I don't rightly know, Brent.
But you're a winner in my book.
I swear that I am not this random. There were two other posts and now they're gone, so my post looks orphaned and nonsensical... moreso than usual, that is.
Jade, you're a winner in my book, even if you make up random posts to talk to yourself.
LOL.
I guess Brent "The pookah" is my six foot tall rabbit.
Or perhaps your volleyball?LOL.
I guess Brent "The pookah" is my six foot tall rabbit.
That movie inspired me to befriend, and eventually make lovers out of my own sportswear.
Skeld, Nameless, Tarren, Jack... you guys were born winners. Even if you lost something you'd just be winning the losing game.
Fear not. He won. When you win, you too will move on. Anyone seen Logan's Run?Should we be worried? Where did Brent go?
Search party!
CAROUSEL!
Yoda8myhead, you too are a winner.
Even if you lost something you'd just be winning the losing game.Hey, I've played that game.
Good times... good ti-- uh... dude. Your palm flower has turned black, so it's Lastday for you.
You've got a date with a laser.
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Even if you lost something you'd just be winning the losing game.Hey, I've played that game.Good times... good ti-- uh... dude. Your palm flower has turned black, so it's Lastday for you.
You've got a date with a laser.
What, that?
No, that's just a bit of ink I spilled earlier.
Let me just go to the restroom and wash it off...
:runs:
What, that?No, that's just a bit of ink I spilled earlier.
Let me just go to the restroom and wash it off...
:runs:
<G>
My mistake.
Hey, there's a big cheese grater looking robot rolling this way. Saying something about plankton. Is he looking for you?
You know who's a winner? Carlos Santana. And he don't intend on losing again.
You know, from now on, whenever I enter an empty room, I am going to say, "I don't rightly know, Brent. But you're a winner in my book."
You know who's a winner? Carlos Santana. And he don't intend on losing again.
Over the course of a couple months, Santana seemed to only rarely leave our house when I was a tot. Although it was a bit communal, and at least eight people lived there, my mother's boyfriend was a drug dealer and he was partial to having rockers over for company. I remember only one conversation with Carlos clearly. We were at the kitchen table, and he talked about the stained glass that another resident had made by hand, and suggested I try and make some with him.
My mother had a picture of me, at age two, being fed cheese by Ken Kesey while sitting on his lap. Probably during the time he was following the Dead around, but I'm not sure.
My mother was the right hand woman for (the late) Bob Stickel and his talent agency, and I spent most of my time around creative artists who were perhaps a bit detached from reality. In spite of it all, I survived to adulthood and now I'm here and boring you all with anecdotes.
Oh BTW, Here's the best incidental shot-in-the-ass scene ever.
What a shriek on that guy, huh?
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You know who's a winner? Carlos Santana. And he don't intend on losing again.Over the course of a couple months, Santana seemed to only rarely leave our house when I was a tot. Although it was a bit communal, and at least eight people lived there, my mother's boyfriend was a drug dealer and he was partial to having rockers over for company. I remember only one conversation with Carlos clearly. We were at the kitchen table, and he talked about the stained glass that another resident had made by hand, and suggested I try and make some with him.
My mother had a picture of me, at age two, being fed cheese by Ken Kesey while sitting on his lap. Probably during the time he was following the Dead around, but I'm not sure.
My mother was the right hand woman for (the late) Bob Stickel and his talent agency, and I spent most of my time around creative artists who were perhaps a bit detached from reality. In spite of it all, I survived to adulthood and now I'm here and boring you all with anecdotes.
Oh BTW, Here's the best incidental shot-in-the-ass scene ever.
What a shriek on that guy, huh?
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whoa. the coolest story I have that's music related (or any kind of celebrity at all really), is that one time my grandfather had Johnny Cash over to hang out and he ended up playing a bit. oh, and my dad brought me home a signed Jonas album that he asked for at a poker game. It's got my name on it and everything. when a rocker tells you to keep on rocking, you listen to the man!
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whoa. the coolest story I have that's music related (or any kind of celebrity at all really), is that one time my grandfather had Johnny Cash over to hang out and he ended up playing a bit. oh, and my dad brought me home a signed Jonas album that he asked for at a poker game.
Johnny Cash over to the house? Yeah, that kinda trumps a baked Santana in his underwear talking about all the pretty colors.
You know, from now on, whenever I enter an empty room, I am going to say, "I don't rightly know, Brent. But you're a winner in my book."I'm going to say it while getting in an elevator with random people.
Those are... GREAT.
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I swear that I am not this random. There were two other posts and now they're gone, so my post looks orphaned and nonsensical... moreso than usual, that is.
I think the post got moved to the website forum instead of customer service while you were replying and that is why your responce is here, but his post isn't
-the cap
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whoa. the coolest story I have that's music related (or any kind of celebrity at all really), is that one time my grandfather had Johnny Cash over to hang out and he ended up playing a bit. oh, and my dad brought me home a signed Jonas album that he asked for at a poker game.Johnny Cash over to the house? Yeah, that kinda trumps a baked Santana in his underwear talking about all the pretty colors.
ya, it woulda been if it had happened after i was born...
I swear that I am not this random. There were two other posts and now they're gone, so my post looks orphaned and nonsensical... moreso than usual, that is.I think the post got moved to the website forum instead of customer service while you were replying and that is why your responce is here, but his post isn't
-the cap
Well Brent had a post asking if he had won.
