| 16th November 2007 11:38 AM |
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| gypsy |
quote:
Fiji Joe wrote:
Check the back of your shirt...there's your answer
Now...answer me a question...Why do you insist on starting crap with me?...simple question...answer it
We could check your mouth...there's my answer
Starting crap with you?...I was merely trying to joke with you...but since it bothers you so much, I guess I'll stop....is that what you want?
...want me to...STOP?
I saw a psychiatrist on some show...she said...people that write...like this...are usually...SOCIOPATHS...yep, it's true...I saw it on the TV.
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| 16th November 2007 11:45 AM |
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| Fiji Joe |
quote:
gypsy wrote:
We could check your mouth...there's my answer
Starting crap with you?...I was merely trying to joke with you...but since it bothers you so much, I guess I'll stop....is that what you want?
...want me to...STOP?
I saw a psychiatrist on some show...she said...people that write...like this...are usually...SOCIOPATHS...yep, it's true...I saw it on the TV.
Yeah...you were joking...I get it...cause we're friends...right?....I know why you chimed in...for the same reasons you've been chiming in for the last 3 years...and it wasn't because you were joking...stop?...I've asked you to do that on many many occasions...you didn't...you can't...you won't...but just for the record, yeah...stop... |
| 16th November 2007 11:52 AM |
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| gimmekeef |
I'm telling..... |
| 16th November 2007 11:56 AM |
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| gypsy |
quote:
Fiji Joe wrote:
Yeah...you were joking...I get it...cause we're friends...right?....I know why you chimed in...for the same reasons you've been chiming in for the last 3 years...and it wasn't because you were joking...stop?...I've asked you to do that on many many occasions...you didn't...you can't...you won't...but just for the record, yeah...stop...
But, seriously, you should make up your mind - have I been bothering you for three years, four-and-a-half, or five? You keep varying the years...and I'd really like to know exactly how long I've been getting under your skin. I'll let you know which answer is correct whenever you answer me. |
| 16th November 2007 12:04 PM |
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| glencar |
I guess LJ has NOTHING to say about this latest dust-up? LOL |
| 16th November 2007 12:10 PM |
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| LadyJane |
quote:
glencar wrote:
I guess LJ has NOTHING to say about this latest dust-up? LOL
LJ is avoiding ALL stress related threads.
Her blood pressure is elevated, seriously.
Please leave me out of this.
LJ. |
| 16th November 2007 12:12 PM |
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| glencar |
Good for you! I appreciate that. I hope I didn't upset you. I'm doing much better & I've got about 20 Percocets left over, if anyone needs them. |
| 16th November 2007 12:17 PM |
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| Fiji Joe |
quote:
gypsy wrote:
But, seriously, you should make up your mind - have I been bothering you for three years, four-and-a-half, or five? You keep varying the years...and I'd really like to know exactly how long I've been getting under your skin. I'll let you know which answer is correct whenever you answer me.
What happened to stopping?...Write it down on a sticky note and put it on the back of your hand..."Don't stalk Fiji today"...it just might work |
| 16th November 2007 12:22 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
glencar wrote:
Good for you! I appreciate that. I hope I didn't upset you. I'm doing much better & I've got about 20 Percocets left over, if anyone needs them.
blue ............................
I just took my mid- morning shit ( JoeyLog 11:15 AM CDT : 11-16-07 )
" I Thank You !!! "
Stinky Cakes ! ™ |
| 16th November 2007 12:24 PM |
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| glencar |
You lucky dog! I went to the ENT & then got a shave & a haircut at the Russians! They had a DVD of a Russian pop concert playing. Too funny! |
| 16th November 2007 12:26 PM |
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| Joey |
" .. I went to the ENT & then got a shave & a haircut at the Russians! They had a DVD of a Russian pop concert playing................. "
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| 16th November 2007 12:29 PM |
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| glencar |
Getting old, dude. |
| 16th November 2007 12:44 PM |
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| gypsy |
quote:
glencar wrote:
I guess LJ has NOTHING to say about this latest dust-up? LOL
Leave LJ out of it. The last time I checked, you and Feej were both grown men. At least, you claim tp be. Anyhow, it's not a "dust-up." I was just trying to joke w/ my homey, Feej. As usual, you blow everything...
...out of proportion. |
| 16th November 2007 12:53 PM |
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| glencar |
See, I wasn't talking to you AND I'd already dropped LJ out of it. You want my leftover percocets? They'll be there by Monday. |
| 16th November 2007 01:26 PM |
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| Ho-ey |
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Jeez, dude, don't you have a life?
I mean, seriously, the first couple of posts were funny...but now it's just sad and pathetic.
gypsy my sweet !
tell young hoey .....
do six years and 30,000 + posts somehow make it more charming ?????
[lil' gypsy? lil' feej? lil 'joey?]
"I just know in 20 years or so you're going to be a baker someday !!!"
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| 16th November 2007 01:30 PM |
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| Some Guy |
what doesn't kill Joey only makes Joey stronger. |
| 16th November 2007 01:41 PM |
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| gypsy |
quote:
glencar wrote:
See, I wasn't talking to you AND I'd already dropped LJ out of it. You want my leftover percocets? They'll be there by Monday.
No thanks. You need them.
"Cuz big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health."
