The Official "Say Anything" Thread

[Popeye the Sailor]

700 is my max at the moment. maybe in teh future when i don't have anything better to do i can do a 1000 mile day just to say that i did it.

Do 3 1k's in a row, and stop at west coast dimby. 

[lethe]

Do 3 1k's in a row, and stop at west coast dimby. 

that's probably beyond my endurance level, at least on the Monster

[Monsterlover]

You're tempting me Dave. You're tempting me...

[The Bacon Junkie]

w/o pics..... its a lie

nope, I held the tank up and the exhaust in place while he did it...   

Boy, I'm sure glad I had my earplugs in!      

[ducpainter]

not a good day for you I'd take it?

Wow...

there was no confusion?

[lethe]

Wow...

there was no confusion?

and lack of humor now would confirm it

[ducpainter]

and lack of humor now would confirm it

I'm laughing...

on the inside.

There's humor for ya.

[lethe]

I'm laughing...

on the inside.

There's humor for ya.

but that is the mad laughter of frustration, not a healthy type

[ducpainter]

but that is the mad laughter of frustration, not a healthy type

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

[lethe]

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

heard that before but scratching my head as to where from, in a song right?

[The Bacon Junkie]

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Sounds like you need a 

If ya lived closer, the first rounds would be on me!

[lethe]

Never mind, once I looked it up I was like Duh! that's what it's from

[ducpainter]

Yeah,

It wasn't the best...

or worst of days. I've had much much worse.

I sure did get pissed off.

I was about...

^---this far off the floor.

[lethe]

Yeah,

It wasn't the best...

or worst of days. I've had much much worse.

I sure did get pissed off.

I was about...

^---this far off the floor.

don't worry, you're not alone in this, the rest of us will get our turn at "one of those days" next

[ducpainter]

Should I post a 'rant' thread?