Speaking of traps, I remember this game as a small child:
I remember it because I swallowed the metal ball. My parents had to buy me a special potty chair and they waited a few days until they heard the fateful "clunk."
"I remember it because I swallowed the metal ball. My parents had to buy me a special potty chair and they waited a few days until they heard the fateful "clunk."
That reads exactly like a bago quote.
I got the game for the kids, and the only way you could get it to work was to very carefully place the pieces just so.
What I wanted to talk about was something that I was concluding, sort of connecting dots, but expressing it would make me sound conspiratorial... and, as we all know, big taboo, we don't want to sound conspiratorial.
Anything but that. No conspiratorial sounding comments. Even while avoiding it, still has a whiff of conspiratoriality to it that I decided it best to give up.
Well, it's not the honor that a Chirbit would be, but I'll take it.
Well it's just that I haven't imagined a voice for you yet like I have others. Certain people strike me that why. Troop is John Wayne; Lem is Cheech Marin; Titus is Paul Lynde; Althouse is Professor Kingsfield; Robert Cook is my generic Russian accent; Spinelli doesn't speak English -- only Italian; Ritmo is WF Buckley; Inga is Arnold Schwarztenegger; Sixty Grit is Walter Brennan; Edutcher is Mr. Ed.
I went through a Rube Goldberg phase. Drew all sorts of overly complicated ways of relying on undependable measures such as coffee percolating, eggs being laid and rolling, fans turning on, mice doing something dependable, birds squawking alarming pets conveniently sleeping in the right place, bowling pins, weights, counterweights, fires, water dripping or pouring, ice melting, all to open a window, or turn off a light, pull up the covers or some such something far less complicated than the contrivances to do them, like killing Saddam Hussein.
Because I saw them in the comics and thought they were funny.
Swallow the ball. You are the reason why we cannot have nice things like kinder surprise chocolate eggs and magnetic buckyballs.
bago: "Well, it's not the honor that a Chirbit would be, but I'll take it."
Between that and Crimea River I was laughing so hard last night. If you scroll down there are a couple good suggestion for songs in the comments. One of the best: 'Scuse Me While Kiss Some Ass.
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That's a lot of ... to work with... including, but not limited to the Israeli and Palestinians by way of Nineveh.
But, that's not what I want to talk about.
"I remember it because I swallowed the metal ball. My parents had to buy me a special potty chair and they waited a few days until they heard the fateful "clunk."
That reads exactly like a bago quote.
I got the game for the kids, and the only way you could get it to work was to very carefully place the pieces just so.
Well Lem. I'll take down my post if you want yours up TOP for a few more hours.
ha. You ARE human.
No, Chickl I didn't mean to say that.
What I wanted to talk about was something that I was concluding, sort of connecting dots, but expressing it would make me sound conspiratorial... and, as we all know, big taboo, we don't want to sound conspiratorial.
Anything but that. No conspiratorial sounding comments. Even while avoiding it, still has a whiff of conspiratoriality to it that I decided it best to give up.
Fear not, it wasn't racist or anything like that.
That's probably worst than conspiratorial.
I wouldn't go as far as conspiracy, Lem, but I think collusion is evident.
collusion, that's it.
Lem, let's play 20 questions over it.
1. Does it have to do with Althouse?
That's very good Deb.
It's better to leave it there. Deb. but, thanks.
K :)
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That reads exactly like a bago quote."
Well, it's not the honor that a Chirbit would be, but I'll take it.
Speaking of fun entertainment, did you know this fine recording was available.
Crimea River
Barack in the USSR...
that's the best one.
Obama’s vacation plans in jeopardy
Putin's timing is challenging the president.
This is the BS we are stuck with.
Well, it's not the honor that a Chirbit would be, but I'll take it.
Well it's just that I haven't imagined a voice for you yet like I have others. Certain people strike me that why. Troop is John Wayne; Lem is Cheech Marin; Titus is Paul Lynde; Althouse is Professor Kingsfield; Robert Cook is my generic Russian accent; Spinelli doesn't speak English -- only Italian; Ritmo is WF Buckley; Inga is Arnold Schwarztenegger; Sixty Grit is Walter Brennan; Edutcher is Mr. Ed.
Could you handle being voiced as Richard Nixon?
How about Lionel Barrymore?
Jimmy Stewart?
Beavis or Butthead?
I guess I'm voiced as Rod Serling.
Winston Churchill is up for grabs, though he sometime comes out sounding like a pedantic scold.
Mouse Trap, pooping metal balls?
Alex, I'll take Richard Gere for 200 hundred.
I know. That shit is so unfair, but who can really say for sure? Where there's smoke there's fur.
Sorry.
I think Sean Connery is the real me.
Alex, I'll take Richard Gere for 200 hundred.
You mean you want me to speed up my voice so that you sound like a gerbil?
That was one of my favorite games.
I went through a Rube Goldberg phase. Drew all sorts of overly complicated ways of relying on undependable measures such as coffee percolating, eggs being laid and rolling, fans turning on, mice doing something dependable, birds squawking alarming pets conveniently sleeping in the right place, bowling pins, weights, counterweights, fires, water dripping or pouring, ice melting, all to open a window, or turn off a light, pull up the covers or some such something far less complicated than the contrivances to do them, like killing Saddam Hussein.
Because I saw them in the comics and thought they were funny.
Swallow the ball. You are the reason why we cannot have nice things like kinder surprise chocolate eggs and magnetic buckyballs.
Mother hears "clunk" and a cartoon bubble over her head says: "Yuck."
Winston Churchill is up for grabs
Aridog.
The part that ChickenKiev omitted was that the ingestion of the steel ball occurred when he was 26.
bago:
"Well, it's not the honor that a Chirbit would be, but I'll take it."
Between that and Crimea River I was laughing so hard last night. If you scroll down there are a couple good suggestion for songs in the comments. One of the best: 'Scuse Me While Kiss Some Ass.
Chick, to do a good Connery, it's like Austin Powers. Clench your teeth together while you talk.
Chip, do you have copies of these drawings? I'd love to see some.
I'll take anal bum covers for six hundred, Alex.
Troop --
I accidentally fell across The Quiet Man the other night.
I get it.
(Well, I don't really get you, but I get it.)
;-)
The part that ChickenKiev omitted was that the ingestion of the steel ball occurred when he was 26.
Actually, I was about 3. And I left out the part about my dad checking things prior to the clunk for containment.
Why are the dirtiest jobs male jobs?
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