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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 12, 2012 - 09:33pm PT
Leggs shot at him. You missed. Good idea but a little over the top, really.:;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;..;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;:: In case you're wondering, this is a chain with one broke tooth.

This is a gal named Chain with several missing teeth.. ... . .....
One finger from a broad from abroad.
One finger from a broad from abroad.
She looks like she's missing u!

We tried to be all nice and u weren't interested. u were unmoved.

Maybe parody still works.

Brandon-

climber
The Granite State.
Oct 12, 2012 - 09:47pm PT





Ween rocks.




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 12, 2012 - 09:48pm PT
Grandiose and profuse apologies to the Star of the Tuolumne Way

Reproduction Without Orgasm

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Credit: t*r

bring us ur vulnerabilities
foo-foo sentiments and righteous behavior
confront risk, here on supertopo
i want to encourage some spark
as a matter of imagination the dust should and must fly
at speedy passage when he was 17!



And the version WBurner concocted. No apology needed, Werner. It'strictly business. Brisk and to the point. Unlike i. There is no title as that's the Werner Way.

why spend ur time on friction?

string ur well-being out on learning to belay, dork.

i don't care how u spend ur money.

buy a used x-box from me?

fat guy sold it to me and i took it in exchage for some balls he believed were urs!

stupid!

i don't care how u earn ur dough.

just don't let the LEOs spot u pimping ur sister out here on the sidewalds of reality.

they won't just beat the emotional reality outta u!

u got a mind like a pair of dimes and a neck like a stack of 'em.

stay the hell outta the valley till u grow a pair
Dave Johnson

Mountain climber
Sacramento, CA
Oct 12, 2012 - 10:24pm PT
Norwegian, you speak the truth
As you always do
But do you have the nerve
To speak to our God of Snow?

What will you do
When you are called?
Rowdy, you want?
Rowdy, you'll get
Psilocyborg

climber
Oct 12, 2012 - 10:34pm PT
beef supreme

climber
the west
Oct 12, 2012 - 11:29pm PT
yes!!! ween!!
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 12, 2012 - 11:33pm PT
deleted

out of rowdiness


i suppose
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 12, 2012 - 11:35pm PT
more tame - Four Dead in Ohio?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:04am PT
Per Ween's suggestion

ur a million miles from the grave

weejust know why u rave
about last year's sh#t, u knave
so ur breath u might as well save
NOONE's listening cuz they've
quit the dead and all gone u wave
u are just a HERMIT with cave
u need to be hit with a stave
so u won't keep feeling a slave
stand in the corner till u learn to behave

Yes, that's right. Some crazy bitch ghost is gonna come when ur trying to sleep but the yippers ain't having that, and the ducks are just as ducking loud and boisterous as at noone. And the old lady's dreaming about...well, I can't go there, so I won't.

Anyway, she's gonna come. And ur not. And then she's gonna make u stand in the corner while she drinks the rest of ur beer. And then the old lady's maybe gonna wake up and ask for the twenty cents change from ur sixer! And u only got four! And then u can wake up and go back to work. Ouch!

HA!

Beat that, Kerouac!
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:15am PT
that's hard to beat mouse, but the war is over

EDIT: Bob Dylan won




Poetry, it was clear, was a contact sport.



coulda sworn this was behind the Partisan, but what do i know



Norwegian

Trad climber
Placerville, California
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 13, 2012 - 12:19am PT
you all are pitch-spittin
crackles issuing of our
controlled burn.
Some Random Guy

Trad climber
San Franpsycho (a.k.a. a token of my extreme)
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:23am PT
photo not found
Missing photo ID#255827
well if we're invloving ween in this then THIS is the song

back door beauty bitches!
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:33am PT
Marlow - Oh, I get it bro, your showing your ROWDY side! Yo' the man, way to KickAzz on us AmerikA'ns! lol

edit: Brandon - "Ween rocks" -- Yes indeed, Ween ROCKS!!
Captain...or Skully

climber
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:35am PT
These internets aren't so rowdy. They just wish they could be. That sh#t happens in the Real.
Yee haw?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:37am PT

You had yer chance, zBrown.



zBrown, you have a lovely daughter.

Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so ROWD-y.


Charley, it ain't no good to pine.

u ain't no hermit like old staretz Herman, the Russky penguin-porking pervert.

No, u like trees.

u would rather be a hermit but fate does not permit
so u ought to just try and sh#t on ur saw while it's idling

do u feel bad that trees die at ur hands?

would u rather not save their souls by immolating them, which is what u are doing, mostly wood dies by fire.

but it's the same kind of cycle that water experiences, so why give it a second thought?

they are no more grateful or hateful dead than alive.

us woodchuckin' mice certainly figured that out.

why are u upset?

really.

I'll send u a tenner if u figure it out, Sawbuck.
Herman, the patron loonie of Alaska. <br/>
On a mission from God to save t...
Herman, the patron loonie of Alaska.
On a mission from God to save the penguins, who turned on him in the end.
Meantime, I am braying anovena to startz Herman on ur behalf and for the souls of all the faithfully departed trees u have victimized, wittingly or unwittingly, by omission or commision.

Staretz Herman's life as a mystic began when St. Mary, the so-called woman who gave birth to Jesus of Nazareth, favored him with a cure when she visited him in the night. OOOO-oooooh, OOOO-oooooh! A ghost!

u are controlled when u write. why fight it? why? u, always with the y, but seldom seen in print together. this is a simpson's episode.

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:42am PT
Well, mousie I like what you wrote, maybe I shoulda said so

You just gotta fight
for your right
to be
white


I'm anxious or Angus, never angry


Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:54am PT
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rowdy

row·dy adjective \ˈrau̇-dē\
row·di·errow·di·est

Definition of ROWDY

: coarse or boisterous in behavior : rough; also : characterized by such behavior [rowdy local bars]
— row·di·ly adverb
— row·di·ness noun
— row·dy·ish adjective

Examples of ROWDY

a rowdy game of basketball
[a rowdy but good-natured group of teenagers]

Origin of ROWDY

perhaps irregular from row
First Known Use: 1819

Related to ROWDY

Synonyms: hell-raising, knockabout, rambunctious, raucous, robustious, roisterous, rollicking, boisterous, rumbustious [chiefly British]

Antonyms: orderly

Rhymes with ROWDY

cloudy, dowdy, howdy
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 13, 2012 - 12:59am PT
other rhymes (no LeAnn)

shroudy

crowdy


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 13, 2012 - 01:53am PT
"I am the porter that was barbarously slain in Fleet Street. - By the Mohocks and Hawkubites was I slain, when they laid violent hands upon me. They put their hook into my mouth, they divided my nostrils asunder, they sent me, as they thought, to my long home; but now I am returned again to foretell their destruction."

"From Mohock and from Hawkubite, Good Lord, deliver me! Who wander through the streets at night, Committing cruelty. They slash our sons with bloody knives, And on our daughters fall; And if they murder not our wives, We have good luck withal Coaches and chairs they overturn, Nay, carts most easily; Therefore from Gog and Magog, Good Lord, deliver me!"

May the Hawk u bite bite back!

May the hectors find ur weak spots!

May the Scourers wipe ur ass!

May the Nickers give u tiny nicks on ur soul!

May the Muns divide ur buns and sell 'em for lard to the Tityre Tus who'll then take that lard and use it to grease the rails u'll be riding to that hell of urs.

These Tacos got no depth to their rowdiness. They lack the killer instinct born of too much exposure to this man, the prince of darkness himself and ur mentor.

http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com/188584/scientists-name-a-new-type-of-wasp-after-lady-gaga/

ur just another insignificant branch of the insect subfamily family Scarabaeinae, which includes 5,000 species.

ur henceforth known to pseudo-science as Stipes tragula velum, the blind log roller, a species of dung beetle, a dead head-banger's nightmare.

u serve NOONE but ur self by whining.

So stop mooning. Let us help ur ass out.


