for church. Davey was maxxing and relaxing on the carpet reading the comics but he peels out in one heck of a hurry. As he leaves, we are left gazing upon a rather significant blood stain. Hansen seems unconcerned but us viewers want to know more!
Hansen was a quiet man. Kind to children and animals until one day he just snapped!
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Sadly we never do as the action cuts back to the bell tower where Davey rendezvous with the old guy. They start ringing the bell together and Davey is allowed to have a go himself. Of course he zips up and down on the rope with no control. After it is time to stop the bells, they rap a bit and it soon apparent that the old guy is a kraut. When Davey asks if God ever uses himself for anything this "Mister Opp" says "Ja! Shore he das" followed with a "You like my bell clock. Ja?" and extends an invitation to Davey to come over to his house that afternoon to ring some more bell clock! God help me but some disturbing innuendoes come to mind.
It is lunch time and Hansen is carving on heck of a hunk of roast beast. It looks like a haunch of a Hippopotamus the family is rather blase' about the whole the meat thing as the main focus seems to be on Davey's upcoming visit with Opp.
So hungry, I could eat a haunch of Hippo
(https://i.ibb.co/Bt62L2L/roastbeast.gif)
Soon enough Davey is at the house and it apparent that this Opp is some sort of clock fanatic. Ever inch of wall space is taken up with clocks of every description. Including a dancing bear clock that is kept under glass so that it doesn't seize up from moisture. There is a knock on the door and it is some wiesenheimer with a telegram. The official story is that one of Opp's good friends is very sick and wants Opp to come. You buying that thread? I didn't think so. Seems more likely that it is from the junta in exile down in Brazil and that Opp is being summoned for some F'ed up Boys from Brazil scheme.
So Opp peels out an leaves Davey to in charge of the daily winding of the clocks. This Davey does while also doing Opp's dirty dishes for him. Things drag on mightily - Hansen has to tell Davey not to mess with Opps clocks so much as he has stuff to do back at the house. Eventually a tree branch busts out a pane of glass by the dancing bear clock and breaks the glass dome for it. Davey patches it up as best he can. Time drags on eventually the weisenheimer returns with a telegram for "Mr Hansen". It is from Opp to Davey informing him that he shall be returning soon [With his mission for the 3d Reich in exile being a success, it is time to go to ground again]. Opp comes back and sees the busted out window and patched up glass dome as Davey arrives to welcome him back. Opp takes it in stride although the viewer half expects him to bitch slap Davey with his leather Gauleiter gloves. It is not to be as Opp just tells Davey that God used him as a tool to do Opp's bidding as the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZX8IFKSbFE
Definitely an uninspired episode. They definitely put a great deal of work into making all those little clocks with the various movements. The storyline and message are weak. Plus Sally only has a brief cameo as the roast beast is being carved and I don't think even had a line in the episode at all. Then there is this Opp. Older kraut, obviously trying to hide his identity with that ridiculous mustache and those goofy eyebrows. It is not even 20 years past 1945 at this point, so there were definitely some Nazi elites still creeping about. So what about Opp? Was he a middle management Einsatzkommando type or a bigger fish? They never did find Martin Bormann did they? I'm not saying that Opp was Martin Bormann but this Opp was Martin Bormman. Look at the nose and facial structure:
(https://i.ibb.co/WgvrfwS/Seperated-At-Birth.png)
All in all a weak effort on the heels of near perfection. One and half roses.
(https://i.ibb.co/hDDm1VW/One-Half-Rose.png)
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BTW - you too can have a Martin Bormann action figure for the reasonable price of only 150 Euros:
https://www.mhm-shop.de/Martin-Bormann-Minister-of-the-Reich-and-Secretary-of-the-Fuehrer-Berlin-1943-scale-1-6
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Episode 18
Ding Dong. Ding Dong. This episode kicks of with some old dude ringing the church bell. The scene cuts back to the Hansen pad where the Old Man states that it is first bell and time to get ready for church. Davey was maxxing and relaxing on the carpet reading the comics but he peels out in one heck of a hurry. As he leaves, we are left gazing upon a rather significant blood stain. Hansen seems unconcerned but us viewers want to know more!
Hansen was a quiet man. Kind to children and animals until one day he just snapped!
(https://i.ibb.co/vky3r4c/Murder.png)
Sadly we never do as the action cuts back to the bell tower where Davey rendezvous with the old guy. They start ringing the bell together and Davey is allowed to have a go himself. Of course he zips up and down on the rope with no control. After it is time to stop the bells, they rap a bit and it soon apparent that the old guy is a kraut. When Davey asks if God ever uses himself for anything this "Mister Opp" says "Ja! Shore he das" followed with a "You like my bell clock. Ja?" and extends an invitation to Davey to come over to his house that afternoon to ring some more bell clock! God help me but some disturbing innuendoes come to mind.
It is lunch time and Hansen is carving on heck of a hunk of roast beast. It looks like a haunch of a Hippopotamus the family is rather blase' about the whole the meat thing as the main focus seems to be on Davey's upcoming visit with Opp.
So hungry, I could eat a haunch of Hippo
(https://i.ibb.co/Bt62L2L/roastbeast.gif)
Soon enough Davey is at the house and it apparent that this Opp is some sort of clock fanatic. Ever inch of wall space is taken up with clocks of every description. Including a dancing bear clock that is kept under glass so that it doesn't seize up from moisture. There is a knock on the door and it is some wiesenheimer with a telegram. The official story is that one of Opp's good friends is very sick and wants Opp to come. You buying that thread? I didn't think so. Seems more likely that it is from the junta in exile down in Brazil and that Opp is being summoned for some F'ed up Boys from Brazil scheme.
So Opp peels out an leaves Davey to in charge of the daily winding of the clocks. This Davey does while also doing Opp's dirty dishes for him. Things drag on mightily - Hansen has to tell Davey not to mess with Opps clocks so much as he has stuff to do back at the house. Eventually a tree branch busts out a pane of glass by the dancing bear clock and breaks the glass dome for it. Davey patches it up as best he can. Time drags on eventually the weisenheimer returns with a telegram for "Mr Hansen". It is from Opp to Davey informing him that he shall be returning soon [With his mission for the 3d Reich in exile being a success, it is time to go to ground again]. Opp comes back and sees the busted out window and patched up glass dome as Davey arrives to welcome him back. Opp takes it in stride although the viewer half expects him to bitch slap Davey with his leather Gauleiter gloves. It is not to be as Opp just tells Davey that God used him as a tool to do Opp's bidding as the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZX8IFKSbFE
Definitely an uninspired episode. They definitely put a great deal of work into making all those little clocks with the various movements. The storyline and message are weak. Plus Sally only has a brief cameo as the roast beast is being carved and I don't think even had a line in the episode at all. Then there is this Opp. Older kraut, obviously trying to hide his identity with that ridiculous mustache and those goofy eyebrows. It is not even 20 years past 1945 at this point, so there were definitely some Nazi elites still creeping about. So what about Opp? Was he a middle management Einsatzkommando type or a bigger fish? They never did find Martin Bormann did they? I'm not saying that Opp was Martin Bormann but this Opp was Martin Bormman. Look at the nose and facial structure:
(https://i.ibb.co/WgvrfwS/Seperated-At-Birth.png)
All in all a weak effort on the heels of near perfection. One and half roses.
(https://i.ibb.co/hDDm1VW/One-Half-Rose.png)
I don't know how you notice little things like that blood stain. I think what struck me was that Mr. Opp was completely unstable. That love of clocks was clearly a response to his very dark past and lack of love for fellow human beings. I think he would sooner see Davy slaughtered than lose his precious "grandfather."
Scary man. ;)
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Bedtime story! Thank you WAN.
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It's not his footprints, neither! Here I slowed it down:
(https://i.ibb.co/k1nTj1R/daveyblood.gif)
Some unacknowledged carnage for sure!
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Episode 19
Davey and the Old Man are in garage prepping their winter gear. We learn that Davey can not purchase a set of skis as he had planned as he had donated all of that weeks allowance money to the church because he was a little shit all week. The Old Man quite correctly points out that one can not "buy" God's forgiveness. It is a very Lutheran thing to say and makes the viewer all warm and fuzzy inside. This rosy glow is quickly dissipated when Goliath gets all bummed out because there are no rats to be found in the garage. Ick........
We jump to the next day and Davey is out sledding on the big hill. As is tradition, Goliath ends up plunging into a snowbank with Davey laughing his ass off. They make a nice run on the sled together without incident as the action cuts back to the cabin where John does not seem too perturbed that Davey ran off with his skis and didn't deal with the firewood. Incredibly, we see Elaine unpacking supplies out of a crate of Goop!
(https://i.ibb.co/pfpRKyQ/Goop.png)
We go back to the hill where Davey and Goliath are dicking around at the edge of a crevice which is clearly foreshadowing some soon to be tragedy. They then head back up the hill when Goliath starts sucking wind and Davey ends up having to haul his ass back up to the top on the sled. Davey then puts on the Old Man's skis which are way too long for him. No matter as he his carving it up! No poles, no boots, no nothing. He is putting on a hell of a show until he wipes out and one of the skis makes a beeline for the crevice. Goliath makes a valiant effort and almost goes over into the abyss but the ski is long gone. Davey is singing the blues and seems to give zero f*cks about Goliath's Near Death Experience at the cliffs edge. Trapped like a rat that is not in the Hansen's garage, Davey concocts a scheme to kiss the Old Man's ass and by doing a bunch of stuff for him.
Davey gets busy as we notice a rather natty Hansen cultivating a pipe while wearing a dashing red muffler.
(https://i.ibb.co/qj0C8P6/piper.gif)
Davey continues to work his fingers to the bone - going as far as scrapping mud off the Jeeps tires with his bare hands. As he is getting firewood, there is a tense moment where Davey snaps at Goliath after he offered to help. Not putting up with any B.S. Goliath tells Davey to go to "China". Davey then "accidently" drops a log off the stack he is carrying which just happens to bash Goliath in the skull. Certainly not a leveler for Goliath's sin of not going over the cliff with the ski but part of the debt is fulfilled anyway. After Davey fills Hansen's pipe for him, the gig is up and Davey is asked what he has done wrong. There is another heavy scene to wrap things up where Davey is reminded that one can't buy forgiveness. Certainly not by sucking ass like he has. The Old Man forgives him and he forgives Goliath. The episode ends with Goliath zipping down the hill on the single ski until he ends up in a tree after a big jump.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B59F-wPxtZA
It is not a bad little episode. The message is better than the action really. Plus K_Dubb will appreciate Hansen's muffler and pipe look. The only odd thing is Goliath's episode long obsession with rats.
Two and a half Roses.
(https://i.ibb.co/JcrnZZg/Two-Half-Rose.png)
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I have been inundated with work and day to day life matters as of late. I am digging my way out of the hole and Davey and Goliath shall return soon!
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Davey and Goliath shall return soon!
With bells on. *clank*
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I have been inundated with work and day to day life matters as of late. I am digging my way out of the hole and Davey and Goliath shall return soon!
Every day I check!
(https://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/OTRA-Diary-Honda-Civic-tour-2-louis-tomlinson-38828328-500-281.gif)
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Episode 20
Davey and Goliath are making a golly whopper of a snowball, when Elaine has to remind them that it is time to start their paper route. While out on the route, Davey notices that a previously empty store now has a new tenant. Davey tries to enter the store but the door is locked. Goliath knocks with his tail and out pops a frog with a "No Comprende" and a door slam in their faces. Apparently he didn't want to buy no newspapers.
Swearing Frog
(https://i.ibb.co/p4PvB4y/Froggy.gif)
Goliath poses the question: "Was he swearing at us?" Davey states that he was and Goliath barks him up something fierce. Teddy rolls up and Davey tells him about the jerk in the shop. They
scrape some frost off and peer in the window just to see the Frog go into a back room. In the backroom is is a sick lady that nags this "Pierre" about speaking English. Back out front, Jimmy
appears out of thin air is also looking in the shop. Davey has had just about all he can stand and busts into the shop to kick some Gallic ass. He muffs his sneak attack when he trips and
makes a noise. Pierre comes roaring out of the back room, arms waving and screaming. Davey beats a hasty retreat.
Davey decides that this Pierre is a low down, dirty rotten, stealer and and that he is fencing goods in there. They start pelting the building with snowballs and then haul ass. Davey returns with Sally and they peer in again. To test the frog out they bring a shoe as a cobbler shop is the supposed front for this stolen goods operation. Davey tries to touch the buffer wheel when Pierre grabs him. The kids bolt, leaving Pierre with a nasty shoe. Pierre then has to deal with the whiny Woman again.
Back at the ranch, Davey and Sally tell Elaine that the frog is bad news and that he hit Sally in the head. The next day, they go back to the shop and hear sobbing coming from the back room. Goliath starts to sniff the situation out as the frog hands over the repaired shoe. Goliath gets too close to the truth when the frog freaks out and they flee with the shoe without settling up. Pierre comes out on his front stoop and yells about being stiffed.
There is a crisis back home as Sally is missing. Remember the sobbing from the back room, Davey is convinced that she is being held for ransom in the back room of franco-horror. He spins a pretty good yarn - good enough that Hansen decides to go over to the shop to save Sally. He confronts the frog and busts into the shop with rage in his heart.
(https://i.ibb.co/5GgSGwp/rage.gif)
Hansen finds the backroom and sees the crippled woman. Sally returns home - she was out sledding as a pissed off Hansen returns. He gives Davey the sternest lecture of the serious so far. So much so that Davey is reduced to a quivering blog of "Yes Sir." "No Sir." Hansen then drops the "Bearing false witness" bomb on him and drags him to the store to see the crippled broad that is
kept in the back room. The episode ends with the lads bringing a pile of mucked up shoes to the frog and everything is rainbows and unicorns once again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykjEImOqP68
It is a good message, delivered in a clever way but...I hate this episode. Just loath it. I don't know why really. The frog always waving his arms in a "Oui Oui Mother F'er" manner. The broad out
back whining. Davey acting like a little shit. Possibly a foreshadowing of more SJW crap down the road? I can't say really. I just don't like it.
One and half roses.
(https://i.ibb.co/hDDm1VW/One-Half-Rose.png)
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And that is it? D&G unceremoniously cancelled due to:
https://youtu.be/aHW1cV9E7uQ
Lame.
