Members RUExp? Posted November 3, 2006 Members Share Posted November 3, 2006 Originally posted by dan-o-guitar The fuse kept blowing so I stuck a penny in the fusebox. Old engineer's trick. Well if there's no fuse to blow won't damage occur somewhere. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members dan-o-guitar Posted November 3, 2006 Members Share Posted November 3, 2006 Originally posted by RUExp? Well if there's no fuse to blow won't damage occur somewhere. I was joking. Don't ever stick anything in a fusebox execpt a fuse! Danger! Never stick a penny in a fusebox. You will either die from electrocution or your house will burn down. Probably both. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members RoboPimp Posted November 3, 2006 Author Members Share Posted November 3, 2006 let me tell you a story it's one you know well there's faint smoke rising a distant signal to quell a constant hunger to feed a constant circuit to bend a solder drop falls to the floor a drop in the bucket of bones carbon composition life forms 4.3 light years away quintillions and trillions no hope for impact no hope for a love pact not even a love triangle maybe something more obtuse maybe something less defined maybe just a wrinkle in time fold space over and jump the gap fold that ho over and give her a slap spin dano around and make him go back back to where it all begins back to where I found a cigarette burning a single malt scotch and a small packet of brilliance a tweed covered tumultuous transformer tempestuous tenacity gnawing and seething electrons vibrate heaving and breathing nine volts is enough to stop a heartbeat nine dolts are enough to keep a forum upbeat nine dimly lit bulbs keep grubbing and hoarding nine poorly thought skulls empty and fading time keeps on ticking ticking ticking into the future slime keeps on oozing through the crevasse through the crowd mass through the lemming field through the daft sheeple slaughter buy the next shiney trinket put your neck on the block put your imagination to the test the sonic qualities no one else can confess the sonic nothingness that doesn't exist the $200 hole in your chest left with your pants down your sphincter smarting your brain dumbing your concepts numbing your indoor plumbing clogging your life summed up in a blogging your song swan swam swiftly southwest buckshot bring down bar-b-que duck breast where oh where is this jumbled up type mess flotsam and jetsam and moat hiding dragons bring back the noise and the funk bring back the tempered steel chunk bring back my baby back ribs eve was made from a spare rib but not slathered in sauce at least not right away that came after the toss breaking up twisting down drop kick a scary clown slap quick a ho to the ground trap quick a nesquick it's toothless and bought slick and teethless gumming and fight of the bumming and tight of the tuning four forty is floundering two twenty is astoundering I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincerely Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members dan-o-guitar Posted November 4, 2006 Members Share Posted November 4, 2006 Originally posted by RoboPimp let me tell you a story it's one you know wellthere's faint smoke risinga distant signal to quella constant hunger to feeda constant circuit to benda solder drop falls to the floora drop in the bucket of bonescarbon composition life forms4.3 light years awayquintillions and trillionsno hope for impactno hope for a love pactnot even a love trianglemaybe something more obtusemaybe something less definedmaybe just a wrinkle in timefold space over and jump the gapfold that ho over and give her a slapspin dano around and make him go backback to where it all beginsback to where I found a cigarette burninga single malt scotch and a small packet of brilliancea tweed covered tumultuous transformertempestuous tenacity gnawing and seethingelectrons vibrate heaving and breathingnine volts is enough to stop a heartbeatnine dolts are enough to keep a forum upbeatnine dimly lit bulbs keep grubbing and hoardingnine poorly thought skulls empty and fadingtime keeps on ticking ticking tickinginto the futureslime keeps on oozing through the crevassethrough the crowd massthrough the lemming fieldthrough the daft sheeple slaughterbuy the next shiney trinketput your neck on the blockput your imagination to the testthe sonic qualities no one else can confessthe sonic nothingness that doesn't existthe $200 hole in your chestleft with your pants downyour sphincter smartingyour brain dumbingyour concepts numbingyour indoor plumbing cloggingyour life summed up in a bloggingyour song swan swam swiftly southwestbuckshot bring down bar-b-que duck breastwhere oh where is this jumbled up type messflotsam and jetsam and moat hiding dragonsbring back the noise and the funkbring back the tempered steel chunkbring back my baby back ribs eve was made from a spare ribbut not slathered in sauce at least not right awaythat came after the tossbreaking up twisting downdrop kick a scary clownslap quick a ho to the groundtrap quick a nesquickit's toothless and bought slickand teethless gummingand fight of the bummingand tight of the tuningfour forty is flounderingtwo twenty is astounderingI've always had a deep respectand I mean that most sincerely To sleep perchance to dreamof cheerleaders and hookersand absyinthe with creamfrom the udders of onlookers To rap and drape with thumbs on a Tetris keyringbecause Casey's at batto know the despite all, the one thingis the stink of tube pumped strat to wallow in the mire or to stare at the freeway carswhile the world devolves into jihadi fodderto lie in the gutter and stare at the starswith their plastique gazes and botulism eyelidsdrolled and rolled by the great pharma machinethat spews forth artificial happinesswhile those that smoke crack do the timeand those that do valium aren't witnesses to the crimeas the clock of death ticks pedantically towards our doom and the children of Jesus wallow like carnies huckstering their waresupon a corpulent populace without a care as we gaze into our plasma screens that assault us with nascar and wwf and cnn scrolls of the misery of the human existenceand from the bloody carwreck that is life, we cannot avert our stare in a land where the meaning of life is debated by puffery and druffery by tired puffy old {censored}s who share a staggering lack of humanistic insight, whose eyes no longer carry the light. To sleep, perchance to acquireon the freak show ride of zero down no interestto buy and hoard and have corrupt souls writhe in the fire of the hell that is of our own making. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Members dan-o-guitar Posted November 5, 2006 Members Share Posted November 5, 2006 Originally posted by RoboPimp Bummer man. You stepped in the lentils. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members fatbackribs Posted November 5, 2006 Members Share Posted November 5, 2006 "Jimi Hendrix pissed on that amp" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Members RoboPimp Posted November 8, 2006 Author Members Share Posted November 8, 2006 I'M SO BORED! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members dan-o-guitar Posted November 8, 2006 Members Share Posted November 8, 2006 Originally posted by RoboPimp I'M SO BORED! Shut up Vivian. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members DonaldDemon Posted November 8, 2006 Members Share Posted November 8, 2006 Originally posted by book_of_lies777 sometimes this place makes you feel like: :D NIce. F*k me Jesus. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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