Fashion Board 6-9-04 to 7-13-04

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
There's a guy whose ass is actually on fire.

Shifty, you'll notice that I've named no names - but you know who you are.

I know you basically anally fucked shifty back when you two were "warring" but this is beyond the pale. everyone knows you can't stick a stick up SS's ass and light it, because SS had a colonostomy after pledge week freshman year, and he shits in a bag at his side. but really fucking funny nfh. really funny.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
Apparently not nearly enough.

And this is why she left your boring self and is banging the new guy down the hall.

You're pretty obsessed with this comeback. Project much?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
You're pretty obsessed with this comeback. Project much?

I wouldn't bang the guy down the hall with SS's ex's shape shafter.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I'll do what can, Hank, but I urge you to reconsider. I wear my scars proudly, but I those kinds of wounds never really heal. I was lucky to escape at least somewhat intact, and I'm grateful. Remember what you once told me: "if you don't have much soul left and you know it, you still got soul." Protect your soul, Hank.

is this a movie reference? bubba hotep, right? and nfh is the 3000 year old MALE soul sucker?

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
You're pretty obsessed with this comeback. Project much?

just stand back and you'll be safe....
Remember sophmore year, a bunch of really strange people were seeming to have a fight in the Caf, but it wasn't really clear. Later on you learned it was the D&D club lobbying each other for votes for President?
that's sort of what you are seeing now with Slave and Fringe.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I wouldn't bang the guy down the hall with SS's ex's shape shafter.

oh, dear! at your present weight "bang" just isn't descriptve. Ploop or ssssssmmossh might make more sense. nttawwt.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
just stand back and you'll be safe....
Remember sophmore year, a bunch of really strange people were seeming to have a fight in the Caf, but it wasn't really clear. Later on you learned it was the D&D club lobbying each other for votes for President?
that's sort of what you are seeing now with Slave and Fringe.

Hank, this isn't saying much, but you aren't making any fucking sense. What did you ingest tonight?

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Hank, this isn't saying much, but you aren't making any fucking sense. What did you ingest tonight?

If my answers bother you, perhaps you should stop asking questions. Or, i was saying SLave and Fringe are the king and queen of nerdo-town and they're having a private fight. ignore it, and one of them will win, and it won't matter to us, the in-crowd. see?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
If my answers bother you, perhaps you should stop asking questions. Or, i was saying SLave and Fringe are the king and queen of nerdo-town and they're having a private fight. ignore it, and one of them will win, and it won't matter to us, the in-crowd. see?

Honey, I am so sorry that I humiliated you by saying that a source of pleasure and interest for me was seeing you get shot down. I was just kidding. I still like and respect you as much as I ever have. Please, let it go. Think of the children!

[Skeks in the city]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I didn't like it. Too much with the sap. And the next movie features the Hob Goblin? Bad move. We've seen that villain already. My interest is waning.

And Kirsten Dunst's breasts do look smaller in this one. But, damn, she has a nice body. I likes. Her face and teeth? Not so much. But, she has a nice waist and shapely breasts.

Spidey 2 was as good as Spidey 1. Each had too much sap. Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and Harry all overact.

Dunst looked worse in this movie because of her hair. She looks much better with a darker shade of red.

TM you should check out Hellboy. That seems more your speed. That movie kicked ass. Really kicked ass.

[Skeks in the city]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
is this a movie reference? bubba hotep, right? and nfh is the 3000 year old MALE soul sucker?

I thought MR was the only poster that could suck out someone's soul through their rectum.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Honey, I am so sorry that I humiliated you by saying that a source of pleasure and interest for me was seeing you get shot down. I was just kidding. I still like and respect you as much as I ever have. Please, let it go. Think of the children!

Our children? Sonny Jim?

George: ...the real reason why our son used to throw up all the time, wife and lover, was because he couldn't stand you fiddling at him all the time, breaking into his bedroom with your kimono flying, fiddling...
Martha: Yeah, and I suppose that's why he ran away from home twice in one month. Twice in one month! Six times in one year.
George: Our son ran away from home all the time because Martha here used to corner him.
Martha: I NEVER CORNERED THE SON OF A BITCH IN MY LIFE.
George: He used to run up to me when I'd get home, and he'd say: 'Mama's always coming at me.' That's what he'd say.
Martha: Liar!

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Our children?

No, not our children. The children of the world.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
No, not our children. The children of the world.

Martha fortifies herself with a drink and prepares to give her own recitation and somber recollections about their son - a decades-old illusion and fabrication which has devitalized their marriage. George offers additional quiet asides during her trance-like delivery of a clearly-remembered birth and childhood:


Our son was born in a September night, a night not unlike tonight, though tomorrow, and sixteen years ago...It was an easy birth, once it had been accepted, and I was young...and he was healthy, a red, bawling child...with slippery firm limbs and a full head of black, fine, fine hair which, oh, later, later, became blond as the sun, our son...And I had wanted a child...oh, I had wanted a child...And I had my child...Our child. And we raised him...and he had green eyes...and he loved the sun...and he was tan before and after everyone and in the sun his hair became fleece...beautiful, beautiful boy...So beautiful, so wise...Beautiful, wise, perfect.
Very significantly, George adds: "There's a real mother talking,"

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Martha fortifies herself with a drink and prepares to give her own recitation and somber recollections about their son - a decades-old illusion and fabrication which has devitalized their marriage. George offers additional quiet asides during her trance-like delivery of a clearly-remembered birth and childhood:


Our son was born in a September night, a night not unlike tonight, though tomorrow, and sixteen years ago...It was an easy birth, once it had been accepted, and I was young...and he was healthy, a red, bawling child...with slippery firm limbs and a full head of black, fine, fine hair which, oh, later, later, became blond as the sun, our son...And I had wanted a child...oh, I had wanted a child...And I had my child...Our child. And we raised him...and he had green eyes...and he loved the sun...and he was tan before and after everyone and in the sun his hair became fleece...beautiful, beautiful boy...So beautiful, so wise...Beautiful, wise, perfect.
Very significantly, George adds: "There's a real mother talking,"

Snookums, put down the bottle and back away from the bar.

ETA, crap, sorry Ty.