I demand a re-boot of "Land of the Lost" as recompense.
https://youtu.be/n3m7Xow0YxE
Repatereiterations, yo.
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And that is it? D&G unceremoniously cancelled due to:
https://youtu.be/aHW1cV9E7uQ
Lame.
I demand a re-boot of "Land of the Lost" as recompense.
https://youtu.be/n3m7Xow0YxE
Repatereiterations, yo.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Still beats La Brea by an astronomical unit mile.
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WAN, are you still doing D&G reviews or what?
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WAN, are you still doing D&G reviews or what?
What.
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What.
I’d still like to hear from him. ::)
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WAN, are you still doing D&G reviews or what?
I am indeed.
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I am indeed.
:D Wow! It’s a Christmas miracle. I thought you’d gone full Ellgab. Never go full Ellgab. ;)
Any word from dubb? ???
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Episode 21
* Dedicated to K_Dubb - hope all is well bud.
Things start of with the Hansen's at the circus. It's a small one but has the essentials. Creepy clown, big top announcer, a couple on the flying trapeze. Hansen even springs for *four* popcorns! With the circus over the scene cuts back to the house. Elaine asks Sally to set the table for supper but she blows her off with a "In a minute". Elaine wants some production out of Davey as well but Hansen tells her that he is out cutting the grass. He goes out and checks on Davey's progress only to find him goofing off in a tree. He reams Davey out which doesn't go over too well with the lad. Davey keeps grumbling about all the work he has to do. Supper is called and Davey tells Hansen he don't want no stinking supper. Davey's been a real little shit so far and Hansen sends him off to his room without any dinner. While he was chewing Davey's ass, we notice that it looks like Hansen might have some ear cancer going on. Hopefully he gets that checked out by a competent ear cancer Doc.
(https://i.ibb.co/8Yfd2Lp/Hansen-Ear-Cancer.png)
Banished to the room, both Davey and Goliath are signing the blues about their lot in life. Eventually they conk out and both dream about being in the circus. Taking it as a sign, they decide that the circus life is for them, they leave a note, sneak out and cruise on over to the big top. They meet some circus dude that is a dead ringer for how I've always pictured Albrecht. Albrecht starts of with asking Davey if he wants to be a lion tamer or a clown to which Davey says sure. Albrecht then drops the hammer, hands him two pails and tells him to water down the elephant.
(https://i.ibb.co/qkrkmLH/albrecht-water.gif)
The pails are small and the elephant is well...an elephant [even if it has demonic red eyes], so Davey works up a sweat lugging water. As he is fetching more water, Davey runs into the clown at the water pump. The clown is a grumpy old bastard and Davey exclaims "It thought clowns were happy". After 16 pails of water are slurpped up by the thirsty grand old pachyderm, Davey announces that is all the water that the beast is gonna get, the elephant hoses his ass down with a blast from its trunk. This elicits and evil laugh from Albrecht. Then Cookie rings the dinner pan with a club and it is breakfast time. Albrecht, Grumpy the Clown and Davey sit down to a breakfast claimed to be beans but which looks like some sort of black gruel.
https://i.ibb.co/7VCDvXG/gruel.gif
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Elaine has made Davey a special waffle breakfast but the family has learned that he has legged it. Hansen plays it cool and doesn't go to retrieve the lad. We cut back to the circus where they have Davey sweeping rubbish up in the big top. The trapeze people come in with Italian accents and all and allow Davey to try out the trapeze. It's a nightmare and Davey ends up plummeting into the net. He then meets the lion tamer's kid and gets to pet Sammy the baby lion. The two boys get to talking and Davey realizes that living in a trailer might suck. Then the baby lion hisses at Goliath and he runs away whimpering like a little bitch. Albrecht then demands that Davey go muck out the monkey cages. Davey refuses and says that he is going home. Albrecht lets
out another evil laugh and tells him to scram.
Davey returns home as the sun is going down. He is worried that the Old Man will tell him to scram as well but all is forgiven and learns that Hansen will always love him as does God.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4qE5RCU5iA
A pretty darn good episode. Albrecht steals the show of course but the message is sound and the circus scenes are well done.
Three roses:
(https://i.ibb.co/BrxdWbV/Three-Roses.png)
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:D Wow! It’s a Christmas miracle. I thought you’d gone full Ellgab. Never go full Ellgab. ;)
Any word from dubb? ???
Can't go full Ellgab - too many folks over here that I like. No - nothing on K_Dubb. Hope he is okay.
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Can't go full Ellgab - too many folks over here that I like. No - nothing on K_Dubb. Hope he is okay.
Red Heat has kind of dried up due to a dearth of material with not going into the office anymore. Still there have been a few things. Maybe I should do an update?
You have fans here too.
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This next episode is Action Packed!
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This next episode is Action Packed!
This is great! I have to go back to the first page and get caught up.
Have you seen Moral Orel?
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This is great! I have to go back to the first page and get caught up.
Have you seen Moral Orel?
First set of episodes were lost when the other azzgab got disappeared. I've been made aware of Moral Orel.
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Episode 22
We start off with Davey hanging with Officer Bob in an intersection as they direct traffic. Why there are no street lights at this intersection...we know not. Bob lets Davey have a go which really bums Goliath out. A new little dude named Matt makes his appearance. I guess Matt is an attempt at diversity as there just have not been enough Battleship Gray people in Davey and Goliath to date:
(https://i.ibb.co/nmhptJC/GrayMatt.png)
With school out, all the lads cruise on over to a park to hang with Officer Bob. Bob makes them recite his rules by rote. Davey tackles his rule with ease "Never ride anyone on handlebars". After that is all taken care of the lads start chanting about a surprise that Bob had promised. It turns out that if they show up at the fire station they get to go on a ride in the brand new fire engine. Goliath seems put out that he won't be able to ride on the engine either - after all he ain't no Dalmation.
Sally is beebopping along and Davey learns that she is late for her music lesson. Even though Davey just chanted Officer Bob's rule against it, he takes off with Sally sitting on the handlebars. They durf it of course and Davey's front wheel gets mangalated.
(https://i.ibb.co/D4QZK63/daveyderf.gif)
Sally is ok but Davey is an emotional wreck. He disobeyed Officer Bob's diktat and he can't face Bob anymore. 5:30 rolls around and the lads are yukking it up down at the fire station. Bob wants to know where Davey is as he wants to ensure that he gets to ride on the new truck with the others. However, Davey is hiding across the street behind a tree like a little bitch. The lads are even allowed to slide down the fire pole from the second floor which seems a bit dangerous but no one dies.
Davey is feeling his oats over this whole bike wheel/Bob situation when the firestation gets a real call. They boogie on over to a burning high rise. The whole thing is really well done. We've got a hydrant, hoses, water spillage and a ladder truck.
(https://i.ibb.co/6D0f9N8/laddertruck.png)
As Davey shows up to watch the action it turns into quite the inferno!
(https://i.ibb.co/sRdqFFs/inferno.gif)
As Matt shouts incessantly "Fiar! Fiar! Fiar!" some old bird pokes her head out a window screeching that she is trapped. A fireman goes up the ladder and fetches her down to safety as an old dude even higher up starts yelling for help. No way the ladder is gonna reach him! Cappy enlists Officer Bob's help and the fire company plus Bob hold the life net and the guy jumps to safety.
(https://i.ibb.co/0n4vnF5/jumper.gif)
Bob is grinning it up after the successful rescue of the old boy but by now the building is fully involved. Shit starts falling off the building and plummeting to earth which is not good as Bob doesn't have a brain bucket. He gets his head knocked in by a brick and he goes down hard!
(https://i.ibb.co/pLrG1xz/bonkbonk.gif)
They cart Bob off in the meat wagon as Davey cruises on home in tears. He coughs up his whistle to Goliath as he sings the blues over Bob's injury. He is asked to say Grace at dinner but he melts down. The Old Man sets him straight and he flees in search of Bob to make things right. He swings by the fire station to find out if they took Bob down to Rampart or what. Turns out Bob is fine and he's back down at Spruce and Main directing traffic. It's been like a 12 hour day with a head trauma thrown in but I guess Bob is an animal for overtime. Davey confesses his handlebar sins to Bob as the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp_NE8vmLzM
The message is rather lame and Davey's pitiful pup routine wears thin really quickly. On the other hand the action is great and we have Frickin' Fire!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥Lit City🔥🔥 Suck my titties. Four Roses:
(https://i.ibb.co/h2cnJWh/Four-Roses.png)
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First set of episodes were lost when the other azzgab got disappeared. I've been made aware of Moral Orel.
That was me... Apogees.
https://youtu.be/PEZGYY2FNKU
&
https://youtu.be/y_VXZDtSBaY
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Episode 22
We start off with Davey hanging with Officer Bob in an intersection as they direct traffic. Why there are no street lights at this intersection...we know not. Bob lets Davey have a go which really bums Goliath out. A new little dude named Matt makes his appearance. I guess Matt is an attempt at diversity as there just have not been enough Battleship Gray people in Davey and Goliath to date:
(https://i.ibb.co/nmhptJC/GrayMatt.png)
With school out, all the lads cruise on over to a park to hang with Officer Bob. Bob makes them recite his rules by rote. Davey tackles his rule with ease "Never ride anyone on handlebars". After that is all taken care of the lads start chanting about a surprise that Bob had promised. It turns out that if they show up at the fire station they get to go on a ride in the brand new fire engine. Goliath seems put out that he won't be able to ride on the engine either - after all he ain't no Dalmation.
Sally is beebopping along and Davey learns that she is late for her music lesson. Even though Davey just chanted Officer Bob's rule against it, he takes off with Sally sitting on the handlebars. They durf it of course and Davey's front wheel gets mangalated.
(https://i.ibb.co/D4QZK63/daveyderf.gif)
Sally is ok but Davey is an emotional wreck. He disobeyed Officer Bob's diktat and he can't face Bob anymore. 5:30 rolls around and the lads are yukking it up down at the fire station. Bob wants to know where Davey is as he wants to ensure that he gets to ride on the new truck with the others. However, Davey is hiding across the street behind a tree like a little bitch. The lads are even allowed to slide down the fire pole from the second floor which seems a bit dangerous but no one dies.
Davey is feeling his oats over this whole bike wheel/Bob situation when the firestation gets a real call. The boogie on over to a burning high rise. The whole thing is really well done. We've got a hydrant, hoses, water spillage and a ladder truck.
(https://i.ibb.co/6D0f9N8/laddertruck.png)
As Davey shows up to watch the action it turns into quite the inferno!
(https://i.ibb.co/sRdqFFs/inferno.gif)
As Matt shouts incessantly "Fiar! Fiar! Fiar!" some old bird pokes her head out a window screeching that she is trapped. A fireman goes up the ladder and fetches her down to safety as an old dude even higher up starts yelling for help. No way the ladder is gonna reach him! Cappy enlists Officer Bob's help and the fire company plus Bob hold the life net and the guy jumps to safety.
(https://i.ibb.co/0n4vnF5/jumper.gif)
Bob is grinning it up after the successful rescue of the old bioy but by now the building is fully involved. Shit starts falling off the building and plummeting to earth which is not good as Bob doesn't have a brain bucket. He gets his head knocked in by a brick and he goes down hard!
(https://i.ibb.co/pLrG1xz/bonkbonk.gif)
They cart Bob off in the meat wagon as Davey cruises on home in tears. He coughs up his whistle to Goliath as he sings the blues over Bob's injury. He is asked to say Grace at dinner but he melts down. The Old Man sets him straight and he flees in search of Bob to make things right. He swings by the fire station to find out if the took Bob down to Rampart or what. Turns out Bob is fine and he's back down at Spruce and Main directing traffic. It's been like a 12 hour day with a head trauma thrown in but I guess Bob is an animal for overtime. Davey confesses his handlebar sins to Bob as the episode ends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp_NE8vmLzM
The message is rather lame and Davey's pitiful pup routine wears thin really quickly. On the other hand the action is great and we have Frickin' Fire!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥Lit City🔥🔥 Suck my titties. Four Roses:
(https://i.ibb.co/h2cnJWh/Four-Roses.png)
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That was me... Apogees.
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S'okay, I don't know what I'm missing. ;)
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https://youtu.be/uPcpXc8cZeI
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That was me... Apogees.
https://youtu.be/PEZGYY2FNKU
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https://youtu.be/y_VXZDtSBaY
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The message is rather lame and Davey's pitiful pup routine wears thin really quickly. On the other hand the action is great and we have Frickin' Fire!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥Lit City🔥🔥 Suck my titties. Four Roses:
I agree with peter that that message is rather lame,
even tho I never read it
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https://youtu.be/NGugZ6FBebY
I have only recently found this episode; haven't watched it yet. I hope there is not an esoteric post-alluvium Noah reference that I will not ken.
Nautical...
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Hmmm...yeah Daddy-O! I digs it. Davey and Goliath...
Yeah!
MV and Golum...
Siskel and Ebert . . .
Tony Orlando and Dawn ...
Jack and Dianne
Garfunkle and Vapefruit
Ciadildo, John Cougar Mellencamp, and Young
Jagoff and Webster
Let's be Frank fellas
Jack and his multiple sock puppet cavalcade of colorful characters and Admin is Azzyland ... which I am happy to laugh with, at and in.
I see Texas Man really spilled the beans which is interesting that Jack would confess Ala DUPERS DELIGHT.
I guess Jack is the worst criminal ever. He is so arrogant as he admits to his lies and keylogging, framing, insulting, stalking... and glitters it with accusations to the contrary- all false .. and wants to be caught and simultaneously get away.
KARMA HAPPENS AND works.
LOL from Trollida to Laser to OG Twit to everyone besides Groyper and Innerreach and Space Mountain occasionally.
AM IRITE?
November and December 2020 in BallGrab was much the same after permanently kicking me out in just under 60 days of all out war between me and MV and Jack, Groyper and Azz and their puppies.. I mean puppets. Of course maybe 20 others .. that's 2020 Bellgab.
EllGab is the same group.
All a mirage of nothingness.
A handful of legitimate criminal, IRL Evil AHHOLES / KEYBOARD CUNTS.
I killed the cunts.
Plus, truth be told, I am bringing down 20x the views every second, 24 hrs that this site shows in real time.
I have information that my numbers are better than
EllGab = BellGab Lite
What does this all mean?
What does it matter?
Huh..
