<steps into Endy's spot and KEEPS the Stones tickets>
What's this line for, anyway? Confession?
Setanta wrote:I meant, does you want tobaccy or wacky-tobaccy . . . sheesh . . .
Wacky and free like me. Where does this line go anyway?
That's what I've been tryin' to find out ever since I found the dang thing.
First I heard it was free grilled cheese sammiches, then I heard we get to beat up a fat guy, then I heard that it was god, but he showed up and said he was at the end of the line, but I still saw the line snaking around behind him, so he must not have really been god...sheesh, it goes all the way down the block, around the corner...I been standing here for a day and a half now...we've moved about a half a mile down the street and I still don't see the front of it yet...
I hope it's grilled cheese sammiches.
I heard it was the line to the back of the line. But thats just what I heard.
Oooh, now that would be cool. Mind bending, even...
I think it is a line of demarcation, seperating us sane folk from Kicky.
Oh come on, old man, you know you're just as nuts as me, just in a different way.
Now where the hell did I put my pants?
<starts chasing butterfly>
Hey, You guys even kind of look the same. Look at the avitars right next to eachother.
<catches pants, realizes they aren't pants at all, but shewolf's girdle, sniffs the girdle, tosses it in the air, returns to line, waiting, whistling...>
Amigo wrote:Hey, You guys even kind of look the same. Look at the avitars right next to eachother.
That's just crazy talk. He doesn't have a scrotum-like cleft chin like I do.
Hey, The lines starting to move...wait..no..F**k.What were we talking?
I still think Kicky's avatar has two sort of strange boobs. I try not to look...
Gus, yes, gus, what can I say. A crusty sort of fellow quite smart underneath all the accretions, but, so?
The line. Maybe it's our draft number...
Hell no, empty beer cans, dried up bread, spliff butts?
Where's the coffee?
Kicky does have a scrotum-like cleft chin..
I just talked to a freind who is in this line on 33rd street, that is 8 miles from here. He said he has been in line for a week now, and that he can see the line bends down Gothem street and goes for another 4 miles at least.
Ummm, hey god!!! I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing with me here, but I am none too happy holding the "losing" lottery ticket this morning!
Toying with me this way is just sick, I tell ya. Just plain sick!
<steps back in line>
