Ive been getting questions about the whole CIA spy thing (see question #20). Several years ago a friend of mine and I went to Oktober Fest in Munich (which is in September by the way). We spent most of the time just bumming around Munich but the one night we actually did attend the Festival we ended up drinking with a bunch of Russians. Now...
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Goodbye Mr. Pryor, you will be missed.
1. I memorized the whole of Edgar Allen Poes The Raven when I was in school and for some reason I can still recite most of it, most of the time.
2. When my friends get too drunk I make them try to recite portions of the poem to get their car keys back.
3. I only drink once a week or so but I...
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2. When my friends get too drunk I make them try to recite portions of the poem to get their car keys back.
3. I only drink once a week or so but I...
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misty2262:
1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'
3. I have one of the lowest tolerances I know of. I can polish off an entire shot of whiskey with Tawny Port chasers throughout the course of an evening and only be naked and wasted six hours later, drooling and saying something about licking walls. God, I miss those days.
7. Did I forget your birthday? OOOPS if I did. I'll just say we're even. I've been meaning to talk to you and the Mrs. about cutting down on your phone calls to me. I mean, it's bad enough I have to read all those emails you send. *wink*
16. No comment......I don't even want to fathom going there. Well, it is quite an interesting thing to ponder.......nevermind.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'
3. I have one of the lowest tolerances I know of. I can polish off an entire shot of whiskey with Tawny Port chasers throughout the course of an evening and only be naked and wasted six hours later, drooling and saying something about licking walls. God, I miss those days.
7. Did I forget your birthday? OOOPS if I did. I'll just say we're even. I've been meaning to talk to you and the Mrs. about cutting down on your phone calls to me. I mean, it's bad enough I have to read all those emails you send. *wink*
16. No comment......I don't even want to fathom going there. Well, it is quite an interesting thing to ponder.......nevermind.
As a point of interest, it takes exactly four days without sleep for me to lose complete control over whether I act like a utter asshole or not. I must extend Official Apologies to the following; The Red Menace, Fried Burger, and Rock Jawed Todd. I love you all and Im sorry. Jesus Ive got a mouth like chainsaw sometimes.
Finally a few days off in a row and I have to waste it on family. Dont get me wrong I love the crazy bastards but Id rather go camping. My typical camping gear, you ask? A good knife, a good lighter, a good sleeping bag, a little food, some fishing line and hooks, a pad of paper, a pen, marshmallows, and a bottle of...
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anberlin:
flying mule?
kidddding! I like the little ears. I don't know why you thought of me while making it, but it's thoughtful nonetheless.
and yes, I choose Lucy. though really, just for one night, I'd like to not be the night's amazon woman.
kidddding! I like the little ears. I don't know why you thought of me while making it, but it's thoughtful nonetheless.
and yes, I choose Lucy. though really, just for one night, I'd like to not be the night's amazon woman.
finnegan:
Idle hands
All I know of the day
Were the glamoured tears
Trailing cloth in a highway breeze
Touching summers gold
Swallowing the moments one by one
In the endless afternoon
Who taught whom
In the jaundiced eye that ate of everything
I taught you of passions discipline
You taught me of skin and tears and bones
I taught you of fearless eyes and
You taught me...
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Were the glamoured tears
Trailing cloth in a highway breeze
Touching summers gold
Swallowing the moments one by one
In the endless afternoon
Who taught whom
In the jaundiced eye that ate of everything
I taught you of passions discipline
You taught me of skin and tears and bones
I taught you of fearless eyes and
You taught me...
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finnegan:
Look I'm a scientist
This is the funniest fucking thing I hae everseen in my life.
http://www.ps260.com/molly/SHINING%20FINAL.mov
http://www.ps260.com/molly/SHINING%20FINAL.mov
anberlin:
haha,
I just assumed that my low brow wit displeased you.
letters away, boyo.
xo.
I just assumed that my low brow wit displeased you.
letters away, boyo.
xo.
Left my roger wilco in the faded sands
Left my paper trail in a bucket behind the barn
Left my Tuesdays in Toledo
Left my wisdom keys in a forgone conclusion
Got just enough change for a used book and some cheap beer
Filthy considerations
These old odd notions
Strange thing; I'm happy in my sarcastic melancholy way. Ill have to get used to that....
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Left my paper trail in a bucket behind the barn
Left my Tuesdays in Toledo
Left my wisdom keys in a forgone conclusion
Got just enough change for a used book and some cheap beer
Filthy considerations
These old odd notions
Strange thing; I'm happy in my sarcastic melancholy way. Ill have to get used to that....
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The spooks come out at night Finn.
I cant believe I never told you that story. Later that same night one of the Russians comes up to me puts his arms around my shoulders and says You know, I saw many things when I worked for the government. I could tell you things.
I nearly shit my pants. no no dont tell me things. Or actually, Nien, nien, sprechs du nicht aus loss.
Luckily he didnt tell me any old Soviet state secrets that would get me killed. He did however; tell me that he used to be some sort of mid level official. Apparently, luxury foods and produce were better than money, drugs, and a big swinging cod for seducing women in them days. He was most certainly full of shit but he told excellent dirty jokes. Trust me, if you can make someone laugh in a language you both only partially speak then you are a funny mother fucker.