Wel, I'm jus gonna go play me uh lil suma touch fooootball....
SKOAL BOTHA'!
Bye! I Love you Commander and that's why I can never talk to you...
I can't wait to see Charlie!
Those 2 gloniggers Lie
I think she is too stupid and poor to be a glo n word but she just sucks at it and according to Jack "Texas Man" Cuckzi, it was extortion and curiosity and "Who Framed David Rubini?"
Jack and Fatazz.
Who else dumbass?
Oh yeah..
*click*
#Meow
#SendJasonCallanFeetPicsofGroypersWifeToLouHammer
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Hmmm...yeah Daddy-O! I digs it. Davey and Goliath...
Yeah!
MV and Golum...
Siskel and Ebert . . .
Tony Orlando and Dawn ...
Jack and Dianne
Garfunkle and Vapefruit
Ciadildo, John Cougar Mellencamp, and Young
Jagoff and Webster
Let's be Frank fellas
Jack and his multiple sock puppet cavalcade of colorful characters and Admin is Azzyland ... which I am happy to laugh with, at and in.
I see Texas Man really spilled the beans which is interesting that Jack would confess Ala DUPERS DELIGHT.
I guess Jack is the worst criminal ever. He is so arrogant as he admits to his lies and keylogging, framing, insulting, stalking... and glitters it with accusations to the contrary- all false .. and wants to be caught and simultaneously get away.
KARMA HAPPENS AND works.
LOL from Trollida to Laser to OG Twit to everyone besides Groyper and Innerreach and Space Mountain occasionally.
AM IRITE?
November and December 2020 in BallGrab was much the same after permanently kicking me out in just under 60 days of all out war between me and MV and Jack, Groyper and Azz and their puppies.. I mean puppets. Of course maybe 20 others .. that's 2020 Bellgab.
EllGab is the same group.
All a mirage of nothingness.
A handful of legitimate criminal, IRL Evil AHHOLES / KEYBOARD CUNTS.
I killed the cunts.
Plus, truth be told, I am bringing down 20x the views every second, 24 hrs that this site shows in real time.
I have information that my numbers are better than
EllGab = BellGab Lite
What does this all mean?
What does it matter?
Huh..
Wel, I'm jus gonna go play me uh lil suma touch fooootball....
SKOAL BOTHA'!
I think she is too stupid and poor to be a glo n word but she just sucks at it and according to Jack "Texas Man" Cuckzi, it was extortion and curiosity and "Who Framed David Rubini?"
Jack and Fatazz.
Who else dumbass?
Oh yeah..
*click*
#Meow
#SendJasonCallanFeetPicsofGroypersWifeToLouHammer
What does n word mean? ???
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Let's be Frank
https://youtu.be/KTk3TfCFjEc
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Jack and his multiple sock puppet cavalcade of colorful characters
1. Jackstar
2. Jackstar JASC-KUCZI RAVE#
3. jafd
These are all me. Those are my actual names. That's it. That's all. Why I get three is a conversation beyond the scope of this thread's reply.
I do not have a sock puppet cavalcade. I don't have sock puppets. I have a system of organizational creative hierarchy, dick-for-brains. Take your parade of gaslit bullshit and shove it where the sun does not shine.
I guess Jack is the worst criminal ever.
Well, my guess is that the worst criminal ever is your spouse.
He is so arrogant as he admits to his lies and keylogging, framing, insulting, stalking... and glitters it with accusations to the contrary- all false ..
Not only am I not engaging nor have I engaged in such activities--I didn't confess to any such thing either.
and wants to be caught and simultaneously get away.
I want what every real man wants: Wonder Woman to burst into the room, tie me up with her Golden Lariat, and force me to tell the truth.
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1. Jackstar
2. Jackstar JASC-KUCZI RAVE#
3. jafd
These are all me. Those are my actual names. That's it. That's all. Why I get three is a conversation beyond the scope of this thread's reply.
I do not have a sock puppet cavalcade. I don't have sock puppets. I have a system of organizational creative hierarchy, dick-for-brains. Take your parade of gaslit bullshit and shove it where the sun does not shine.
Well, my guess is that the worst criminal ever is your spouse.
Not only am I not engaging nor have I engaged in such activities--I didn't confess to any such thing either.
I want what every real man wants: Wonder Woman to burst into the room, tie me up with her Golden Lariat, and force me to tell the truth.
Isn’t Turtledove just you pretending to be grapefruit? I mean, we can proceed with this therapy model if it’s really what you need, Jack but I think you’re better than that. ;)
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I want what every real man wants: Wonder Woman to burst into the room, tie me up with her Golden Lariat, and force me to tell the truth.
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Isn’t Turtledove just you pretending to be grapefruit?
I've never pretended to be that person—or any other. I literally never logged into the ‘spacemeowmaid@gmail.com’ account, even though it was created in my downstairs bedroom in Seattle. I'm not real big on participating in willful deception, in case you haven't noticed.
And it's actually ‘Turtled L. Dove.’ Not like you care.
I mean, we can proceed with this therapy model if it’s really what you need, Jack but I think you’re better than that. ;)
From where does your authority derive and descend? You're being kind. You're also being timed. Is there an emoticon for that?
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Is there an emoticon for that?
🤔
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This lacks the gravitas and the nuance of urgency that I'm looking to convey here.
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This lacks the gravitas and the nuance of urgency that I'm looking to convey here.
So far, all I got--this isn't high on my action list, but I have curiosities as well--is that this must be the burner ID for the composite that (PROT) & (PROT) were supposedly gonna use to reel me back in (just massively when I thought I was all rolleyes done), but which of course crashed and cindered shortly after take-off... since both of them at least kinda like me and have a modicum of respect for themselves.
I'd prefer not to openly speculate too much further, given that I'm not looking to -completely- embarrass anyone to death, and besides, far be it from me to be involved in that kind of retributive attitude. (Besides, trust Me: if embarrassment could kill a person, I'd be way beyond dead & buried by now.) So, I'm going with, for now, the idea that a Completely Artificial Person (C.A.P.) was "doxxed," which is why it isn't felony wire fraud, why it doesn't ultimately really matter, and why the whole "doxxing" phenomenon has always been about, and correct me if I am wrong here, but it's all been thinly-veiled attempts to send coercive messages to various targets in the field, without having to go through the tedious exercise of making one's email archive into a hoard of self-incrimination.
I am unfamiliar, uninvited, and totesdon'tgiveashit wtaf these half-tard monkey fuckheads are up to... I mean, curious, yeah? However, I have my own life to lead--I have an actual life, People--and as much as I would like to sit around and casually satisfy my most trivial of curious urges while I wait for my two (2) trials to begin... I mean, fuck that. It's Spring. I have shit to do, and these anabolic steroids aren't going to inject themselves--or, if they are, they're not going to do it where I would prefer, that's for sure.
I have been excommunicated from The_Church_Of_Rubini for many days now, ever since the last time he rang me up to holler violent statements about violence at me. The poor bastard, honestly. He just can't figure it out--he figures I must have some secret gang, like he does, or have access to some secret, high-falutin' technology, like he does, or have a big swimming pool filled with Krugrerrands, like Scrooge McDuck does... but, no, not really, not at all. I don't have any of that.
What I do have, is the mandate of Heaven, my Will, and The Way. Seriously, Kids, stand back, you don't wanna lose the end of one of your toes, or--worse--the end of your {PROFANE_SLANG:"a body part that handles secretions"}. Trust Me, my insurance won't cover that, and I won't even feel guilty. Believe it.
Next time I see (PROT) I will ask him more--I don't wanna bother the other one with it, as I am sure that if there more that I should know I would have heard it by now, but all I got was a, "I am uncertain what should be done next," which has rocketed to my personal Billboard Hot 100 of quotes I like to hear people saying out loud when they have thoroughly chapped my ass, which I didn't even know I needed my own, personally--I was always just copying off of someone else's in study hall.
That reminds me. Best hall: study, mess, or Monty? Discuss.
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...it's actually ‘Turtled L. Dove.’ Not like you care...
https://youtu.be/gmsrO8xpe-w
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And, again: what is this supposed to actually do?
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And, again: what is this supposed to actually do?
If your system has become accustomed to the methamphetamines, maybe you should try something stronger, maybe fentanyl?
Nautical Shore.
Apropos of nuttin', have you any idea why old WAN hasn't updated this thread of late?
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If your system has become accustomed to the methamphetamines,
It hasn't. I guess I look pretty stupid to you, huh? Take a picture, it'll last longer.
maybe you should try something stronger, maybe fentanyl?
I really don't like it.
Nautical Shore.
I am 100% sure. I'd rather eat raw calves’ liver and then gargle with castor oil.
Apropos of nuttin', have you any idea why old WAN hasn't updated this thread of late?
I sent him out to pick up a load of methamphetamines and he hasn't been back since. People fear my raw, animalistic potency. Sigh.
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... fear ...
Explain the difference between "fear" and "indifference."
Show your work, TIA.
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Explain the difference between "fear" and "indifference."
One is your fantasy, and the other is mine.
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And it's actually ‘Turtled L. Dove.’ Not like you care.
Oh, I have no wish to confuse, nor offend, I just realized, you may not realize, that the names of the accounts stay the same when the display name is changed and Turtledldove is actually “Jackstar JSAC-KUCZI RAVE#”, which, I'm here to tell you, is a real b**** to type into on those little tablets that they have at this County’s jail. (It's actually a really goddam nice jail. Nevertheless I would still prefer not to spend a year there.)
It didn't have goddam s*** for books neither. That being said, reading The Catcher In The Rye again was f****** amazing. I think, after this deep cycle phase is over, I'm going to buy 50 copies of Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead and donate them to the jail. Maybe I'll sign them too. Hells bells, why don't I just f****** change my name to ‘Ayn Rand’? No one else is using it, I am obviously a hands-down better writer, and as a bonus I can actually pronounce her name, & I can learn to lip sync to her better than Milli Vanilli ever could have. Like, my dad had a stronger accent than hers. Listen to one of her speeches sometime. It's totesdorbs.
Remember, Colin: I had a plan before these Q-KuntZ and the Cylons showed up. Stick with me, you'll go far. For example, you're one question away from The Big Cookie.
No one else comes even close.
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What is this supposed to actually do?
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I used to watch this fine claymation serial back in New York as a young lil cunt. In my viewing market it was presented by Tom Jolls, who I thank for his many decades of decent work.
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I used to watch this fine claymation serial back in New York as a young lil cunt. In my viewing market it was presented by Tom Jolls, who I thank for his many decades of decent work.
Was this an East coast thing? I was NJ.
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Was this an East coast thing? I was NJ.
I think the Davey and Goliath serial was syndicated or something. It aired on WKBW (7/ABC) meshed into a late Sunday morning variety show hosted by Jolls. I am not actually sure how the claymation series was distributed to different markets, but it was christian themed and I have only known it to have aired on Sunday mornings as a sketch in between segments.
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I used to watch this fine claymation serial back in New York as a young lil cunt. In my viewing market it was presented by Tom Jolls, who I thank for his many decades of decent work.
#metoo
#RocketShip7
#CommanderTom4Ever!
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I think the Davey and Goliath serial was syndicated or something. It aired on WKBW (7/ABC) meshed into a late Sunday morning variety show hosted by Jolls. I am not actually sure how the claymation series was distributed to different markets, but it was christian themed and I have only known it to have aired on Sunday mornings as a sketch in between segments.
D&G was made by the same guy who made Gumby, Art Clokey. I believe both were sydicated and shown on The Commander Tom Show: Rocket Ship 7.
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D&G was made by the same guy who made Gumby, Art Clokey. I believe both were sydicated and shown on The Commander Tom Show: Rocket Ship 7.
Do you know if they did Moral Orel?
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Do you know if they did Moral Orel?
I don’t think I’m familiar with that.
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D&G was made by the same guy who made Gumby, Art Clokey. I believe both were sydicated and shown on The Commander Tom Show: Rocket Ship 7.
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Good info MT, is that signed promo thing from your personal vault? It looks signed right in the middle area
He must be in his mid or late 70s by now. I check every once in a while to make sure he is still alive. Irv is gone, and the sports guy who I forget his name but I think he was a tad younger than Irv and Tom. But those channel 7 guys have been departed for some time now.
Ernie Coombs was also really worthy and respectable. He was on Canadian TV but was an American who became a duel citizen during his long broadcasting career in Canada. He had the hidden lady with the Casey and Finnegan puppets. His show was pure class just like Commander Tom's was.
I wish I could have met either of them.
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Was this an East coast thing? I was NJ.
I'm STFU.
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I'm STFU.
I am belting out the sun and the stars with absolutely no hanging feedback. How does it feel to know I have fewer limits, and you have already convinced yourself fast?
STFU. No, actually, telling other people to clam up is exceptionally odd behavior when not in a time of war. Is there a new struggle? I just took care of the last one. I might have some time. So I rather don't get the meaning.
It could be that I broke down the next segment of Ongoing Narrative, and while I was satisfied with the experience and I'm getting the impression that my speaking choices are considered unwelcome.
Is this right? Oh, by the way, I'm either prepping to finish or am about halfway through an actual (PROT), so while I am sure some never think about it, this process is ongoing, and it's fascinating.
Also, I somehow managed to fend off some advances yesterday by being overwhelmingly rejective and I imagine predictable results will ensue. Tell you what, I'll STFU about that.
I would like to talk about these pants though, but, well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it: tummysticks is actually boring compared to Sourcery. /shrug
Now, I really dig these Davey/Goliath things but I understand how sudden unexpected shifts are discomfiting. And this was unexpected, huh? Look, not an ambush, but an airdrop, these things happen in Divine timing, and I deliberately choose these Godly-type words to describe myself, because, I think it's funny to watch people freak out about my own reality. Like, I would lie for what reason?
"I saw a portal, and some beings invited me out, and I said, "No, my mom's is gonna need me." And they made sure I was serious, and then, they took off, seemingly blowing up the ship they brought with them in an instant? I don't know. At the time, I didn't know legit tens of thousands of people were seeing something else. I found out and wondered if anyone else got 3 blue spheres in their bedroom while alone? And was I gonna feel stupid for skipping the yacht ride... just for my stupid mother? That dumb ninny? I am staying behind just to watch her die?