Moonshine, shadows, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams, and blue beams and new skemes
glad time, night waves, whirling by
memories of moonshine and our times and slow signs
moonshine man come feed me som of your souvenirs
and I'll be gone
Mr. moonshine man
I'm you greatest fan
come on feed me now and whenever you can
mr. moonshine man
mr. moonshine man
moonshine, shadows, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams and blue beams and new skemes
moonshine man come feed me some of your souvenirs
and I'll be gone
mr. moonshine man I'm your greatest fan
ad nauseam

Who knows the story of the Curse of the Chumash?
Who knows the story of the Curse of the Chumash?
I know of the SoCal Pumphouse boys can tell u the story of rowdy Chumash, as opposed to Mohocks.

The Catalina Lady, Lee Ann, might know it. She's a very humane person but she might have some rowdy things to say anyhow. I doubt it, but gotta give her a shot.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 13, 2012 - 08:56am PT
It was eleven o'clock since the last Chumash wandered off looking for his bottle.

u're probably slumbered, lumbered with thoughts of what i (u) only know, impedimenta of ur twenty-cent brain. Baggage. Faggage. And possibly a reggae tune, if ur lucky.

Dreaming of a wench, a Dolt carta blanca, a big wallah screamah.

She's not a ghost of Xstasy Past. She's not ur Vers'd Nightmare, in fundamental funky style with some voice modification.

But she's a joy to dance to. Did u guys dance? Did she penetrate to u? And vice-versa?


I sure don't want to break and enter and hit ur head with this metal object. But it might be called for.


WAKE UP! Smell the rotting logs! Go chase the muttering sun as he gets with it and flip her off.

Or u can give me ur money. But u should listen to this first.


Ev'ry body's laughing. Ev'ry body'a happy at you.

Such amen, old man. Always shouts out somethin' obscene.

Well, you should hate Polly Ethel Eenpam. She hates wood, not plastic, like a few, but plastic has it's uses, as u should but u don't. What's....

Oh, look out!!!! Sunday's off the phone to Monday, Friday's gone on walkabout, gone and who's gonna help u now, Weej? u're swampin' for ur self now. Now THAT'S a bitch.

And that bitch worked fifteen clubs a day and what do u do but sit there and whine.

u must have known the answer, too, but it so so doesn't make sense, does it?

WWJD?

Jelly Garcia, I mean. He would dig this crappy Beatle's opus and do something with it. He'd chop it with his ax. He'd strangle it and kill it and make it grateful, damn it to hell. Were he to damn it to hell and it were it grateful still, he'd put it on ice and let it simmer down, then watch it melt, collect it in a bottle, adulterate it with some faint blue tie dye and some soul, and sing Ripple, hitting the bottle beteween verses.

Take a lesson from this beating, or I'll swear I'm u in the streets of Reality City and say, "i'm pimping my seester." Which I would never do. I am not Mex and noone would believe me. "But she is mi hermana, verdado!" Then they'd ask me to sing Me 'n My Seester just to prove me wrong. And u don't know my sister, so shut the f*#k up, Wet Spot.

With u, u can never tell, so I'll be careful or it'll get all over my Facebook page. It's the "tell" on ur own face of "Maybe they do like me." It's like a smirk on a cactus, but it will come out in spines eventually. So I still don't trust. The kettle calling the pot black and fat, I know.

"Amentothatation" (Ay-men-too-that-ay-shun) is a process by which all are free to quit their hiding places once the danger is past in the game of Hide and Seek. Not to be confused with the game of Tag. It's common to both games. To be confused. About where they are, not about who's faster, the fat boy with the f*#ked-up Xbox or the Fat Gal with the lei on her neck. That's pretty confused, but u gotta go with the lei of the land. Both games are confusing. Regular kids are more amenable to them than FULLY GROWN OLD GOATS, it seems. STop playing games.

It's a little-known fact that "Amen to that!" is the called-for response to "OOOF!" and is a very similar idea to that which is expressed by the phrase, "Ollie, Ollie, oxen free," which is the traditional cry to restart the game of Hide and Seek. Ev'ry body rises from their "graves" and reports in to "Gabriel" and the whole thing begins over. This is the heavenly version of Hide and Seek, which is called there locally The Lost Sheep.

In hell they play Hyde and Sneak. I think it evolved from Off-Width and ev'ry body has to go up a never-ending, flaring, bomb-bay chimney while dodging Batso. And it's all in the dark, so u can imagine...

u like chimneys? It's the way u are. Love it.

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