Last post wins!

[baileyn45]

Last post

Do I win a pizza or something else good?

Well, if you win we all get peach cobbler

Add some ice cream and I might surrender.

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

I still see it.

You do know that if that's the light you see after the train wreck then maybe you haven't been very good.

That is because I want titties and beer!

 

[baileyn45]

I still see it.

You do know that if that's the light you see after the train wreck then maybe you haven't been very good.

That is because I want titties and beer!

Yeah! Otherwise known as breakfast of champions! I still miss Frank.

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

Yeah! Otherwise known as breakfast of champions! I still miss Frank.

Yea, Zappa did a lot.

But if you stay in the dungeon, you MAY get caught.



Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in

 

[Michelle420]

I guess they love us

 

[baileyn45]

Yeah! Otherwise known as breakfast of champions! I still miss Frank.

Yea, Zappa did a lot.

But if you stay in the dungeon, you MAY get caught.



Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in

It's funny, to this day my oldest buddy and I can still sing Apostrophe word for word, cover to cover. It might have something to do with the 10,000 times we had it cranked in his basement.

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

Yeah! Otherwise known as breakfast of champions! I still miss Frank.

Yea, Zappa did a lot.

But if you stay in the dungeon, you MAY get caught.



Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in

It's funny, to this day my oldest buddy and I can still sing Apostrophe word for word, cover to cover. It might have something to do with the 10,000 times we had it cranked in his basement.

Yea, I love that album, but I'm afraid I must apply the excentrifugal forz on you.

 

[baileyn45]

Yeah! Otherwise known as breakfast of champions! I still miss Frank.

Yea, Zappa did a lot.

But if you stay in the dungeon, you MAY get caught.



Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in

It's funny, to this day my oldest buddy and I can still sing Apostrophe word for word, cover to cover. It might have something to do with the 10,000 times we had it cranked in his basement.

Yea, I love that album, but I'm afraid I must apply the excentrifugal forz on you.

Don't make me start whippin on you with a lead filled snow shoe.

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

History is about to be made...

This is the last post.

 

[Yarddog]

History is about to be made...

This is the last post.

Well we are here to learn History! or else we will have to repeat it!

 

[April]

 

[baileyn45]

Zyzzyva

Hah, I now have the official last word.

Zyzzyva: The newest last word in the Oxford English Dictionary, explained

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

Zyzzyva

Hah, I now have the official last word.

Zyzzyva: The newest last word in the Oxford English Dictionary, explained

That's evil! I mean weevils.

 

[Yarddog]

Zyzzyva

Hah, I now have the official last word.

Zyzzyva: The newest last word in the Oxford English Dictionary, explained

That's evil! I mean weevils.

Well don't let the Weevils get you down,

 

[baileyn45]

Weevils wovvle but they don't fall down!

Zyzzyva

Hah, I now have the official last word.

Zyzzyva: The newest last word in the Oxford English Dictionary, explained

That's evil! I mean weevils.

Well don't let the Weevils get you down,


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Weevils wovvle but they don't fall down!

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

We vil' overcome.

 

[Yarddog]

We vil' overcome.

Kinda reminds me of that "Wevil Mania " thing they had back in the 60s

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

Yay San Jose!

 

[Yarddog]

Yay San Jose!

god, they are terrible

 

[QuickHitCurepon]

Yay San Jose!

god, they are terrible

Why don't you stick around? I can play some more Weevils songs!



Good thing I don't know how to do autoplay or we can't have it.