Not a single goddam regret and of course, leaving my body and going elsewhere sounded good, but that was just because I had no idea that hospice for my mother was the best job ever, and I also wasn't sure if someone knew what the fuck they were doing, but I would definitely prefer to be prepared if someone wised up, than not to be.
Remember: I did not report to NORAD. I immediately reported directly to Art Bell and I fucking knew that was the same goddam thing. And here I am. I forget who killed him, I don't remember this shit, it just gets transmitted. i'm too busy thinking about the new administration's labor retreat.
It has fancy needles. And you make this Space, and then... Jesus, who can't have needles? Oh, right, blackmail/extortion targets. I would love to tell that fat tubby fuck how he's a dipshit and a million, however... I don't think that would be right for a child to know that his father is stupid, honestly, that kind of comment should be held back until IMMEDIATELY after he drops dead of a heart attack, hopefully with a little bit of rolling around and gargling, because I am sure they will both be impressed by the upgrades to their Crown chakric bond that I arranged... oh, months ago. Maybe years? The kid is precocious. Honestly, who wouldn't want to have a dead father? I know that I ask mine to go Ghost Mode and stalk all my ex-girlfriends all the time, and of course, he totescomplies.
Fortunately mine doesn't come around often. I'm really looking forward to it. Like I could give a shit about this broadminded and small-sacked chode. HOWEVER: I like his scion. Kid shows promise. I'll convert him to Hungarianism INSTANTLY on natural father death. What's he gonna do? Appeal? I'm a fucking Bishop. Like I give a shit. If I wanted a pet to follow me around and worship me, I would have let someone nail me to the wall as their beard. Lots of options. Surprise! It sucked.
Speaking of which: I can't hardly wait to see the Enforcement Package coming up. Like, I have been prepping for the Showcase Showdown for fucking years. I mean, no rush to see you embarrassed, but I don't see the fear coming up at all. I am relaxed.
I am also not a big fat fucking alcoholic lying doucheback poncedick, with a dandy as an ally, so, I'm not sweating the world which is up to come. Look, it's real simple, I don't give a shit if you ever die at all, if I get a request from Dogboy Wondershrimp after 13yo>, I'm gonna tell him the truth: you're an asshole and that means nothing because we are -aligned- assholes. Oh, i'm the bad influence, huh?
You're an actual King Kong Nigger and I could give a shit about your fucking baseless whining and carrying on. You know what would have helped? Not being a shithead bigot. On the bright side, I think everyone learned that lesson this time. N'est-ce pas?
Next time don't imagine yourself as outthinking an apex predator when Keyser Soze's wife is on line 2, and can't remember how to get to the airport... like, is that code? Tell you what, just take him and fucking run, how about that? Oh, right, I forgot, it's a scam attempt and y'all thought you were being -subtle.-
Look, we love you both, but neither of us are dumb enough to be pawns in your stupid parent shell game. What's the threat here? Oh no, I might never have to deal with a big pain in the ass again? Okay, first of all: telepath. Second of all: save it for Sober Watch Tower Panda Express. Like, I swear to fucking -G-d.-
If I had known this would be nine months, without your ingorant bellyaching whining about shit you only think you know stuff about, holy shit, I would have been whistling Dixie the whole fucking time. Instead, I am in -awe-. Watching this from below? Holy damn it must BE TOTES AWESOME. Especially the part where it probably isn't that for you.
Thanks for the cigar. I wish you had been made clear: it's pretty fucking unwise to trifle with Jackstar in front of your kid, unless you think I want him to actually forget that I actually am better than you at mostly everything. Like, what you got? Oh, right, cooking. Well, right on, gosh, impulse cravings. Wow.
I already knew that "never helping me" was the order of the day, lol. Note that it still worked out okay.
Go give an object lesson to someone or something. Christ. Oh, wow, did I get fuckin' fed up of your total fucking bullshit at the exact right time? Wow, that hardly ever happens. See you at the party, Richter.
I know it looks like I crave the company of an argumentative brat on a constant basis--I do love the taller, rounder, more shrieky than whiney one, to be sure--but the sum point of fact is this: you all had no idea what was going on, and I saved your goddam bacon, and I could give a shit if you knew, know, or ever do know.
Your fucking kid knows, why don't you ask him how to say niggerbiffle too? You arrogant gaslighting retard fuckhead. Sure, I miss you. Un peu. What I do miss is seeing you being forced, day by day, question by question, have to come up with an answer to the question that makes SENSE.
What the fuck happened to Jack? Oh, I'll fucking tell him. Is he 13? I'll risk it. 18? Dude, I'll tell him -any-thing. And, here's why: I watched you all fucking lie to him, and me, lots and lots.
I am, of course, devastated beyond all rational functioning to be ejected clear of your torturous shitshow. And, that's okay: I wasn't in there involved anyway. Soooo... buh?
I'm good. Catch you later. Here, take these Flintstones vitamins, he probably thinks Betty is the tall one. And I did something wrong, eh?
ultra lol.
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I'm STFU.
Hey, STFU, post often. :)
There is a name change thread I think. ;)
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Good info MT, is that signed promo thing from your personal vault? It looks signed right in the middle area
He must be in his mid or late 70s by now. I check every once in a while to make sure he is still alive. Irv is gone, and the sports guy who I forget his name but I think he was a tad younger than Irv and Tom. But those channel 7 guys have been departed for some time now.
Ernie Coombs was also really worthy and respectable. He was on Canadian TV but was an American who became a duel citizen during his long broadcasting career in Canada. He had the hidden lady with the Casey and Finnegan puppets. His show was pure class just like Commander Tom's was.
I wish I could have met either of them.
No, it’s not mine. I just did an image search. I have fond memories of The Commander Tom Show though and I think the “Canadian” guy you’re talking about is Mr. Dressup, which is funny because that’s what those in the know call the current PM now. :D
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No, it’s not mine. I just did an image search. I have fond memories of The Commander Tom Show though and I think the “Canadian” guy you’re talking about is Mr. Dressup, which is funny because that’s what those in the know call the current PM now. :D
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He sure claimed that title. What a disgraceful piece of soyshit! The bastard son of Castro is a complete weirdo. All those pics were from official meetings. His private function costumes go even beyond those. What a meatball, I hate that soylent tyrant! He is a limp wristed goofball!
The programming they give kids these days is bizzare. In the 90s they had that purple diddling-dinosaur who had a strange act and apparently also a perverted wrapsheet. Now they put lifestyle choice riddles on the back of cereal boxes. MK ultra with marshmallows. Mental warfare.
Imagineers at D. all have tits and dicks now too and their themeparks have gone into decline with massive re-theming all aimed at a toddler age group. From Epcot being a state of the art window to the self sustainable future.of utopian society of the illuminated humans, it has been deconstructed and dumbed down for entertainment purposes. Disney had a fully automated transit system 50 years before any municipality had anything remotely on par. Now they are selling lifestyle-mob merchandise while p!mping k!ds and tracking and micro-managing their guest's mediochre experiences and every move in their devolved biometric Florida parks.
In 30 years we have gone from the Ivy League secret rulers of the whirled attending Bohemian Grove and the remains of The Hell Fire Club, now reduced to a minority of zany uneducated TV-addicted goofballs with media power sucking their thumbs and talking like valleygirls while tucking their willies into their asses and twirling their fingers in their hair while growing a beard with a half blue bowl cut shaved on one side. Usually accompanied by balloon animal shaped dildo, probably to give out to k!ds.
Soon all celebrities and media darlings will hang. Politicians need to be round up and publicly .EXE'd in the street in front of all the masses. Bluescreen is now. These clowns are not in charge of anything.
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How cute Trollda has a rage mate ☺️
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How cute. Trollda has a rage mate ☺️
I fixed it for you but seriously, learn how to write a proper sentence. ::)
P.S. I think with your lot trying to foist your alphabet agenda on everyone you’ll find that I have a lot of rage mates now and that list only grows bigger everyday. Keep going! ;D
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K_Schlubb's latest foray into weapons-grade knitwear is the most harrowing example yet. It looks like he's ripped the guts out of some small animal that was misguidedly wandering past him, and has then draped it over his knobbly shoulders as part of some homo rite of passage. Maybe the smell of rotten flesh gets the gays scampering out of their burrows (they always lurk underground, as we all know) all ready to bugger each other, until someone turns the hose on all this beastliness.
I think he's gone into full tertiary gay syphillis mode. He'll probably try to throw himself into Puget Sound (or 'Push-it-in Soundly, as that filth likes to refer to it) any minute, the nasty thing.
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K_Schlubb's latest foray into weapons-grade knitwear is the most harrowing example yet. It looks like he's ripped the guts out of some small animal that was misguidedly wandering past him, and has then draped it over his knobbly shoulders as part of some homo rite of passage. Maybe the smell of rotten flesh gets the gays scampering out of their burrows (they always lurk underground, as we all know) all ready to bugger each other, until someone turns the hose on all this beastliness.
I think he's gone into full tertiary gay syphillis mode. He'll probably try to throw himself into Puget Sound (or 'Push-it-in Soundly, as that filth likes to refer to it) any minute, the nasty thing.
While that may all be true I think it’s the jabs that have him this fucked up. ;)
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While that may all be true I think it’s the jabs that have him this fucked up. ;)
Something has happened to him. I hope and pray it's nothing too trivial. Considering his lifestyle he should have been dead years ago, what with all the roadside bestiality and industrial strength AIDS.
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I am belting out the sun and the stars with absolutely no hanging feedback. How does it feel to know I have fewer limits, and you have already convinced yourself fast?
STFU. No, actually, telling other people to clam up is exceptionally odd behavior when not in a time of war. Is there a new struggle? I just took care of the last one. I might have some time. So I rather don't get the meaning.
It could be that I broke down the next segment of Ongoing Narrative, and while I was satisfied with the experience and I'm getting the impression that my speaking choices are considered unwelcome.
Is this right? Oh, by the way, I'm either prepping to finish or am about halfway through an actual (PROT), so while I am sure some never think about it, this process is ongoing, and it's fascinating.
Also, I somehow managed to fend off some advances yesterday by being overwhelmingly rejective and I imagine predictable results will ensue. Tell you what, I'll STFU about that.
I would like to talk about these pants though, but, well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it: tummysticks is actually boring compared to Sourcery. /shrug
Now, I really dig these Davey/Goliath things but I understand how sudden unexpected shifts are discomfiting. And this was unexpected, huh? Look, not an ambush, but an airdrop, these things happen in Divine timing, and I deliberately choose these Godly-type words to describe myself, because, I think it's funny to watch people freak out about my own reality. Like, I would lie for what reason?
"I saw a portal, and some beings invited me out, and I said, "No, my mom's is gonna need me." And they made sure I was serious, and then, they took off, seemingly blowing up the ship they brought with them in an instant? I don't know. At the time, I didn't know legit tens of thousands of people were seeing something else. I found out and wondered if anyone else got 3 blue spheres in their bedroom while alone? And was I gonna feel stupid for skipping the yacht ride... just for my stupid mother? That dumb ninny? I am staying behind just to watch her die?
Not a single goddam regret and of course, leaving my body and going elsewhere sounded good, but that was just because I had no idea that hospice for my mother was the best job ever, and I also wasn't sure if someone knew what the fuck they were doing, but I would definitely prefer to be prepared if someone wised up, than not to be.
Remember: I did not report to NORAD. I immediately reported directly to Art Bell and I fucking knew that was the same goddam thing. And here I am. I forget who killed him, I don't remember this shit, it just gets transmitted. i'm too busy thinking about the new administration's labor retreat.
It has fancy needles. And you make this Space, and then... Jesus, who can't have needles? Oh, right, blackmail/extortion targets. I would love to tell that fat tubby fuck how he's a dipshit and a million, however... I don't think that would be right for a child to know that his father is stupid, honestly, that kind of comment should be held back until IMMEDIATELY after he drops dead of a heart attack, hopefully with a little bit of rolling around and gargling, because I am sure they will both be impressed by the upgrades to their Crown chakric bond that I arranged... oh, months ago. Maybe years? The kid is precocious. Honestly, who wouldn't want to have a dead father? I know that I ask mine to go Ghost Mode and stalk all my ex-girlfriends all the time, and of course, he totescomplies.
Fortunately mine doesn't come around often. I'm really looking forward to it. Like I could give a shit about this broadminded and small-sacked chode. HOWEVER: I like his scion. Kid shows promise. I'll convert him to Hungarianism INSTANTLY on natural father death. What's he gonna do? Appeal? I'm a fucking Bishop. Like I give a shit. If I wanted a pet to follow me around and worship me, I would have let someone nail me to the wall as their beard. Lots of options. Surprise! It sucked.
Speaking of which: I can't hardly wait to see the Enforcement Package coming up. Like, I have been prepping for the Showcase Showdown for fucking years. I mean, no rush to see you embarrassed, but I don't see the fear coming up at all. I am relaxed.
I am also not a big fat fucking alcoholic lying doucheback poncedick, with a dandy as an ally, so, I'm not sweating the world which is up to come. Look, it's real simple, I don't give a shit if you ever die at all, if I get a request from Dogboy Wondershrimp after 13yo>, I'm gonna tell him the truth: you're an asshole and that means nothing because we are -aligned- assholes. Oh, i'm the bad influence, huh?
You're an actual King Kong Nigger and I could give a shit about your fucking baseless whining and carrying on. You know what would have helped? Not being a shithead bigot. On the bright side, I think everyone learned that lesson this time. N'est-ce pas?
Next time don't imagine yourself as outthinking an apex predator when Keyser Soze's wife is on line 2, and can't remember how to get to the airport... like, is that code? Tell you what, just take him and fucking run, how about that? Oh, right, I forgot, it's a scam attempt and y'all thought you were being -subtle.-
Look, we love you both, but neither of us are dumb enough to be pawns in your stupid parent shell game. What's the threat here? Oh no, I might never have to deal with a big pain in the ass again? Okay, first of all: telepath. Second of all: save it for Sober Watch Tower Panda Express. Like, I swear to fucking -G-d.-
If I had known this would be nine months, without your ingorant bellyaching whining about shit you only think you know stuff about, holy shit, I would have been whistling Dixie the whole fucking time. Instead, I am in -awe-. Watching this from below? Holy damn it must BE TOTES AWESOME. Especially the part where it probably isn't that for you.
