Pull the choke out, Setanta, and open up the pattern ... and toss out a rapid succession 3 or 4 shot spray across an arc of about 120 degrees. Clears a room real good, as long as you've got an auto-loader or a pump. Tears hell outta the drywall, though. Be ready for some heavy-duty patching.
got a bucket a mud i can borry?
I can see the porno now: "The Virgin of Perpetual Yessiree!" Complete with buck shot and money shots a-plenty!
Setanta wrote:When i was a child, as a part of the system, we were obliged to take canned goods to the "Sisters of Charity" because of their vow of poverty and to show just how much we were just insanely in love with Jesus and all his "brides." It used to really frost my nuts--my grandparents operated a truck garden, in every sense of the term, except that we did not sell it, we used it to feed ourselves and gave away a good deal of the rest to relations and the less well-off in town. I worked my ass off in that garden--i had a grudge against the Mistresses of Pain in the first place, and the thought that they would be eating those green beans i had sweated over was just too much for me. They never once got any of the cucumbers which i grew, and those were grown to win prizes, which they always did--and usually the first prize. I'd have mashed them all into the compost heap before i'd have let those bitches get one of my lovingly-tended beauties.
wow Boss - such anger! yer balls yeally frosted
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C.I., how does one know that a virgin is a woman?
Virgin of Perpetual Yesseriee...
Timber, Setanta, and Cav., love your theology. I won't mnd Hell so much if you will be there with me. Between "ouches" there should be a lot of laughs...righteous laughs.
Naw, Husker, i got over it a long time ago . . . i don't have to associate with that lot any more, so there's no residual resentment. This thread asks about being irked, though, so i thought i'd drop that piece of baggage off here.
JL, the other good thing is, there'll be so many of us in Ol' Nick's camp, that the hours should be relatively short . . .
Oh my Gosh boss - don't you remember that Robin Williams movie - when he was in Hell, climbing, wallering, and stagering in the bodies?
Never seen it, Boss . . .
Husker, the link works, but your minor spelling error makes the title hilarious!
Ah yes, i do remember having heard of it . . .
To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream,
Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil . . .
Snakeshit
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Set. Snakeshit? I prefer Shakemyspear.
The Williams film was trying to be allegorical but it became involved in such sticky sweet sentimentality as to make one cry for the screenwriter's execution. Much preferred the surealism of "The Cell," except when the screen started sprouting leaves and flowers like some poorly designed Hallmark greeting card.
boss - man you got like all that memorized er what?
I kind like snakeshit to snakepit
Aww, husker, it was funnier the first time 'What Dreams My Come'...oh well.
LW, I had mixed feelings about 'The Cell'. J-Lo was annoying, but the concept was good. It reminded me of a menu that looks good on paper and then comes out half-baked on the plate.
"For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?
Forsooth please scratch my ass, I've got a boil...
I never thought that death would ever be
so much like real life, oh, more fool me!"
The dream sequences were dynamite, the reality story line just another serial killer clone movie. It did have some suspense with the sequence borrowed from "The Drowning Pool."
Husker, there is every likelihood that there are errors in that quote i posted . . . i don't memorize things, i'm just blessed/cursed with an enormous memory . . . saves a lotta time though, as i usually either don't need to google stuff, or know exactly where to go to find it . . .
No errors boss, cept breaking up the iambic pentameter, and forgetting that line about the boil
LW, I agree, the dream sequences were pretty amazing. The reality story again, pretty standard fare.
That is one thing that does irk me about moviemakes who propagandize their religion in films. Cecil B. Demille's Biblical epics are fun to watch as camp but they are ultimately childish interpretations of the Bible. He certainly does play up the sexual content of the Bible but that's the only adult content and it's even pretty tame. The orgy scene in "The Ten Commandments" is so sterilized that Moses might as well have said, "You don't deserve these Commandments, you can't even throw a decent party."
Then there was John Hustons miserably failed "The Bible" which was dull enough to make one yawn during the first reel.