Then I posted afterwards.
Then he posted again, in response to my post.
And now... only my response stands.
::A tumbleweed blows past::
This place is gettin' scary, man.
Johnny Cash over to the house? Yeah, that kinda trumps a baked Santana in his underwear talking about all the pretty colors.Mmm... baked Santana.
You guys are lucky, though. The only musician who ever came to MY place was Shania Twain. I wasn't there at the time, and it's probably best that way.
I like to sprinkle oregano and a little garlic salt on top, myself.
As for Shania...
"Shania Twain Savagely Mauled By Bear At Home Of Gamer. No Bear Found."
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Johnny Cash over to the house? Yeah, that kinda trumps a baked Santana in his underwear talking about all the pretty colors.Mmm... baked Santana.
You guys are lucky, though. The only musician who ever came to MY place was Shania Twain. I wasn't there at the time, and it's probably best that way.
I like to sprinkle oregano and a little garlic salt on top, myself.
As for Shania...
"Shania Twain Savagely Mauled By Bear At Home Of Gamer. No Bear Found."
hehe. or, were I writing that article (given that i don't hate her as much):
"Missing celebrity found. Shania Twain, missing for 3 years, was found last evening locked in the basement of a local residence. When released, she had this to say: 'They, they kept making me play the bard. I...I just wanted to swing the greataxe once, but they wouldn't let me. The water...so cold...'. Mrs Twain was found thanks to an anonymous tip when an attentive neighbor heard her rendition of inspire courage at 2AM the previous morning. The boys are apparently 'gamers', and required Mrs Twain to act out all her moves 'for realism', they claim."
I swear that I am not this random. There were two other posts and now they're gone, so my post looks orphaned and nonsensical... moreso than usual, that is.I think the post got moved to the website forum instead of customer service while you were replying and that is why your responce is here, but his post isn't
-the cap
Well Brent had a post asking if he had won.
Then I posted afterwards.
Then he posted again, in response to my post.
And now... only my response stands.
::A tumbleweed blows past::
This place is gettin' scary, man.
You just keep waiting for that high-five, man.
RPG Superstar 2009 Top 8
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Johnny Cash over to the house? Yeah, that kinda trumps a baked Santana in his underwear talking about all the pretty colors.Mmm... baked Santana.
You guys are lucky, though. The only musician who ever came to MY place was Shania Twain. I wasn't there at the time, and it's probably best that way.
The Cowboy Junkies popped by my apartment looking for something to smoke a couple weeks after they won the Juno. We had a poster of them up in the bathroom and the drummer saw it while taking a crap. Okay, well what do you expect. I'm Canadian.
"Thank you Masked Man!"
I missed so many good posts while off burying that body. Anybody need a copy of The Watchtower? I have... like a briefcase full.
We're all winners.
And Soylent Green is PEOPLE!! Don't you understand???
::Freezes, mid bite, with a verdant wafer in his mouth.::
Uh... yeah. 'course. And they're tasty as all get out to boot!
::Resumes his ardent mastication.::
My cat's breath smells like cat food.
That is chilling.
You'd be surprised how often these ethereal bear attacks happen back home. We all carry bear repellant these days. Clearly, Shania was not so savvy.
I'm quite grabby, myself. Honorary Ursa.
"Missing celebrity found. Shania Twain, missing for 3 years, was found last evening locked in the basement of a local residence. When released, she had this to say: 'They, they kept making me play the bard. I...I just wanted to swing the greataxe once, but they wouldn't let me. The water...so cold...'. Mrs Twain was found thanks to an anonymous tip when an attentive neighbor heard her rendition of inspire courage at 2AM the previous morning. The boys are apparently 'gamers', and required Mrs Twain to act out all her moves 'for realism', they claim."
Now that is funny.
You just keep waiting for that high-five, man.
Yep. Those chicks living in the nest atop my unwavering palm held aloft just flew off for green birdfeeders. I'm so alone.
The Cowboy Junkies popped by my apartment looking for something to smoke a couple weeks after they won the Juno. We had a poster of them up in the bathroom and the drummer saw it while taking a crap. Okay, well what do you expect. I'm Canadian.
What a great story. And with such a crisp and absurd visual... the drummer in full squat mesmirized by his own poster pose, thinking, "This is surreal."
Cato, you are a winner too! Unlike the game, everyone is a winner in this thread.
THEY ALL WIN DOWN HERE! >:)
wait...beck the singer, or beck the anime?.Cato, you are a winner too! Unlike the game, everyone is a winner in this thread.Unlike Beck, kessukoofah is a winner.
Beck the Jeff!
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wait...beck the singer, or beck the anime? 'cuz there was some decent music in that anime, and if i am a winner compared to that, then it's like double the awesome.Cato, you are a winner too! Unlike the game, everyone is a winner in this thread.Unlike Beck, kessukoofah is a winner.
Sadly, you are only as big a winner as the singer is a loser.
Beck.
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Sadly, you are only as big a winner as the singer is a loser.
Beck.
I can never, ever hear that song without thinking of Weird Al.
I have no clue who that is, but shall assume that it is evem more awesome. just because.Beck the Jeff!wait...beck the singer, or beck the anime?.Cato, you are a winner too! Unlike the game, everyone is a winner in this thread.Unlike Beck, kessukoofah is a winner.
You know, Jeff Beck, like, y'know... Jeff Beck.