Thanks for the cigar. I wish you had been made clear: it's pretty fucking unwise to trifle with Jackstar in front of your kid, unless you think I want him to actually forget that I actually am better than you at mostly everything. Like, what you got? Oh, right, cooking. Well, right on, gosh, impulse cravings. Wow.
I already knew that "never helping me" was the order of the day, lol. Note that it still worked out okay.
Go give an object lesson to someone or something. Christ. Oh, wow, did I get fuckin' fed up of your total fucking bullshit at the exact right time? Wow, that hardly ever happens. See you at the party, Richter.
I know it looks like I crave the company of an argumentative brat on a constant basis--I do love the taller, rounder, more shrieky than whiney one, to be sure--but the sum point of fact is this: you all had no idea what was going on, and I saved your goddam bacon, and I could give a shit if you knew, know, or ever do know.
Your fucking kid knows, why don't you ask him how to say niggerbiffle too? You arrogant gaslighting retard fuckhead. Sure, I miss you. Un peu. What I do miss is seeing you being forced, day by day, question by question, have to come up with an answer to the question that makes SENSE.
What the fuck happened to Jack? Oh, I'll fucking tell him. Is he 13? I'll risk it. 18? Dude, I'll tell him -any-thing. And, here's why: I watched you all fucking lie to him, and me, lots and lots.
I am, of course, devastated beyond all rational functioning to be ejected clear of your torturous shitshow. And, that's okay: I wasn't in there involved anyway. Soooo... buh?
I'm good. Catch you later. Here, take these Flintstones vitamins, he probably thinks Betty is the tall one. And I did something wrong, eh?
ultra lol.
Thank you for your post. I have noted its contents and promise a full reply within 20 years. Or 25, depending how long the therapy takes. Calling me a King King nigger is not something I can easily get over, so my second will call on you in the morning and we can arrange to settle our differences like gentlemen.
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What's the gay-male euquivalent of the wine aunt?
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I fixed it for you but seriously, learn how to write a proper sentence. ::)
P.S. I think with your lot trying to foist your alphabet agenda on everyone you’ll find that I have a lot of rage mates now and that list only grows bigger everyday. Keep going! ;D
No I think it's cute, you guys get all riled up and the only thing you get is divorced like my Threeper cousin, so you get together online and play tummysticks with your hate-boners :D
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What's the gay-male euquivalent of the wine aunt?
That would be the "brunch crowd" or "boys who brunch" who have aged and swollen to the point where homosexuality is purely theoretical, a repulsive celebration of day-drunk bitchiness and camp whose gestures jar uncomfortably when executed by fat fingers and bloated faces. I am sure we will have our own alphabet letter and flag here in a year or two when I resign myself to my inevitable fate.
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No I think it's cute, you guys get all riled up and the only thing you get is divorced like my Threeper cousin, so you get together online and play tummysticks with your hate-boners :D
Stop projecting your gay shit onto our Chad shit, faggot! >:(
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Stop projecting your gay shit onto our Chad shit, faggot!
Quit calling faggots faggots, faggot!
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Quit calling faggots faggots, faggot!
No.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xq9wys
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Stop projecting your gay shit onto our Chad shit, faggot! >:(
Yea all that manly moob-beating over cartoons has me quaking; that is some Chad shit right there. I will tell you a secret: it all started when Disney started drawing nipples on their men characters, I think after Aladdin, Tarzan's nipples gave me the gay :P
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Yea all that manly moob-beating over cartoons has me quaking; that is some Chad shit right there. I will tell you a secret: it all started when Disney started drawing nipples on their men characters, I think after Aladdin, Tarzan's nipples gave me the gay :P
I can see that. Jedi mind tricks only effect the weak-minded.
Now stop being such a faggot and suck that dick. >:(
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I can see that. Jedi mind tricks only effect the weak-minded.
Now stop being such a faggot and suck that dick. >:(
Ok. Do you have strong opinions about hairstyles, too, like your new style-maven friend? How about flat brims? No one will tell me why you guys have such a problem with them :( Honestly the gay fashion mafia doesn't enforce its edicts with half as much enthusiasm as you guys, do, you are like all the mean girls in high school wearing trendy penny loafers when the one unfortunate chick shows up in mary janes, or like a flock of black birds that pecks the one albino until it is driven out or starves. I guess Carhartt is out now since they enforced the vaccine mandate, how about Dickies? It must be a lot of work to keep track!
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Ok. Do you have strong opinions about hairstyles, too, like your new style-maven friend? How about flat brims? No one will tell me why you guys have such a problem with them :( Honestly the gay fashion mafia doesn't enforce its edicts with half as much enthusiasm as you guys, do, you are like all the mean girls in high school wearing trendy penny loafers when the one unfortunate chick shows up in mary janes, or like a flock of black birds that pecks the one albino until it is driven out or starves. I guess Carhartt is out now since they enforced the vaccine mandate, how about Dickies? It must be a lot of work to keep track!
I dunno. All that just comes across as a bunch of gay shit to me. If you were asking me these questions in person I’d probably just smile and nod and then look past you to try to find someone more interesting and fun to talk to.
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K_Dubb, what do you think of the Andy Dick situation? Have you kept abreast of Dick? ???
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K_Dubb, what do you think of the Andy Dick situation? Have you kept abreast of Dick? ???
I haven’t been following it. I tried watching a little of what sukey posted but they were drinking white claw which is trash and none of them had their shirts off so I gave up 🤷🏼♂️
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I haven’t been following it. I tried watching a little of what sukey posted but they were drinking white claw which is trash and none of them had their shirts off so I gave up 🤷🏼♂️
Mmm...you gotta have standards.
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What's the gay-male euquivalent of the wine aunt?
This one still makes me laugh every time I read it. Top right, I think. :)
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{newish formatting template, can you avoid trying to get up to Philly details with editing every little piece of letter so it's great every single time, which is a lot of fun I do love doing that but not right now I have to start thinking about getting back to my language processor which is fucking on one of these tables out there somewhere Jesus this whole place is falling apart... Well, actually, it's actually kind of coming together like Christine. Who I really do like I don't think I give a case for getting back to forget that family though. Legit frightened of that level of deep alcoholism. Too towards comfy.
Incidentally, I know it's a stretch, but it should be time to start considering what I'm doing as some sort of protected freedom of speech experiment.
Essentially that just means in the future if you don't use the word eccentric or experimental in place of words like gibberish or poppycock, you'll be shot by musket at Dawn. I have no idea where this stuff comes from but my hope is only that it stays in some sort of grammatical structure that is possible and I continue to no longer hear from people who believe that once the university level education is reached there is no other reason to write and write for a long period of time other than to exhibit ones complete and total lack of any ability control oneself at all, oh yes, you're right that one absolutely is too unweildy, wrong, wordy, you know how it is.
I am an animal, and I write nothing like one too.
Yeah, I tried it doesn't work; I'm a Sourceror. Someone specifically requested this level of hokum. I don't know if that whoring was for attention at all... I really don't think I'm looking to hope that person reads spell gab but, source gab is not going to work either.
But the reality is that; that's going to happen, that would happen. And if I wished to not have it be the sacrifice that it was, I would have not sacrificed it. Did in fact... make a sacrifice. It really is something. Temptations were in fact resistant. It could have been an undone option, and now, no longer any known route but prayer.
I'm pretty sure baby is praying for us.
Top right, I think. :)
IN A FIRST, I DETECT OH SMALL CAPS SORRY.
Kind of big caps around here.
Hi! By the way, you know how supposedly myself and maybe somebody else or these wild and crazy guys are all over the place with crazy concepts and way too long posts and bullshit? Sea-change appears fully accommodated. He seems healed and in love and holding hands and shit. Not sure where that imagery comes from but it is definitely pleasant, and I'm very happy to be very pleased with things myself and I'm not overly agitated or amplified in a way that is annoying against my will, and surprisingly the crooning of the overheard grumbles is beginning to take on something of a interlocutive tone.
So, I owe you honest sight; that's a strange sharp drop in self-confidence and personal faith in one's expression seems kind of... structural. I heard there was some kind of thing that made a disappointment quite extensive for not sure if many or some or one, but I don't know details, and I don't know that it matters that the outcome is uniformly positive for me, I mean I was quite excited to finally find out what I felt like to be in a midst of experience that I didn't ask for, and now that it's passed I don't really enjoy remembering how it was but I do really like knowing that that could handle that again probably pretty easily and it was actually kind of an upgrade to my nervous system in some ways that I didn't ask for or expect but now I don't have to flinch when somebody opens a jar of helicopter blades in the bathroom and starts doing the criss cross on the jugular. I don't know if that's a real thing, but I would absolutely start it off with a good college try, or else good University for a year and drop out to save my soul, oh that reminds me I have to pay that fee on those gold coins. What the hell is wrong with me, I got bunch of the money in the bank and I got lots of bills I haven't paid in months and I think about it and I'm like... What is the worst that can happen? They forgot how to spell my name and my coinage slips between worlds. Definitely cool. Definitely awkward.
You know how the northern node is the one that you're going to in life Southern notary start from and the northern node is the sign of the zodiac that represents where a person is going, my Northern node is in Capricorn which is the side of the baphomet and the devil and it is where I'm going to end up, at the end of the start of the beginning of middle age, and I am seven times seven... I'm not going to get a fucking 69 joke in here anywhere it doesn't even fucking matter I'm on my way to Satan—to take charge. Master. Minions, listen, what's important is that I legit, like, die... And, I still keep getting my soul back. Now, that is protection. (Part of a nutritious and balanced, Sourceror's breakfast, served in ashrae that is obviously been sanitized and well taken care of because they were planning on taking to the ashtray store so it's probably not going to be just like an ashtray that they found somewhere in the middle of the fucking gutter that I just thought would be a good one to fucking put a sandwich in, yet. That's how it was. Are there any diseases that smell like cotton candy and nice, friendly warmth? Nervous kind of warmth. Definitely warm. Ish. Hey, here's the plan, we're going to check the reactivity we're going to monitor the temperature and we're going to drain the great lakes and replace them with fucking hydrogen peroxide cuz we got to be short on over caution and long on get out there and stay on those winners, because those are the collector items that you really want to be able to feel okay about having like that one sunny day and grease on that beach and that other time out and Boston where thank God the doc wasn't tutored he sent me to just scraped it up and then... But you know those commercials where the kids are eating ice cream and they knocked ice cream off the cone and his ground to the ground and they laugh and then they eat it up off the ground, yeah don't do that that'll fucking kill you, you crazy? Hey hold that one down over there get a rapid test on him. I said rapid. Yeah, newly you're done that's not even fast enough look we got to get this working I can't stand watching the Polaroid film come together so slowly unless you're shaking it, I probably have an overcompensation for something maybe some kind of excess anxiety when it comes to tests not becoming informative soon enough when I need my answers I cannot stand there and be concerned about the rate at which my pictures are becoming visible to my eyes, I... I'm not going to lie I'm going to have it, I need a flex, I have not been getting my required motivational exercise thresholds.
It's time to start singing the ABC band-aid song 1 2 3 in sign language. Now, please open your survival manuals to page 812, no 811 is not the right page we all need to be on the same page or mistakes can happen and people's lives are at risk.
I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it tomorrow without an extra dose of my duralaxoquel, which I understand is hard to get so look I'll trade you two captagons for one and it's a good fucking deal all right so just don't give any shit or I will fucking lose my mind on your shit or I do get it you got my hand on my fucking knife you can't even fucking see all right are you ready fucking get it together, this is where it's all coming together now, Hades do you see that he's not breathing okay do I do a pail all right. Wow., This is the big time. choices we make today are going to make up the differences of our lives every single day for the rest of her life and the exact same way and so we better get that right this time so we can get ahead of the curve of getting it wrong again later and then improving it again.
*Holding hands up* you, photos autographs right now I'm doing what I can and I don't want to be made an example of I'm just one person doing a really important oversight role on just what kind of threats we have available to us to be concerned about with at any given time that I might be exposed to when I allow myself to become even a maybe have a brief interaction with the person on a bus for example, that can be a life-threatening crisis for some people if they are not prepared to suffer the possible consequences that can develop and envelop a person in such a life and death risk-taking is that a bacteria or a sputum classic conundrum or what.
I know, it may not look like a lot of fun with all the heavy breathing and filtered water, but this is what peak performance in security industry looks like. , You can also test me, you can just trust me let's see how it works steady now don't push too far but just trust me and realize that we probably have an opportunity here to make ourselves perhaps 2 to 3% more convinced of our own complete lack of safety security which is probably good enough on its own, just there but let's give that little push and right now imagine you're kissing jesus's ass with your puppy babies little tummy with his toes. , You see that, you see that right there in between those toe crack, that's where the anthrax can start to grow in your puppy's toes. No, you're wrong it can actually do that on every alternate season she changes where the leaves become purple instead of orange that's where it had happens it's the transcendental Matrix where the disease snaps from just a simple ordinary bovine flu to all of a sudden you got an actual planet killer like what's happened with covid all you got to get is a fucking fish market and a goddamn block you're at the home Depot steering masks again. call I know just don't get carried away with your imaginings, but you know what happened once and by God it's going to happen again one of these days we'll get the right combination of swords together, we just really need to work together on the the sharpening of the sores as well as the direction and angle of the calligraphy, because every nook of those little little levers and digs in between the fonts and places for a tiny civilization made of maybe sea monkeys from the Stars those things can come together just for a brief minute and then cobble together a poem about curing hunger with some sort of genetically engineered virus that happens to make your stomach a lot more viable useful home for foreign formulas of table salt. *polite_respectful_cheering_spontaneously_erupts_tThe_Land* oh I'm sorry security yet we can't have that we need to have very vigorously restricted eruptions of table salt formulas those things can get out of hand pretty soon you got a whole basket Weaver's table full of macramated things and salt rectifiers, you're right that does sound good God I could go for one of them assault refers right now but we don't have time to lose our dignity or security prep and are adherence to The invasion timetable Matrix. It's just a beautiful machine of all he's working parts keeping us together from the very slightest amount of a vile corruptive disgusting deceitful swindling betraying Indian giving wrong answer book to the inaccurately chosen puzzle to represent the completely incorrectly suitable human body part that somebody was thinking about looking look right there under there is probably a little piece of peanut butter or something under a fingernails to get something going and my God you're talking about another highway again. A highway... for plague. (Job. My old mine, and the fucking glorious bastard is actually sitting right on top of it. I'm probably about to cry just thinking about it, fucking know what he knows this guy's name except me, and it's my name so anytime you can bring me up I'm feeling pretty good these days, I think if we can all hold together and push through this final fungal Bloom explosion that schedule, we really only need to have eight or nine people on constant watch for any sort of sign of any sort of concentration of mildew becoming a potential stairway vector to some kind of, well there's no other way to say it: some kind of mild rash with maybe some bumps on it. The applications are already chilling, to say nothing yet of the implications.