ICE CUBE LYRICS
"Check Yo Self"
(feat. Das EFX)
[Intro: Das EFX]
Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)
[Verse One: Ice Cube]
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy
This ain't no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check
[Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube]
[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Hook: Das EFX]
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
[repeat 2X]
[Verse Two: Ice Cube]
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check
[Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube]
[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Ice Cube]
If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
[Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube]
[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
[Hook]
[Chorus Three]
[Hook 3X]
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| 16th November 2007 01:59 PM |
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| Ho-ey |
quote:
what doesn't kill Joey only makes Joey stronger.
this scares young hoey!
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| 16th November 2007 02:06 PM |
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| Fiji Joe |
quote:
Ho-ey wrote:
this scares young hoey!
Worst fake joey yet... |
| 16th November 2007 02:53 PM |
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| pdog |
quote:
LadyJane wrote:
LJ is avoiding ALL stress related threads.
Her blood pressure is elevated, seriously.
Please leave me out of this.
LJ.
She is hanging with me... Don't even mention LJ again in any fight... Or I'm telling Santa!!!
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| 16th November 2007 03:19 PM |
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| Ho-ey |
my stonesian kin !!!
me poppa got fresh with an elk and look what happened!!
thank you all for your time today!
somewhere in san francisco a clown is crying.....
"I just know in 10 or 20 years you'll be a foreskin or something"
***********IMMEDIATE END TO DIGRESSION****************
[fade to black]
hoeycakes! sniggles
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| 16th November 2007 03:31 PM |
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| Dick B Cheney |
“Fuck yourself." |
| 16th November 2007 05:50 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
what doesn't kill Joey only makes Joey stronger.
Starry, starry night
Fiji Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What Fiji tried to say to me
And how Fiji suffered for his sanity
And how Fiji tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Fiji'ss eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What Fiji tried to say to me
And how Lil Jackie suffered for your sanity
And how Lil Fiji tried to set them free
Lugar would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps Lugar we'll listen now
For the couch could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
*** END TRANSMISSION **** |
| 16th November 2007 05:52 PM |
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| gypsy |
Hi, real Joey! I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Please tell Keith Bolivar Moon that gypsy said hello, and that he can just keep my panties. |
| 16th November 2007 05:57 PM |
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| mojoman |
quote:
Ho-ey wrote:
this scares young hoey!
sammy hagar? |
| 16th November 2007 05:58 PM |
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| JohnDoey |
quote:
Dick B Cheney wrote:
“Fuck yourself."
Damn skippy my silver haired fox
I would like to cover you in big oil and lick you like a tootsie pop
Come to the Kins
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| 16th November 2007 06:00 PM |
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| mojoman |
quote:
Sioux wrote:
Ok, you know when you listen to a song on a site and you get that really cool light show thingy--that changes with
the music? Does anyone know what that's called? I know it's
not plasma. I would love to know if you can buy anything
that simulates that cool, groovy light show. Back in the
60's there was a light box that was similar to that, and
I wanted it desperately for Christmas, but Santa disappointed me... Thanks for your help..
mental masturbation? |
| 16th November 2007 06:02 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
gypsy wrote:
Hi, real Joey! I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Please tell Keith Bolivar Moon that gypsy said hello, and that he can just keep my panties.
Hello My Stonesian Princess .......
Yes , I SHALL be drinking with Keith Moon this evening .
Have a wonderful weekend and ..... W - What ?! ... Oh , sure ! :
" You a lonely man Lil' Fiji
angry as hell, Lil' Fiji
What made you so angry?
Was it Voodoopug, Hillary or me?
Why do you frequent the couch
with only 3 other postes, and your lapdog
max?
Can you ever see why you are not liked
and why the others shunned you
If Flebit ever comes back
I'm sure he would cover your back
But for now sweet Fiji, the Lotus is your home
together with Max, all alone!!! "
JJJJJJJJJJJJJJACKY !!!!!
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| 16th November 2007 06:05 PM |
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| JohnDoey |
quote:
Joey wrote:
Hello My Stonesian Princess .......
Yes , I SHALL be drinking with Keith Moon this evening .
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that Joey, watch that scene, dig him the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen |
| 16th November 2007 06:15 PM |
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| JohnDoey |
Popping the top on the Fresca...nose to the can...the leaping bubbles gently kissing his rather, large and bulbous nose...no time to pour a glass...he'll have to drink from the can..."ewww...like the negros"?...yes...just like the negros...shuffle...quickly...shuffle to the window...but don't draw back the drapes...they'll see...he'll see..."who dat?...who dat?...and what's he have in his hands?...same time...every year"...a thump...by the front door..."run...run away"...to his safe place..."to the safe place"...amongst the shoes...and under the coats...no one can touch him there..."no one can touch me here"
Years later...after the clean and green ordinance passed, they would find him...barely breathing...emaciated....surrounded by half-eaten bags of skittles...clutching a crudely constructed mobile...adorned with cardboard likenesses of Martina Navratilova and other female athletes from former communist eastern-bloc states...with special detail given to their over-developed, steroid obtained features...it was yet to be hung...on the porch...by the front door...fifteen years worth of Sears and Roebuck's catalogs...in two separate stacks...and on the door, written in blue crayon, on a page ripped from a junior college enrollment catalog, a note, that read simply..."Joey doesn't live here anymore"
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