Setanta wrote:I is done had vision problems, Li'l' Kay, and since i use a 'puter at work, i usually ain't up to the eye strain of doin' it at night on-line . . . but the girl was pickin' on me, so i had to come fer a little while . . .
Eye strain? Oh no. Are your eyes gonna be ok?????
farmerman wrote:ci-being banned , very cool. Like Brando before he got fat, and went nuts.
Im so friggin cool, Im goin out to the HOME DEPOT right now, gonna fling my cash on a drawknofe, yeh, Im gonna get me one a them bad boys, and then learn how to use it so I dont cut my legs off.
NOT CuTTIN ONES LEGS OFF with power tools, also very cool.
I missed this post before.
Very, very cool, farmerman!
justa_babbling_brooke wrote:Crazielady - you are most certainly at the top of the "cool" list, IMO.
As for me - not cool at all.
Thanks Brooke!!
You're definitely cool in my book!!
If coolness is rated on the ability to enlighten, brighten and tighten a message board then both dlowan and msolga are heap cool.
Joe(Almost midnight in Melbourne)Nation
If showing up on page 16 is cool, then I must be even cooler than Joe.
Geez...I go away for a week and you guys totally forget about me.....
I must not be cool.
That's okay. I'll sit over in the "hot" corner with the Prince.
I was "cool" at one time not long ago; I was in Antarctica. LOL
We are the uncool, the party crashers, the uncharming.
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
An that goes double fer me.
If you're uncool, edgar, then I wanna be uncool, too.
Edgar is our "uncool beatnik" that crashes the cool party guitar in hand and all the cool chicks sit in a circle with dreamy looks undressing him with their eyes while their boyfriends glower in the background with beers in hand thinking about gym class where they'll get even.
pan(Joe Nation Academy graduate)zade
The majority has it; the uncool are the coolest.
That's right, that's right. We bad.
panzade wrote:Edgar is our "uncool beatnik" that crashes the cool party guitar in hand and all the cool chicks sit in a circle with dreamy looks undressing him with their eyes while their boyfriends glower in the background with beers in hand thinking about gym class where they'll get even.
pan(Joe Nation Academy graduate)zade
Nice one, panzade! I was even tempted to edit it.
(old joke...Joe will appreciate)
I appreciate any kind words. I had to work today - got paged twice.
Quote:panzade wrote:
Edgar is our "uncool beatnik" that crashes the cool party guitar in hand and all the cool chicks sit in a circle with dreamy looks undressing him with their eyes while their boyfriends glower in the background with beers in hand thinking about gym class where they'll get even.
pan(Joe Nation Academy graduate)zade
I just hope Panzade enjoyed his beer as much as I enjoyed his cool girlfriend.
Joe(uh, oh, was that an uncool thing to say?)Nation
What about coldfire everyones got to know about coldfire.
Joe Nation wrote:I just hope Panzade enjoyed his beer as much as I enjoyed his cool girlfriend.
You little sh*t. Just for that I'm gonna give you the mother of all nougies
Dear Coach Burns:
Joe will not be attending gym for the near future due to personal reasons.
(signed)
Mrs. Nation
whew
Joe(why did I have to pick that locker in the corner?)Nation
Joe Nation and Panzade squaring off in the gymnasium would be a battle of epic proportions.
edgarblythe wrote:That's right, that's right. We bad.
:: sits close , batting eyes ::
> siiiiiiigh<
you are so poetic!
Can I join the uncools? Uncool is cool.