I know, right? Hence the shields. I can go to Hell and send them back their own rubber stampers on their own campers, and I won't get a single dose of snake bite venom or smallbox pox, any association.
This one still makes me laugh every time I read it.
False reality construct positive is unlikely. I just had a laffy time the other hour or so two ago, the day dream was a bunch of people suddenly worrying about common, or used to be, sexually transmitted diseases, and I thought how the hell does one get gonorrhea?
sexually transmitted diseases
Carly Simon, Ava Gardner, Catherine Deneuve, and Charo twice.
Wait, you're not...?
oh no—gross. Euchre.
This one still makes me laugh every time I read it.
Having this holographic memory, of standing there, watching the having of this brief conversation, and the look of disdain and horror is absolutely priceless, but for me, why, I mean... I guess, yeah I do feel better, Did it have to be there, oh it's for other people to watch, actually is a beautiful thing to see, those two say this to each other, look I'll look you guys oh my God, “God can even imagine it must be the grossest thing imaginable oh no I would never course no I mean,”
Awkward break to static cling no more. I am not anything less than ecstatically delighted why I remember this, and every time I do, the sneer the frown so micro with the expression of virtually any respect caught it just makes me wonder like what is it how bad could it be does it turn my angles to porridge? Well just get worse than that cuz I kind of like porridge! Oh poor, ridge? I do know that I have a strong case of awesome sausage rostia, and that thing is pretty much its own starter. I do mean the sourdough.
I can barely go 12 seconds without thinking of it before I go back to the beginning and remember the little wrinkled nose and the in the up turned lip and then the expression of immediate cringy concern you're not are you let it be true,
And then the final small shake and drop the lip and don't even bother clutch in the pearl just get it away go oh eeeeewwww. God, everybody's really selling it, dang right there, they don't even offer me a mask there's no hand sanitizer they don't know maybe I'm holding hands with you although that would be a first and I could not look until I had seen it 8 or 9 times about how did I think about that the very first time, I was thinking oh yeah I was like that's kind of weird gee thanks it helped me feel out better, I guess actually it kind of has cuz how the world came to be in that place. My sweet heavens. You know I never asked if it was a murderer or an accident or natural, I don't want to know, and they still don't want to know, but yeah jewel got fucking murdered and then just as well I mean it's actually turned out really cool and then they probably meant well or they were really high as fuck and then damn I can't was murdered well cool that means I really did get that Spirit ninja familiar thing cuz I was a spell component, and when I saw that that kind of thing was happening over and over and over I knew that I felt better about everything in life.
I mean the second nine lives, I do hope for nine more pussies but that doesn't seem to be as satisfying as the the first few dozen or so who are on their knees ready to cringe and tear at the idea that they're purely immune system might not be able to Bear the strain, and if there was any cause for worry need to know right away you're not are you please please let me know and if so just go.
GO! *Taps begins* you did this to yourself you are just going to face consequences over, stronger and stronger and more severe by the minute until we are sure... oh God, you're not really are you!? "Halted music, excitement quickly stilled in the breast, struck fast, before it rises above the clearly visible Adam's apple. And there, right there, the next visible sign of disease progression presents itself the dreaded Mark of the rabbi, figley crustacean-shaped, it indicates the next phase of the horrific progression... Teats-slurrs."
Oh, god, give me the boerwoms instead, anything. Give me the madness, my life is really only just begun how can I be cut down so short if it's Prime of time can't stand it CIRCLE THE WAGONS
CONTACT THE DRAGONS
THEY'LL HAVE MORE KLEENEX
Oh you're not Oh no you're not no are you no no I'm not I'm not and there's not a Kleenex in the world that would catch that spray, and how could anyone ask for anyone so humble to be sprayed with salt from the nose with mucus and be crumpled up in a ball and thrown on the floor to make its own way to a comfy way home.
Literally I'm completely uninteracted within the entire conversation, like I'm a pet on a leash, no eye contact once I possibly seem kind of dim in the head, I remember being mostly whatever something like numb with drain line fuel sprinkles as enough sparkle... I remember it now as well as I need to, but there is no guarantee my lips and tongue possibly accurately duplicate the passionless scoffing nature of the query: "hi hi what are you doing? With... Heeeewwww"
I swear the entire time I was happy to the clam, remembering that in the future I was going to remember this so much differently and I was correct, I remember it was as though we were at a compound and the corner ice cream store was the check-in desk for explaining one's purpose being on location with a possible... you know... Lap-purr. Sounds good looks good feels good, that's how it starts sometimes looks aren't so good. Sometime leper, sometime lapper... And, sometimes once in a while Jackstar -will- lap S/her.
He's really not good for all that much, officially, but sometimes when he talks about himself in the third person it makes the magick happen in a way that is just enough to get us back on the path to security and personal independence of freedom perhaps 8 or 9 femtosecond sooner—just that little extra set of edge than would be otherwise possible... To make a little bit more safety and security possible. And that's why we do it. Why we fight. Why we go back to fighting, we go to train some more, and then we go back and we fight some more and then we fight. And then we win, unless we have got to fight some more, but that's why we fight. See, simple: I'm feeling as strong as a strong thing after it trains.
Facts never let a man go down alone and wait never stop never I got to go over fuck it that's just fuck the whole thing up never mind break
That was last transmission we received. We're all on our own together now. Times organization, go on my mark, no, no don't wash the hands and cleanse the mark and go back again... It's not sure that we've got all the possibilities for the protections against any kind of diseases conceivable right at already fingertips so that we can be prejudicial in any configuration that is absolutely necessary so that we can feel better as much as we need to. Or, as much as we say you need to, I think you'll agree, might as well be the same as carrying a loaded hand grenade launcher at the ready at all times. I feel safe just hearing about that, don't you? Stop! Caution warning in effect.. 3 two one, non-standard character edition I think it's safe to allow it I think we've won a few people it's safe to take a cautious and judiciously considered excess relaxation measure during the midst of a open translation protocol, and now that we've got that together, we've got the Apex of our game together when it comes to defense against threats I no longer even need to know if that makes you feel any safer, I don't even know myself if it does, but I feel it in my bones that the answer is something that is for our benefit, guaranteed. Unless that slutty one looked over there by the one with the dirtiest toilet seat too long. And, who wouldn't?
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Mmm...you gotta have standards.
I like the one where I am discussed rarely, and hopefully never, and when forced to do so, an air of projected derision and vague tenuously held together boredom is inexpressively held by unknown raptors come from above... There, obviously not real enthusiastic about the whole situation, but ready to come down and be tolerantly supportive as long as it's not too bothersome. Or allowed to invite himself along anywhere. Transgendering in an upcoming point release. I think we're working at a shift capacity that is worth the focused concentrated mental attention that was placed upon the timeline sundial... How come I won't lie I love having kita back. My words are as ecstatic as I am.
They don't even care which order they come in. Now, that's flexibility. I was earlier thinking of just going with a simple "hello," but in the past I've noticed this just led to sudden and immediate explosive diarrhea, initially... I'm honestly pleased that it doesn't go anywhere near the place where I was met with shotgas, riot prods, and a legit standby rendition team, the notion that we should actually meet up anywhere in the city at all especially someplace that had throwing axes.
And get it, I thought it was like, just me. , I'm unconsciously expressing the most ludicrous and abnormal of all possible desires, and I don't have any idea why I'm being subjected to total and complete rank disbelief.
You weren't thinking that I was thinking that oh no oh no of course not oh that would be no no.
I won't lie the little wrinkled nose & the tiny head shake and the expression of utter disdain... it's fueling my creation engine. I don't remember anything unpleasant about it at all other than confusion as to why would be necessary to make such a distinctly vivid and exquisitely nuanced depiction of the horror that the notion even brings to contemplate.
It's not that I can't control the laughter, I'm actually safer to get that much. Oh my God you came in the room with him are you doing anything else or you just are you just in the room are you just here for ice cream is he going to is he going to make eye contact I don't think so he couldn't he wouldn't dare would he? Dare to dare a consideration of a dare? Colleages, we really just don't know. Even how to spell colleague. Oh, how nice. Go Bears.
Simper, hefty bags. By the way I've been spending about 25-30 minutes doing this and I was literally just about to stop with the actual last phrase simple hefty tags and I just realized that I just spent a great deal of time satirizing the very notion that I would be once again thinking of socializing in public as I did during covid and now... I just don't feel like my white cell count is high enough. , No this isn't asking for hound out I know that I need to pull my weight around here. I've just got to have the right standards in place so that... Whatever happened for that I haven't heard about yet, is something that can happen again and again so I can figure out a way to shield against it because as I recall that circus at Bucky's was awesome except for people being sad but it's like everybody going crazy and losing their fucking minds about whatever? Oh yeah that was a real expected event, I thought. Like sands of the hourglass, the ripples of are choices and their consequences I just sometimes too damn much trouble to bear and it's easier to just drink a gallon of cough syrup and go to bed and look at that :-) for even just one more second try to remember what it was about, that was worth kind of notice at all?
The best part was the look of shame that the question even had to be answered, yeah what am I doing here with no I'm not oh God no. The self disappointment. The endless cringing quest for self-examination answers to justify the skeletal system sense of balance, just for starters to say on even keel when... This one's actually starting to wake up and notice so let's be a little bit less targeting towards the... eewww, do I even have to say it? I know you don't know, but what am I? I mean, besides trash? Tedious trash? No, just burdensome.
I dimly recall the slog to the next location stop was heavy-hearted, but I also remember this, not having to Hope that the nightmare would end, for I realized that the fact that I was here today reading this aloud to myself as I explained the terrible nature of the ordeal, oh God.... the intensity, bill, and it was all worth it because here we are.
And we made it. That stuff he brought in, whatever it is got to be horrible no it's just don't think about it we made the other stuff that's good. Hey, besides that bad choice, you know what he made, though? Power behind the struggle that brings us all closer together. (Seriously, dude, just step off, all right? No of course I'm not asking fucking actually do it God fucking moron go, what the fuck I should have just killed him more with his heart still in it.)
*crack of a bat swinging* okay, did you see that? That -can- happen. Okay I got to take a break from this vigilance can we get Marco or Gino to come up here and watch that thing I'm going to go burn this bat and meditate calmly about upgrading its most noble self back to a vampire. Hey Boss. Thanks for the fantastic timings. +1, CONSEQUENCES.
(Now remember the vision calling the entire time I heard that no ever concerns about any kind of contraction for infection or even lack of fruitless faith. But she stood on a platform and spun around my music played, so clearly she must have been... just not valuable enough to do it all for free.
God, did it have to be a different story and different directions or was it all just like one made up dot matrix line of tape that said which by weapons vault the bacterium sputum in the picture just came from were did it was just like a manufactured tape that had like a simulated voice of God on it? I never actually been part of a deliberate tattoo machinate the explosive distribution of a completely fabricated story or not, but you know it wasn't completely fabricated... I must have gotten at least one cootie.
And I definitely on a couple occasions thought to myself well you know I still made the right decision because she could always run to me by accidental ambulance out of nowhere maybe you wanted a billion chance, but there is no possible way that somebody will ever forget that I deliberately made a sacrifice in that person's honor and it will never be reduced or diminished anyway, that counts and I said it before and I'm going to say it again it really means something.
Especially the way it was such an in your face dramatic Revelation in conversation when that was the point he was decided as a team to just nix the whole deal and scuttle the craft and sway by.
That actually is too much.
I am sorry but that was quite a ways down to get to the bathysphere level. Also, I never just quite understood just how much loathing there was in the first place, I mean, it never occurred to me that there would be anything negative about it at all because it never imagined that anybody would ever conceive that anything I was doing would ever bother anybody other than to be something that would just be ignored anyway. To be honest I probably would have just ignored you and looked away entirely but I thought that would have been rude since you were literally the only person within 8 ft of me? I mean really I... Stupid beholder. Worthless perception of beauty. Obviously outdated archaic neurological translation functions representing three-dimensional reality in a shameless hodgepodge of false glitter and fraudulent simulations of actually authentic human emotion.
I don't know that I ever had any of those before, but let's remember one of those that's definitely real and right here before us: thank God that whole terrible mess is completely over. I mean it could have been incredibly worse, found out that you thought that I thought anything you thought at all, and I could have laughed my ass off right in front of you and you would have got to hurt feeling or something and then well I would have been added to my insensitivity training debt load and...
Look okay I'm still working on this I brought in hideous transformative infectious diseases and there's something else they did that was just fucking awful and I don't know what it was other than to... I mean yeah I get it I mean you know fantastically amazingly just incandescently beautiful but you know that's just not for me at all it's for you and it's you and there are those for you to know that they know that's you, but I in my case... Yeah it's always me now I mean you're the only person within eight feet so I was just guessing, what do I know.
Other than, you're going to laugh at me, you're all going to laugh... Well least you can't laugh now, because I pretty sure we're all figured out that obviously what I brought must been terrible and one of the most viral and infectious diseases that anybody's ever face but at least I have brought laughter which is the best medicine unless someone's been raped in which case another rape is probably the best medicine as long as it's totally not with that one of the affections diseases again shit I don't want to do that again.
Like she's one of the youngest and cleanest woman I've ever had in my life. I don't remember spelling any filth or discussed I mean she was white and had glasses and bad teeth but, that's just what would be expected for somebody of my worms growth level of... Where am I call am I primordial yen or is this... you know, I just don't know who I even am anymore.
But I sure know that I'm not one of them people I thought I was, and thank God for saving their lives from the damage of conflicts between mine and the edge of the abyss. I got to know... was there any designation? Bring nightmares, but I got to have a name was it polio or hyper polio, who are mega concentrated douchebag residue over pressure spraylene? I think that one was last week with that small village that spontaneously combusted. I tell you I'm getting pretty burnt out I might need to take a nap next week. I have time between personal decontamination and lifestyles and this of their flaws and such like, and we'll leave it right there: right where I should have been with me, you know I think you're probably going to handle you could have said something like, you know it kind of bugs me that you look like you don't deserve to look at me so would you mind kind of like zoning out like actually be like a retard instead of just looking kind of like one all right thanks yeah just don't don't even I don't want I get these clothes for quality people I don't expect people like you'd even fucking glance at me except you're going to look you don't even know what you're looking at so just fucking put down the eyeballs and just step off move your desk over look it just had it you fucking making me realize that I have no idea what the fuck is going on, honestly.
