See ya!
(and you thought this was going to be about suicide? ha!)
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"Meesa love yousa long time."
Jar Jar Binks, Vietnam, 1967.
"If you find Louie, send him back for repairs, willya?"--Freeman Lowell
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"He's dead, Jim."
"You find his car keys, I'll get his wallet!"
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I can resist anything.......
Except Temptation
As we know, there have been several Goodbye threads in which members have taken claims to go off to this part of the world or that. There has been the really nice introduction in the Flameboard, and then, to add flavor, there is my drunken, blabbering, regretful thread about my disheveled realtionship--I swear my Good Twin wrote it.
Taking these aspects into consideration, I satire the Goodbyes and the Hello with something as unbelievable as possible, the aforementioned trip to Saturn a la Buck Rogers--the old Buck Rogers, not that 1980's stuff. The suicide comment compliments the title of the thread and slants toward my off-and-on depression regarding my state of affairs lately--or my state of not having any affairs, if you know what I mean, wink wink nod nod. The title was simply to manipulate you, dear reader, into thinking that I may decide to mix blood and bathwater, as an arrousal of your curiosity. Of course, this is not the case. A hangman's noose shall suffice nicely. That last bit was a joke as well intended for shock value only.
Plus it's a kick-ass Pink Floyd tune from the treasured "The Wall".
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"Meesa love yousa long time."
Jar Jar Binks, Vietnam, 1967.
[This message was edited by Cargile on June 21, 1999.]
--Baloo
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Good advice is always ignored when accompanied by a bad example.
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By airplane to the rocket?
By taxi to the airport?
By front door to the taxi?
By throwing back the blanket hanging down the legs?
Sorry.
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"It's not my birthday, it's not today. It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?"
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They Might Be Giants
*slams door shut*
*notices finger is between it*
*screams*
Oh, and speaking of Saturn...
"The scientific theroy I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage." -Mark Russell
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Brain: "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Pinky: "I think so, Brain, but, if you get a long little doggie, wouldn't you just call it a 'dachshund'?"
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Doctor: "Run along. I'll reattach any severed limbs. Just don't misplace them." (Voyager: "The Killing Game")