Ah HAH. We've weeded out the woman imposter!! -
It's Kevinella. Nice job, Classic.
Ah HAH. We've weeded out the woman imposter!! -
It's Kevinella. Nice job, Classic.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Damn you.....Originally Posted by a_little_wisp
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
Yessss high fives! I mean...props? (I mean that awkward thing guys do with their hands)
??
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Ah, but at least blokes do it honestly - my kids crack up with the finger-pull fart. Not like those sneaky girls who quietly let off a stinker then try to blame the dog!
Yes indeed, a great pair of legs takes all sorts of beating. (Says he married to a dancer....I gotcha, Poetic, I gotcha.But you know, its the legs for me.
)
*splutter*
A brain? God no! Those ones have their brain attached to their mouth and they talk! No, a lobotomy is an ideal trait in a woman.
The high five slap is a tough one to learn.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
No it's not! Look at each other's elbows and just give 'er. You'll never miss, guaranteed. Try it!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
As long as it is attached to a curvy female body?
Even though it is "boys-only" thread here, could I address the girls in this thread please?
What are you doing?
I am a little embarrassed that some (will not name names but I am sure they know who they are) are claiming to be men and post in this thread pretending to be men! That is very disappointing.
Why, oh, why would anyone to pretend to be men? Want to be a man?
We have to give it to the guys that even if occassionally they post in the Coffee thread, none of them come in high heels and say things like "Why do my nails keek chipping? Should I have caramel or light blond highlights? Does my bum look big in this?"
I might even propose that those who have made that unfortunate choice get banned from the "girls-only" thread for a week or so!
~
"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
I hope I wasn't pretending to be a guy... I think it was obvious I was just a girl wanting to talk about guy things
guy talk is more fun than girl talk sometimes.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
That is really cool Mono!!!!!Fight Song for the Men of LitNet
by mono
Kindly, gentlemen, of the LitNet, lend me your ears,
Even you, our Creator Admin, and hold up your beers,
For a time has come that we keep our thread alive,
And we, the men of LitNet, will surely survive!
Come Atheist, Virgil, JBI, Brian, and kilted alike,
And bazarov, and Silas, and Taliesen, we can do as we like,
And we can speak in masculine tones that we connive,
For we, the men of LitNet, shall certainly survive!
Come skib, Lokasenna, and crisaor we cannot forget,
And Comedian and Aimus, we can do like we shall never regret,
And librarius and NikolaiI, let us make this our testosterone hive,
Since we, the men of LitNet, can definitely survive!
In other places, we can speak of literature and poetry,
Or of religion, or quotations, and even philosophy;
Here we may collect and let our manlyhood drive,
Hence we, the men of LitNet, do indeed survive!
Let us roar, and boast, and brag of sounds from our orfices,
And fantasize of secretaries working in our offices,
Since our endowed competitiveness cannot let this thread dive,
Because we, the men of LitNet, are to survive!
We can argue and parade of our various sports,
And leave the women to volleyball and tennis courts,
Yet as the very best we can always strive,
But we, the men of LitNet, come here to survive!
So hold up your ales, your lagers, and I’ll have my porter,
Since among we men, we can have no hoarder;
Bless us with a “Cheers!” as we have brought this to life,
For we, the men of LitNet, will of course survive!
*shakes fist in the air, with a vegetarian hotdog in the other hand*Found myself punching the air along with it and i'm not even a man!
Ok for all the "men" in this thread... you all asked for it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lUjhEHlh7s
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
So... Does this come with a manly dance routine? Testosterone hive, indeed.Fight Song for the Men of LitNet
by mono
Kindly, gentlemen, of the LitNet, lend me your ears,
Even you, our Creator Admin, and hold up your beers,
For a time has come that we keep our thread alive,
And we, the men of LitNet, will surely survive!
Come Atheist, Virgil, JBI, Brian, and kilted alike,
And bazarov, and Silas, and Taliesen, we can do as we like,
And we can speak in masculine tones that we connive,
For we, the men of LitNet, shall certainly survive!
Come skib, Lokasenna, and crisaor we cannot forget,
And Comedian and Aimus, we can do like we shall never regret,
And librarius and NikolaiI, let us make this our testosterone hive,
Since we, the men of LitNet, can definitely survive!
In other places, we can speak of literature and poetry,
Or of religion, or quotations, and even philosophy;
Here we may collect and let our manlyhood drive,
Hence we, the men of LitNet, do indeed survive!
Let us roar, and boast, and brag of sounds from our orfices,
And fantasize of secretaries working in our offices,
Since our endowed competitiveness cannot let this thread dive,
Because we, the men of LitNet, are to survive!
We can argue and parade of our various sports,
And leave the women to volleyball and tennis courts,
Yet as the very best we can always strive,
But we, the men of LitNet, come here to survive!
So hold up your ales, your lagers, and I’ll have my porter,
Since among we men, we can have no hoarder;
Bless us with a “Cheers!” as we have brought this to life,
For we, the men of LitNet, will of course survive!
*shakes fist in the air, with a vegetarian hotdog in the other hand*
Mono, you are officially brilliant!
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
There might be a few who would.
mono -- awesome poem, I plan to read it again the next time I have to hit the head.
To the rest of the men: I offer us to reflect on one of life's great pleasures. The pleasure of which I speak, of course, is drinking cold beer in the shower. Now, if you have not had the wherewithal to crack open a cold Budweiser (or brew of choice) before reaching for that bar of Ivory soap, then you are missing out.
In undergrad, drinking beer in the shower was so popular, that we had a miniature refrigerator well socked with the cheapest brew from the cheapest liquor store next to the toilet.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to shower up before I go to work.
Good Hunting!
Last edited by The Comedian; 04-13-2009 at 08:53 AM.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Really?
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
"In undergrad, drinking beer in the shower was so popular, that we had a miniature refrigerator well socked with the cheapest brew from the cheapest liquor store next to the toilet. "
"Really?"
I expect they poured it straight in, just to cut out the middle man.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
This ought to be published...Fight Song for the Men of LitNet
by mono
Kindly, gentlemen, of the LitNet, lend me your ears,
Even you, our Creator Admin, and hold up your beers,
For a time has come that we keep our thread alive,
And we, the men of LitNet, will surely survive!
......
So hold up your ales, your lagers, and I’ll have my porter,
Since among we men, we can have no hoarder;
Bless us with a “Cheers!” as we have brought this to life,
For we, the men of LitNet, will of course survive!
*shakes fist in the air, with a vegetarian hotdog in the other hand*
What thread am I missing out on here?
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
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