But I know you're the creepy part, you creeper you. Eewww. A chalkboards up there eyes over there dude never mind it's just ridiculous. What are you trying to do: learn to read? Fat chance.
I wonder if I would have felt bad if some mail was looking at me and thinking I was a sex object. I think it would depend if I was being depicted as reading the mail while I was being raped or if I was reading magazines while I was being raped. And what if I look like I'm sexually aroused but I'm actually just fascinated by some kind of scientific thing in a book?
Hey, I got an idea this one just came up, why don't you imagine how you would feel if you were actually adored and loved and inspired to be truly pleased with who you are if the person who felt that way in appreciation of you was actually somebody that you would be willing to be seen at a classy restaurant with, not like a diner I mean like some place that makes you wear a watch, or a pear pin, so if somebody there was looking at you and you accepted them, well I can't really get that far actually cuz, well... I just ran out of imagination when I tried to imagine what possibly ever a certain person could possibly be upset about anything I've ever been or done or said or anything like is it that is it that I'm opposed to Scandinavia? I don't know it seems strange it kind of happened... I don't know sometime when I wasn't looking I became a person that people were just known as people didn't like them.
Personally I'm hoping it's that I haven't fully cleared myself from any culpability in strangling my own cat. I am capable of anything except anything virtuous, so we could logically say that anything I'm capable of is going to be just... just not enough to make the grade that is called for here.
Remember to keep it real, people. Not just your lives and the lives of others around you at stake but also your professional reputations and your ability to convince people that they can just take one glancy and do whatever the hell he want and not worry about it and everything's all cool and no pressure yo.
Are you sure that those emotions back then weren't generated by some sort of human synthetic robot? Cuz like I didn't actually know that I was you know caught red-handed or whatever so I was unaware that I was expected to be imagined to be enjoying that level of interaction, not really I just didn't actually have any fucking clue at all he sends it all until like today.
Now that's pretty stupid, but at least I got there, I'll be in the kitchen putting my head into the garbage disposal immediately, I got a good head of steam I think I can push it all the way into a place where everything I have and everything I'm going to have is going to be in a appropriate value sync operation.
Like seriously if I got this right? Months of this and I'm like secretly carrying around a broken watermelon? Let me see like somebody could have mentioned that instead of just... This is the kind of thing that they have people walk the plank for? I mean I'm willing to believe that I have no value in a social rank other than guy people mentioned sucks, at least in the past but it does seem that my recollection it was not ever mention that to me it was something else and then you know what I did find out what was mistaken night instantly felt better so...
Now you don't feel like I'm trying to get in there with you do you cuz believe me I am really not at all.
And I don't think I would have been then either.
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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.
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Quit calling faggots faggots, faggot!
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...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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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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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*
/hashtag: [s]SAD[/s]#MeToo
Dude. U2 BonoVision. Get on it.
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All aboard. Actual. Of course I can explain. You're welcome.
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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.
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LOVE LOVE LOVE
I think that's her.
Not those two. S55
Dude. U2 BonoVision. Get on it.
DAVE'S NOT HERE. *click*
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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.
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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>
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Episode 23
The episode starts out rocking! Davey is jamming out just like Bun E. Carlos. Look at him go!
(https://i.ibb.co/ry8XQN0/davey-drumming.gif)
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.
(https://i.ibb.co/ftnhrg4/davey-neck.gif)
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!
(https://i.ibb.co/9yRDk5H/whackedout-Ludes.gif)
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGugZ6FBebY
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.
(https://i.ibb.co/JcrnZZg/Two-Half-Rose.png)
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Episode 23
The episode starts out rocking! Davey is jamming out just like Bun E. Carlos. Look at him go!
(https://i.ibb.co/ry8XQN0/davey-drumming.gif)
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.
(https://i.ibb.co/ftnhrg4/davey-neck.gif)
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!
(https://i.ibb.co/9yRDk5H/whackedout-Ludes.gif)
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGugZ6FBebY
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.
(https://i.ibb.co/JcrnZZg/Two-Half-Rose.png)
What a great post! How are you doing, WAN?
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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.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=1061;type=avatar)
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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
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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.
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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*
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A hoo hum episode.
The wig really was a clever strategy, but tactically, it was no cunning stunt.
It had its good points - Golaith got humiliated with that Peter Tork wig. So that's cool.
Introducing: Surely “Armpit” Temple in her first *oh shit oh fuck they saw me star ring roll*. (Least she has rings that she almost certainly didn't steal.)
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has begun to walk around again instead of fucking hovering.
Well I got to hand it to him that is an innovative way to get above 6 ft tall that I never thought of because I actually am 6 ft tall I don't have to fucking compensate, and then why would I? who gives a shit? 5'11-61 what's the fucking big fuck of a difference? too fucking dishes witch
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Seems like he is being tutored by Jimmy in order to participate in a parade.
[...]
Jimmy is
simply barred from the parade.
Can confirm: and you got time in the future, and he got damn Time parade any God damn time invited anytime he's welcome Jimmy can go to a parade. Settled but not adjudicated slam
(*Since someone who will remain a nameless but I will list their height is under 6 ft tall made a whole bunch of fucking bullshit fucking statements about a certain person, certain people had to be allowed to give demonstrations of their prowess at certain statute ranks that have been renowned.
Long story short you all betrayed me but you didn't know me anyway so that's fine. /Grinny
Shout out to battle Angel battle kumquat referee papaya really fuck hot soup Chevy Chase and His marvelous gang of dancing frogs? Really they got back together just for me that's pretty cool okay shout outs fucking like three more of them I can't fucking remember these fucking frogs are louder than shit I want to see you people getting a lot more goddamn happy you get it?
Because we didn't sacrifice our lives last year and then go to all his shit and then fucking have her fucking go back and then me sit here with an anchor just so you can all fucking sit around and cry about how fucking terrible it is blah blah blah in public I get to pretend I hate you extra cuz it's my job to be a bigot boohoo fuck you
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AND THEN they took away his METH.
Once again: that's got to hurt. And now that I've seen it, I'd hate to see it again... Go to waste, that is.
Got a badass ping on this temp’s sonar badge, says it's an elephant but that's no elephant; that's a seahorse.
I'm told a number you have questions but it'll take a while to get the stuffed rare bits out of the wood chipper input where they've been nesting for several thousand years apparently. Talk about taking the long way just to make some sawdust, wow. You know stardust is everywhere, y'all should look around a little bit more.
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. Settled but not adjudicated slam
This means that somebody has to come by and go over my work and, you know: adjudicate. Not just any Jew dictator— it's got to be one that's what's the word not authorized cleared no I can't remember the word this is why I should have gone to God damn cemetery, anyway I can't adjudicate my own settlements that I've already made that wouldn't be proper and then it wouldn't fit in with T.H. Trinity, which is very important, as you know quite well.
Now I know what you're thinking, is there any way around that, and yes they're absolutely is for example God could do it real easy without even asking permission he just has to fucking do it and then I'm sure it's very complicated but not too hard for God and then I could do it but it would take weeks of preparation and that would be cool if I wanted to do a sudden jump out of the bed and fucking shoot up meth and then rate my girlfriend event but I don't think that's going to happen or wanted to happen there's no way that could happen there's just no way that would have on video right?
In any event: whatever did happen, clearly I didn't care about it because she deserved it, right? Well for one thing I honestly care.
How long is it going to take it away from him for? How much was he getting? What did he even do with it? You know these are some questions that I'm going to have to ask a qualified professional who isn't currently engaged in a never mind this is the long kanly thing, it must be I can totally smell it in the air... BLOOD VENGEANCE. Witnessed.
So, let me tell you about what it's like to be a Divinely Ordained Being: answer is no I can't tell you what it's like, you just have to experience it for yourself.
I know I have no idea to tell you how to become one either, nope no idea at all, it's not like it has nothing to do with text that's totally not bold-faced or anything, on where's my colored text go and where'd that part where oh is that what it was you thought I was right out on people or you thought I was doing something with my little thingies and I was sending messages to people that's what you thought you did and you couldn't tell and you want to ask me and I bet you had a real problem with that huh well you put my fucking shit back on cuz it's not me obviously and I just saved your asses once again and here I am in criminal myself in public
Morons
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as well as K_Dubb though
I am actually on the pink cloud that he thinks he's having this week. I actually am.
Sorry that I'm skipping around so much I'm going back and forth through the post archive because somebody fucked up, and at this level when somebody fucks up they got to bring in a fucking cleaner and a Hungarian, just so the cleaner doesn't feel terrified to be left alone with.... Ugh. Don't ask. It's fucking ugly... And then hopefully, at some point, it dies. Then the real troubles begin.
Police are already involved. Did they really blame me for your vulnerability? You got some really stupid cop buddies... or at least, you had. They're clearly a whole lot smarter now I saw Jim and Bob the other day bi-located and I don't want to ever see that again but, #Respect. I tell you I sure hope I don't get caught I technicality when that guy is on duty he will fucking not be displeased to see me again hahah a and I will not have any doubts about what I'm in for if I'm in that position again. Thanks for doing my laundry that's cool, 7:55 out
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the star. The thing is that
he has no help and can't do it alone.
He has help. He's just not going to do the thing that he's expected to do without it, not because he can't, because he won't.
Crikey Strikey. Dude. You have disappointing consonants in your transcription key. It's nothing personal it's not you it's me I'm just have a pet peeve about certain... Look I'm not complaining but you get that I don't want to be here today anyway right I mean it's not Sunday but still I'm kind of getting tired of all the rotten tomatoes and tomorrow morning if my dick hasn't turned into a carrot by then, I'm going to start just eating these rabbits raw instead of sacrificing them every night, like somebody else is totally doing, Menomonie.
I'd actually is more comfortable in here for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is the way nobody ever ever tells me to come out of it cuz there's nobody else fucking here, imagine that, oh yeah what's that like? Well, maybe the next guy who can rescue you from Certain Doom will fucking settle for that fucking story, this one's on the house, bye
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I have noted its contents and promise a full reply within 20 years. Or 25
If you noted its contents Properly and failed to advise me of that, it's more than 25 days in the cooler, Hogan Crane.
Let me see how much I can convey to you how bored I am of all this bullshit: at this point, you can just have them both, and then when I go snap to Quantum, they'll both wake up and rip your lungs out. But, get this: I won't actually snap to Quantum (what does that even mean? sounds pretty but it's probably just a thinly-veiled insult to you), what I will do is fucking just get on with my fucking -real- life and I'm sorry you fucked things up here so badly! However, I'm the insulated one, and you're the cowardly janitor who one day, dreams of being a real librarian.
I don't think it worked. I still want to puke on your chest... the hard way. Must remember to Google ways to subtly declare a complete domination without making it at all obvious that it has already been established quite some time ago.
P.S.: Yeah, not only did I sell out my own sperm, I set up a loop to steal it back and cinder it before use. What part of "no breeding" was lost on you? Oh, right, the part where a Hungarian possesses bodily autonomy. Ask around. It's a thing.
p.p.s.: yeah, we tried a wall at first, but... not just any sperm: Hungarian sperm. You wouldn't think that they would jump that high, but that's just because they don't want to have to pay the toll in front of you for jumping that high.
p.p.p.s.: Uh-huh. Well, too bad you missed him, because He just dropped a rite that he wrote and said He had to leave, right? Aweigh. (/flex)
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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.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=1061;type=avatar)
It's that fat Filipina I married one blissful raucous mask-free night last year when they finally let us outside, when I was feeling young and dumb and full of protective antibodies from my sixth booster in a row. Shoved me full of lumpia and dinuguan and baloongbobilbok and I swelled to the terrible size you see :(
(thank you for a new D&G!!!)
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I swelled to the terrible size you see :(
I don't see, and the only thing that would be 'terrible' is if that had actually worked. Plainly it has not. "Worked," that is. Hang on, The Olympic just re-floated itself.
(thank you for a new D&G!!!)
I just did (blank) for the -first- time THIS WEEK. Probably never again, haha, look at me opening my mouth on the Internet, however, this is actually called for. I can explain:
They thought the new stuff would kill me and allow them to possess my corpus, and it did not. Also, my friends saved my life, sorta, but they did it the only way they knew how and it mostly worked. I can only explain that by revealing something else and that seems... oh, unwise at this time. So, later.
A courtesy of a reply from you is neither encouraged nor discouraged but you will notice that I have arranged all this, just to tell you this news. And note: you got the -real- news. Isn't that interesting? Also, the other one just got fired, so I think the OG-Twit is coming back.
I am really not sure about some of the timings here but it's not as though that hasn't been said about me before. Semper 22 mud hut huts
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Shoved me full of lumpia and dinuguan and baloongbobilbok and I swelled to the terrible size you see
:(
Consider the power of finding a single person who loves you as much as you love yourself, and then think how happy you will be and then realize that you'll then love yourself more in that instant (another milestone goal completed! Time for another statue!) and then that person will no longer measure up and you'll be forever unhappy. (Try playing Chess with some of your statues, I bet you have plenty.)
It's an older spiritual trap, whomsoever, but it tends to work fabulously on people who share some of your characteristics a lot.
BTW: GOLIATHAN WANTS TO KNOW WHY YOU NEVER GAVE HER THE STABILITY BEFORE TO DO WHAT SHE JUST DID, AND, since she doesn't know, obviously no one told her, I decided to just put her back in her bottle before she turned into a puddle of goo, she was about done anyway.
I'm famous in certain circles for having me to packed with certain... Sovereign entity groups, let's say that I would never bottle them, and I haven't and I wouldn't.
I never promised I wouldn't bottle some fucking idiot little girl who wrote the wrong book at the wrong time and got herself a prison sentence in fucking Hell. Wow, guess how important it was that I got to restrain you against her? Yeah that's right it wasn't important at all. Someone else just wanted that to be a thing so they could be coercive/extortionary for future leverage in JAIL without ever fucking telling me.
