alphabits wrote:"Hello, River Styx Transportation Service? I'd like to reserve a handbasket ....."
yes sir, I can reserve you a handbasket.
How many are in your party?
Do you want nonstop service, or are you willing to do a layover?
Perhaps short stays in the 2nd and 3rd circles and then express service to our final destination .... the 6th circle.
there will be an extra surcharge for stopping in the 2nd and 3rd circles... they tend to get a little crowded, beacuse glutteny and lust are the most popular...
omg I am soooo going "you know where" for this.....
alphabits wrote:"Hello, River Styx Transportation Service? I'd like to reserve a handbasket ....."
yes sir, I can reserve you a handbasket.
How many are in your party?
Do you want nonstop service, or are you willing to do a layover?
Perhaps short stays in the 2nd and 3rd circles and then express service to our final destination .... the 6th circle.
there will be an extra surcharge for stopping in the 2nd and 3rd circles... they tend to get a little crowded, beacuse glutteny and lust are the most popular...
omg I am soooo going "you know where" for this.....
popcornjack wrote:geography was never my strong suit.
I pictured you as more the "plaid pants, checked jacket" type when it came to suits..
Well, he did wear a white sport coat in 100 degree temps in Raleigh. It was "strong" in its own way.
would have been good if it had been linen.. that winter-unworsted wool.. it wasn't virgin wool when it started, and it certainly wasn't when Jack was done.
popcornjack wrote:geography was never my strong suit.
Like Bluto Blutarski's "Germans bombed Pearl Harbor", we just considered it a bit of literary "license".
And it's not as if that was the only piece of the whole story that was implausible.
Jack's no Bluto though... from the moment I met him, I thought...
"Hi, Eric Stratton, Rush chairman, damn glad to meet you."
That'll work when he greets us all in hell!
You’re still grinning, we’re still winning, nothing left to say
I’m still gliding as I go flying down this endless wave
popcornjack wrote:In response to all the recent dust-ups between the kool aid drinkers and the effigy burners, I figured it was time to settle it once and for all. Was Kenny Chesney.....
A) Sent here as a gift from the heavens? The clouds parted, the angels sang, and a small reed basket washed ashore on the banks of the mighty Mississippi on that fateful Christmas morning (coincidence? you decide) containing the answer to the hopes and prayers of those looking for musical and lifestyle guidance. They had been lost in the wilderness of society and were looking for a guide to lead them for almost 40 years (once again, coincidence??) through the mindless mediocrity of the day to day existence to the promised land oasis of rogaineaville?
or
B) Delivered to us from the bowels of the earth? The earth shook, the clouds thundered, the volcano (volcano? hmmmmmm) spewed forth it's lava and in its place was the form of a man created to do nothing but introduce the world to a new form of hedonism and self indulgence. Through captivating music and piratical lyrics, he led us down the primrose path, taking us from all that we knew and bringing us to a supposed eden, only to soon find ourselves overrun with drunken hordes and forced to worship at the temple of all things short?
Frank4 wrote:Whatever the middle of the road between God's Messenger and Satan's Minion is...I think Jimmy falls into that. I'd like to think that I do also....
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