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  • please remember to turn out the lights when you're done here.

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  • #2
    Originally posted by Jim Soloway
    nt


    you gotta respond to my bebop thread!!
    The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but rather the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity.
    - Glenn Gould

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    • #3
      What a confusing thread.
      www.sheerwillpower2.com

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      • #4
        "I had a cat named Snowball
        She died! She died!
        Mom said she was sleeping
        She lied! She lied!"

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          • #6
            Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
            I'm on the dark side of the road

            "I had a cat named Snowball
            She died! She died!
            Mom said she was sleeping
            She lied! She lied!"

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            • #7
              "I just heard Jonny Lang and he's sures got the blues. He's got um bad. Can I get a witness?"

              How in the hell did Jonny get the blues? He Is 18 Years Old for God sake! What could have happened to him to sing like that?

              Was he weaned on Mad Dog 20/20?

              Was it the long wait standing in the lunch line for fish sticks at school?

              Was it that he lost real bad at tether ball?

              Was it his elementary school sweetheart that done him so wrong?

              That pain had to start young. Maybe he sucked as the milk monitor. God bless the child, and God help this boy when he gets a taste of what real living is about. That boy sounds like he knows the pain of a 75 year old man that has been kicked around, left high and dry, and lay in the gutter for dead, and I am stupefied.
              My name is Dave and I play guitar.

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              • #8
                Things to do in an elevator.


                Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."

                Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"

                Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

                When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.

                On the top floor, try and whiz down the thin slot between the doors and listen to the Niagara falls

                Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you "Admiral".

                On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped
                down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.

                Wave hands wildly at invisible flies buzzing around your head.

                Make race car noises when anyone gets on or off.

                Shave.

                Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"

                When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now... motion sickness!"

                Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.

                Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.

                Start a sing-along.

                When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"

                Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your personal
                space.

                Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.

                If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler "Bad touch!"

                While the doors are opening, hurriedly whisper, "Hide it. quick!" then whistle innocently.

                Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.

                Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "oops!"

                Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.

                Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.

                Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.

                Leave a box between the doors.
                My name is Dave and I play guitar.

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                • #9
                  The wind whistled low in the steets of Laredo


                  Your mind is a terrible place to store important information.

                  Pix & Music at
                  http://www.riochamastudios.com

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                  • #10
                    I can't see my forehead ....

                    Deeper Jams @ IUMA

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                    • #11
                      *in best roger daltry voice* ... it's only middle age wasteland.
                      we're forming a club and letting everyone in.

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                      • #12
                        "They're over there."

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