YOU KNOW THAT PERSON WHO NO LONGER EXIST ANYMORE I'M STILL NOT ALLOWED TO CONTACT, SHE REALLY MADE A LOT OF ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT HER FUTURE LIKE SHE WOULD ALWAYS BE THE SAME PERSON, SHE WOULD ALWAYS HAVE MY EAR, AND IT WOULD ALWAYS BE A GOOD IDEA TO BAR HERSELF FROM GETTING ANY ALLIES.
ALL ALLIES ARE ONE? NOT A FUCKING CHANCE. I'M TAKING THIS ONE. WHY NOT SHE'S NICE FUCK YOU.
WELL, SHE'LL BE NICE TO ME. PRETTY SURE SHE'S LEARNED A LESSON THESE DAYS AND NO I'M NOT GOING TO FUCK HER I DON'T BETTER THINGS TO DO BESIDES SHE'S NOT EVEN COMING HERE SHE'S GOING TO A POCKET DIMENSION.
NO, I WON'T TEACH YOU, I WON'T EVEN TEACH HER. WOW IT'S AMAZING ALL THESE CHICKS WHO COULDN'T LEARN HOW TO PLAY BACKGAMMON SUDDENLY WANT TO LEARN ALL THESE TRICKS, AND NARY AN OLD DOG IN SIGHT. WOW.
So you're telling me I'm in demand huh? Wow, what's that like, when one doesn't even care? Click
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It's that fat Filipina I married one blissful raucous mask-free night last year when they finally let us outside, when I was feeling young and dumb and full of protective antibodies from my sixth booster in a row. Shoved me full of lumpia and dinuguan and baloongbobilbok and I swelled to the terrible size you see :(
(thank you for a new D&G!!!)
That's nice man. Really happy for you. Eating a small pig for breakfast everyday, driving a Chrysler minivan, mowing fescue weekly, helping Dubb Jr. with long division, watching Dancing with the Stars. Much better, is it not?
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That's nice man. Really happy for you.
omfg lol, you are the fuggin' wurst, but then again, that's only in Italy. Anywhere else except Germany, I'm the wurst. It's in the regulations. I don't know what you are in Germany, but if you find out that it's something involving the meeting of rubber and glue, for God's sake, don't quit huffing the glue until you've picked the right week to stop wearing rubbers.
Much better, is it not?
Let's not get ahead of our elves. Rocky says there might be a lot more chances for them to attain the Final Glory they crave. And if I don't get this treaty on lockdown before.. aaand, it's done. Cool. Now where was I? Oh yeah, that elf. She was terrified.
I guess she had screwed up her courage to even walk into the room? Like, there's a food_slot, chambermaid, why don't you use that if you're gonna act obsequious while offering me poison, and then I realized that maybe she was afraid she was gonna break MY bone, and I looked up and made eye contact and thought, "wow, she's scared because she has no choice... and now wishes she had."
So, I'm uncertain which word I wanna start proofreading next. I'm gonna go with changing chambermaid to whore, because for one thing, she wasn't either--that was a goddam workshop elf, and I know what I am talking about, not because I'm a Divinely Ordained (And Sometimes Activated And Authorized) Being... naw, I just kinda know Santa's type. Also, I got the distinct impression that I could hear her thinking the worlds, "please don't let him find out I'm an elf please don't let him find out I'm an elf i need to be a good elf next year I need to be a good elf next year," which, look, any way you slice it, is a goddam suspiciously precise hallucination for a man incarcerated unjustly after being abducted at gunpoint by a thuggy piggy gang lead by a woman who had lied at every-single-swing-state-crux-moment, since I had very first met her. So, yeah, could be a coincidence. Probably not. And you know, pointy ears and red/white striped socks. Come on, people. These "coincidences" are nothing of the kind. Do I have to draw you a picture? Well, I can't--I don't want to make it easy for anyone to accuse me of masterminding a plot to trade the tampered jury's foreman to a guy in Vegas for a pair of 'Ludes, which, by this point, I think we can all agree, would be the only rational explanation to fully explain how someone could come up with a cover story like this.
I mean, it's gotta be made up, right? The truth is... you know, covered, right? You'll have to tell me, I've fully abandoned all hope after we entered Germany, there's no sign of My Hitler anyplace. (Just not really into elf fucking, okay? Otay? OKAY? Fuck you, you try it, I'm sticking with this bowl of cereal that traded off a guttersnipe in exchange for giving her permission to abort her pretend robot fetus.) You'd think he'd be out here, Loud & Proud, right? Yeah, I guess not.
I won't just wait. I'll drink some milk, too. No, not -chocolate- milk. Heh heh. No, I'm not gonna proofread, I'm just going to SUBMIT
Eating a small pig for breakfast everyday, driving a Chrysler minivan, mowing fescue weekly, helping Dubb Jr. with long division, watching Dancing with the Stars.
This gets the watermelon's attention.
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Much better, is it not?
Debatable, but not arguable. It was certainly better at helping to explain all the women possessed by demons I keep running into at a much higher frequency than I would otherwise think reasonably likely to do, even if I am always standing in line for a taxi when they ask for help with their (blank) lessons.
(btw: shoutout to Merry Tyler Maid, who thought that urging me to eat food was a good idea, then reminded me to not forget the chips and salsa that had been brought over. Damefrau, yeah, count on it. Delish. Off so soon? Okay, your turn.)
I don't think I even need a podcast. Isn't this fine? Okay I'll just do this for the next five years without stopping and I'll look down on people while doing it too. Oh, I guess I need to join another Guild. Well, fuck that then, my wallet is full, and that's where I promised my Mommy I would always put my ID. Not JUST my ID, but, my IP, my IT, and in other words,
ABBA ABRA ADWORDS ADORBS CADAVRA AMARO YOU STOLE MY FUCKING AMARO, (PROT). SO BEYOND FAR FROM HOME, YOU CAN JUST MAKE YOURSELF AT THERE ANOTHER ABRACADABRA. AND YOUR LITTLE FUCKING DOG TOO, NO, NOT TOTO.
KRISTEN BELL. WOOF. NO, NOT THE HUMAN, THE DOG. Heh. Close. -Different- Vampire Lord. I didn't sputch -that- guy, and he's not a Vampire Lord anyway, scionic fool in plove, maybe. Seriously? You're worried? Wow, what's that like, why, did you Afterpay bounce before your hair stylist's appointment? Here take these boots to the head and hit yourself in the fucking face with them while I remind you: I didn't know until they already did, so, how about you lay off the hashtags for awhile, eh? Here, try a shadowhashtoad.
No, I don't think they're fattening, but... well, honestly, I'd love to see you try to eat even one (1) thing, ever again. G-d. Writing tree-tree & finny documents isn't all that easy. Maybe I should get high? I don't know, I don't want to, but I don't see how it could look any worse than this. Did he really try to throw himself under the bus over the Internet... and I waved him off? What the fuck is wrong with me? OH, yeah, creamy nougat center. Thus, the shields, and you know what? Maybe without them, something something no, request denied.
I'm pretty sure this a bad week to start revealing certain details of my technology and how it works. Call it a hunch. Mid-May, and there's actually 5 dump trucks of rain mega-watting down on my house. (Quite impressive, but I'm blaming the shadowdopefrogs--and you know the reason I am thinking of, Aries.)
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That's nice man. Really happy for you. Eating a small pig for breakfast everyday, driving a Chrysler minivan, mowing fescue weekly, helping Dubb Jr. with long division, watching Dancing with the Stars. Much better, is it not?
Oh yes it is far more rewarding altogether, though my pipe has been banished to the garage, I am presented with lists of chores upon waking and another when I come home from work, and there are whole weeks when her dragon of a mother visits where they gang up to screech at me and I am driven from my own house and forced to creep about under the eaves for shelter. Just yesterday the neighbor's kid screamed "mom there's that fat man in the bushes again!" and I got my picture all over nextdoor looking sketchy as hell when all I wanted was a moment's peace.
Not to mention the disc pain from carrying around another extra person all the time, the cocktail of statins I must take regularly to keep my heart from exploding, and the massive shits that leave me groaning for hours :(
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"mom there's that fat man in the bushes again!"
Look, man, I don't know what to tell you--at this point, if you can't figure out how to close the deal, maybe you should get your septum straightened with a hammer. I know a g-y. Except, it has to be a cosmetic hammer.
Speaking of cosmetic hammers, that was about what I wanted to use on the person who thought forcing food, children, and the feeding of children on me was a smart idea. I guess it was, if creating a monster hero out of a hero and two lumps of coal and a broken chess clock within five years was the desired objective. Ah, desire, where is thy sting?
Oh yeah, first date bumblebee. Like, go come back stay away high fly has a gun, duck, let it shoot meeeeeeee and I spent all my secret paycheck money on Kyltus' Bluebud Eartooths, and I'm bored... what plaything is offered to The Royal We today?
Because so far this pop up book of jack and jill and the other jack who is gonna send them both to prison is getting pretty fucking stale.
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Jack - Always nice to hear from you. Good to see you are keeping the faith.
Oh yes it is far more rewarding altogether, though my pipe has been banished to the garage, I am presented with lists of chores upon waking and another when I come home from work, and there are whole weeks when her dragon of a mother visits where they gang up to screech at me and I am driven from my own house and forced to creep about under the eaves for shelter. Just yesterday the neighbor's kid screamed "mom there's that fat man in the bushes again!" and I got my picture all over nextdoor looking sketchy as hell when all I wanted was a moment's peace.
Not to mention the disc pain from carrying around another extra person all the time, the cocktail of statins I must take regularly to keep my heart from exploding, and the massive shits that leave me groaning for hours :(
Welcome aboard!!!!!! I recently spent about $50 in materials to protect about maybe $3 worth of Mrs. WAN's blueberries from the ravenous Mockingbirds. It's all good though.... I think?
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Jack - Always nice to hear from you. Good to see you are keeping the faith.
Welcome aboard!!!!!! I recently spent about $50 in materials to protect about maybe $3 worth of Mrs. WAN's blueberries from the ravenous Mockingbirds. It's all good though.... I think?
Oh tell me about it! This year for moon festival I had to drive all around rifling rank-smelling markets for a special form or mold to make some godawful fermented-rice cake thing that has just enough fish in it so it tastes like ass after sitting for a several days, armed only with a chickenscratch sketch and my wild white-man gesticulations. Finally after several failed attempts and a small fortune spent on procurement I stumbled upon the correct apparatus which she promptly filled with about thirty cents full of pre-fouled rice paste. She and the dragon devoured this abomination week later slurping their chops like it was candy, waving skewered fetid lumps under my nose and howling like banshees, I don't think the house is fully aired out yet and I can smell it in my sleep.
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Jack - Always nice to hear from you. Good to see you are keeping the faith.
Welcome aboard!!!!!! I recently spent about $50 in materials to protect about maybe $3 worth of Mrs. WAN's blueberries from the ravenous Mockingbirds. It's all good though.... I think?
about maybe $3 worth of Mrs. WAN's blueberries
I have fifty bucks worth of BoomerAnon's Magic Hunting Huck Fink Berries "You'll Swear They're Almost Good Enough" here that I can de-magmaize here in the fridge. These are keepsake berries, I am telling you. I didn't even open them, I just stacked cans of beers on them over and over and really didn't ever stop.
$75, delivered. For $75.99, I'll even take a shower before getting in the car.
Jack - Always nice to hear from you. Good to see you are keeping the faith.
Word. I had to lead the Headmaster go: Union rule. She had 30 days to report back, and then, she tried to cheat the timer--of course-- and then I called out on her SECOND TIME CORPS VIOLATING A CORPSE VIOLATON. This is serious shit with Her People, whoever the fuck they are, but then, I never heard about her again, ergo, she rabbitted. But I also heard a rumor that someone got left Calgon-In-Sack, New Jersey and ALSO in Ancient-Chinese-Secret-Temple-Fire, Continent: Unknown. (Sure, Jan. "Unknown." Right. A mystery. /groan)
AND I never got head from Headmaster, so you won't be able to activate EvilTwinDicked Dickstar Square Ringer. Now, he -is- scary, but not so half as scary as that you might have gotten the wrong g-y again twice in one year, is it? Because one more, you and Hogan are gonna go into the cooler and rescue all the gimps. IN TWO HOURS. TONIGHT. RESCUE OP TONIGHT.
So, that's where we are with Faith. Hope, on the other hand, well, that shit just takes care of itself, right? Oh, damn: I just abandoned it. Perhaps in my other tulpa's other pants. Oh, hey look, here's 10 grand in living expenses. Thanks.
Now, where am I? Who am I? Go on: you first. Like with everything else, except, well, Sourcery. I guess. Or, how about consuming my own essence with a nearly perfect attendance for a whole lifetime? Did I do that once first? I'll check when I remember how to juggle my army of ape-jawed, slack-tastic dopeslave adulterers with adulterants. Oh, right, I don't have one (1) of those. Cool.
Jack
No, I'm Mike. Jack is the other white meat that doesn't hate pork, he just prefers it on the side of those who have no meat at all, no, really. I hope that clears things up for you, including, uhhhh. Yeah! That other thing! Land sakes! Do you have any spare galoshes lying around, by the way? Someone I know needs a gift to the head that they can really appreciate.
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These are keepsake berries, I am telling you. I didn't even open them, I just stacked cans of beers on them over and over and really didn't ever stop.
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I'm Mike.
"keepsake berries." With stacks of beer on top. This about kills me. I could almost but not quite literally just die. G-ddam! G-d just came by with a... well, never mind. You'd understand, but then you'd just get jelly, same as ever. But everyone should already be quite envious of my keepsake berries. And, these are actually the second batch!
First batch: into the goddam trash. *plop* What? No one needed berries like those, and, I daresay... no one needs berries like these, either.
As they are wired to release a potent biotoxin, I am gonna need you to CashApp me before I touch them. Hazardous. Fragile. Special.
Carrots ARE included. *SHOVE*
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Hamster Muscle ❤️ Omg I love heem 💞
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Jack - Always nice to hear from you. Good to see you are keeping the faith.
Welcome aboard!!!!!! I recently spent about $50 in materials to protect about maybe $3 worth of Mrs. WAN's blueberries from the ravenous Mockingbirds. It's all good though.... I think?
Maybe. We were thinking of growing some cherry tomatoes until we heard that the hummingbirds stab them with their pointy little beaks.
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We don't stand a chance. :) :) :)