what's that noise coming from the hole in the wood?

[star blue]

what could it be?

[Shea]

termites?

[star blue]

hehehe, no. nice guess, though.

[imthefoolonthehill]

its my active imagniation running through your brain stem.

[star blue]

hehe, that'll never do. keep up the good work.

[crisaor]

The "lost" weapons of mass destruction, perhaps?

[star blue]

no, but we'll find em, crisaor.

ok guys, tofuti break!

[atiguhya padma]

Is it oo?

[Lara]

A noise, such as bad singing, coming from the mouth, which is the hole, from a guy named Wood.

OR

Something quoted from a piece of literature but I just can't find it.

*shrug*

[star blue]

ha ha, that's not it either . . . c'mon, you have to imagineer it!

it's all about having fun.

[subterranean]

something to do with the cuckoo bird?

[star blue]

that's a good one, but . . . no.

[subterranean]

is it coming from you...tree man ?

Show your self!

[star blue]

think of thom yorke and you may . . . may . . . get it right.

good luck!

[subterranean]

If this is a game...then what's in it for me?

[star blue]

you'll get mad props from star blue.

[star blue]

c'mon, what's that noise comin outta the hole in the wood?

[subterranean]

mad props from Star Blue..?

and who are you again?

Ok, the cukcoo bird's fart

[star blue]

I'm an old, old soul.

[subterranean]

Is my last guess right? Or do i need to figure another answer for your fooly question?

[star blue]

I'm blue, that's why I listen to the blues.

[Lara]

Okay Star Blue, you wanted some imagination, you are going to be sorry, this is pretty sappy. I just made it up on a whim. I'm jist tryin te av a wee bit o fun, aye.
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The family lounged quietly in the sitting room, Dad smoking a pipe in his large easy chair, Mama in her rocking chair, knitting a sweater, and little Jenny reading quietly from a book, while the flames danced gently and smoke wisped up the fireplace flue. Little Jenny's reading was perturbed when she heard, just faintly, a small noise. She got up from her cosy place by the fire, stepped gingerly toward the wall from whence she heard the sound, and noticed a small hole. "Mama" she asked, " what's that noise coming from the hole in the wood?" Mama stopped rocking, looked over at Jenny and toward the wall where she was looking, all the while, not missing a stitch in her knitting. "What hole dear?" Mama replied. Jenny pointed toward a hole, about the size of a dime, near the floor, in which she heard a scratching, scuttering noise. Mama set down her knitting, got up from the chair, and joined Jenny in her position to observe the hole in the wall with the scuttering noise. Mama and Jenny stood there, staring, waiting for something to appear. The noise stopped, Mama and Jenny looked at each other, back at the hole, then, just as they were going to turn away, a little gray head popped out with black eyes studying them. The head became a body, and the body a tail, as it dropped the short distance to the floor. It scampered quickly between the girls and they screamed and ran around the room in hysterics, finally removing Dad from his easy chair. He picked up the poker for the logs on the fire and searched the room for the mouse that had wreaked havoc on their quiet evening. Mama and Jenny had placed themselves on top of the coffee table in the center of the room, looking around wildly for the vile creature. Mama screamed, "It ran into my knitting bag!" She got down off the table, desperate to save the sweater she laboured over. Dad also made his way toward the bag, poker in hand, ready to strike. Mama gasped as Dad swung at the bag and the knitting she poured her heart and soul into. The bag fell over and the mouse scampered out, unscathed.

Samson became tired of the ruckus and decided to lift his head to see what all the commotion was about. Jenny had left her place from beside him near the fire and was perched atop a table, Mama was yelling at Dad for swinging at her precious sweater, and a mouse was headed right toward him. His senses came alive. His eyes were large and black, his whiskers perked forward, and a huge paw came barreling down on the mouse as it tried to pass him, killing it instantly. He released it as Dad came over, patted him on the head, muttering, “good boy Samson,”picked it up and discarded it out the door. Samson resumed his position, as did the family, Dad deciding that tomorrow he would fill that hole.
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I hope you will eventually tell us your answer. Thanks for the fun and imaginary stimulation during these long, cold winter months.

Lara

[star blue]

the answer is it's a guitar . . . but what's the point now?

[subterranean]

Lara, you must know that you should never took his words seriously

[sloegin]

sub,
What's your aversion to drowning in your own vomit?

The happiest moment of my life, was spent in a pool of it. I only wish I died that day; it has been downhill ever since.

[fayefaye]

How can a noise be a guitar?

Hm...Is it really wise for me to question how well your questions are worded? Guess not... ah well.

[Shea]

Why be intrument prejudiced? You know it could also be a harp, or a cello for that matter. Violin, clarinet, piano, ...

[star blue]

no, it's a guitar. so you haven't heard that dead milkmen song? 'she says, "what's that sound / coming out of the hole in the wood?"'

'it's the guitar!'

[another stupid mistake on my part]

[Shea]

Sorry, never even heard of "dead milkmen".

[sloegin]

With classics such as: Gorilla Girl, *****in' Camero, Takin' Retards to the Zoo, Junkie, you've just got to know who they are.

starblue, what song is that from? I only have Big Lizard..., and don't recall it in there.

[star blue]

it's called 'the guitar song' and it's on beelzebubba. it's an album that is just packed full of hits.

[star blue]

heh, 'takin retards to the zoo' is one of my all-time favorite dead milkmen songs.

[Shea]

Funny, I told my husband about this thread and he couldn't believe I didn't know who they were.

[subterranean]

Originally posted by sloegin
sub,
What's your aversion to drowning in your own vomit?

The happiest moment of my life, was spent in a pool of it. I only wish I died that day; it has been downhill ever since.

Sloegin, you mean "vomit" as in the literary definition...?
Really huh?

Actually to me it's more like a reminder, so I don't said too much gibberish. cheap words are like the vomit coming out of yor mouth and if you said too much **** in your life, one day your face would be drowned there, in the pool of your own vomit.


And star blue...next time please post a more constructive question!

[sloegin]

Vomit as in: puke, bile, tossing your cookies, etc.

[sloegin]

Good answer.