Last Word the II, son of Last Word.

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I love you Mrs.A

Absconded with the pizza.

Whew! I thought I might lose while the board was down again.



!!!!!!!!

"Burn The Witch"

Holding hands
Skipping like a stone
On our way
To see what we have done
The first to speak
Is the first to lie
The children cross
Their hearts & hope to die

Bite your tongue
Swear to keep your mouth shut

Ask yourself
Will i burn in Hell?
Then write it down
& cast it in the well
There they are
The mob it cries for blood
To twist the tale
Into fire wood
Fan the flames
With a little lie
Then turn your cheek
Until the fire dies
The skin it peels
Like the truth, away
What it was
I will never say...

Bite your tongue, swear to keep
Keep your mouth shut
Make up something
Make up something good...

Holding hands
Skipping like a stone
Burn the witch
Burn to ash & bone

Queens Of The Stone Age

with LOVE in a LAP DANCE

Did somebody say 'lap dance'?

ROBIN HOOD DAFFY
(Jones-1958)

Oh, join up with me,
So joyous and free,
And away to old Sherwood, hie !
For I'm Robin Hood,
And I'm very good,
At avoiding the Sheriff's eye.
So, we'll trip along merrily
O'er the green swards so gracefully
To trip and trip and trip and trip and trip it up and down
To trip and trip and trip and trip and---trip it trip it trip it trip it trip it.

[Big splash]
Sooo, triiip it uuuup,
Aaaaaand doooown......!!

YOIKS! And awaaaaay!

I've seen bold knights, dropping down like flies,
I've seen kings, rolling in the mire,
I've seen God, point the finger of doom to our foes.
I have fought in the holiest wars,
I have smashed, some of the holiest jaws.
I've been jailed, been impaled, and been dragged through the world.
One thing, I have learned through these years,
Is that no man, should be stricken with fear.
It should be that he walks with no care in the world.
So my friends, who are gathered today,
Hear this clear, for I'll not further say.
That no man, shall cause me to take up arms again.

Jesus Tap Dancin' Christ!

I've been away from home a week. And here in the city of brotherly love, known as Philadelphia PA, there is this cute fucking bartender named 'Juanita' working the frakkin' bar. I'll just let that name and your imagination run with it from there, except to say that she's a 10.5/10. I mean, fuckin' movie star quality.

I need some pussy, stat.

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck. If I'd a thought of it earlier, this might have been a great opportunity for a Cheeky/Marso Philly meet up. A couple of drinks and a couple of laughs. She's form the city of brotherly love, ain't she?

Ah well.

I'm going back to the bar to have another whiskey and stay horny looking at Juanita. Later, hosers.

This is a time for that great exchange from the 2000 classic, road trip

Ted, when I say I need some pussy, I mean from the wife.

Just so we're clear on that.

One man one goal one mission,
One heart one soul just one solution,
One flash of light yeah one god one vision.

One flesh one bone,
one true religion,
One voice one hope,
Wowowowo gimme one vision.

No wrong no right,
I'm gonna tell you there's no black and no white,
No blood no stain,
All we need is one world wide vision.

One flesh one bone,
one true religion,
One voice one hope,
One real decision,
Wowowowo gimme one vision.

I had a dream,
When I was young,
A dream of sweet illusion,
A glimpse of hope and unity,
And visions of one sweet union,
But a cold wind blows,
And a dark rain falls,
And in my heart it shows,
Look what they've done to my dream.

So give me your hands,
Give me your hearts,
I'm ready,
There's only one direction,
One world one nation,
Yeah one vision.

No hate no fight,
Just excitation,
All through the night,
It's a celebration wowowowo yeah.

One flesh one bone,
one true religion,
One voice one hope,
One real decision.

Gimme one night,
Gimme ione hope,
One man one man,
One bar one night,
One day hey hey,
Just gimme gimme gimme
Fried Chicken

I have to get up in 2.5 hours to airline home.

The Last Word remains MINE. For now.

You fuckin' sober, sleeping, hosers. I mean Forgers.









Yeah, sure, that's what I mean. You teeny-boppers might as well pack it in. You'll never beat me. I mean, age, experience, endurance, and sheer ornery perserverance are all on my side. Plus I'm a naval aviator, which means I can drink you all under the table and function at 110% capacity the next day, regardless of circumstances. Hey, you can't all grow up to be wonderful like me.


So suck it and give it up, kiddies. Save your posts for the Blue Room. Shakes, Mrs. A, and Meka should share the last word thread with me in all its orgyastic glory.

Meka works long ass days and bakes cookies. She pwns you. I post at all hours from all corners of the country, after numerous hard days of flying or drikning teh whiskey when I'm not. Sheeeeee-it, check the post count for this thread and abandon all hope. I'm worse than Chiggy von Richtofen and McQueen put together. And I'm listening to the Highlander soundtrack.

There can be only one.

And that would be me, mutherfuckers.

The Last Word is MINE!!!!

Jeez, I crack myself up!

I coulda been working on my Buck Rogers reboot tonite, but Juanita's beauty forced me to remain in the bar, drinking teh whiskey and admiring her pure, feminine form instead. Ahh, life is sweet!

[cue the bagpipes...]

Well, 90 minutes until I have to get up and go to the airport.

See what I mean, kiddies? Shit, I might just start working on my BR story now. Time enough to sleep when I'm dead- know what I'm sayin'?

So here's the point- leave the last word to me. Just surrender. You know you want to. Lethe, Jenna, TKO, all you others... you just lack the post count and the commitment to make it happen.

Feel the despair, yet? Look in the mirror: Marso is the boss of you. I'll be in Scotland afore ye, and all that shit. Pay the piper and lay down your arms. There can be only one.

Yup, I'm an old fart and you're laughing down your sleeves at me. That's okay. I'm DeNiro to your Nancy Boi actors of today. I'm Robert Mitchum to your Ben Affleck. I'm Kirk Douglas to your Leo Dicaprio. Scarlett Johannsen is hot, but she doesn't hold a candle to Virginia Madsen or Madeline Stowe. 80's rule, y'all drool.

Shit. I used to fly north of the arctic circle all night long, 300 Ft above the water at 200+ knots with the aurora boreallis cutting a false horizon, giving me vertigo. 11 lives in my hands, hanging on my skill and decision making.

Trust me when I tell you your feeble will is no match for mine. Abandon this thread forever, and grant me the second victory, just as the first was mine. Mwahahahhahahahaha.

The sad thing is you'll trump this post with a single period or a lame "rawr". That's okay. I'll be back behind it...















(Come on, that was some good , wasn't it?)

0330E and some bastich just slipped my hotel bill under the door. 60 minutes until I have to 'get up', 90 until departure for the terminal.

What, are you sleeping?



I'll bet the brits and euros are up by now. Brits = cool. Euros = FAGS. Nothing personal, Lethe. You're cool.

OK. Naptime. Someone will take the last word from me between now and my triumphant frakkin' return to the glorious state of Idaho. But that's okay, because I'll take it right back forthwith.

Abandon all hope, motherfrakkers!

HILLBILLY HARE
(McKimson-1950)

Promenade across the floor
Sass shay right on out the door
Out the door and in to the glade
And everybody promenade
Step right up, you're doing fine
I'll pull your beard, you pull mine
Yank it again, like you did before
Break it up with a tug of war
Now into the brook and fish for the trout
Dive right in and splash about
Trout, trout, pretty little trout
One more splash and come right out
Shake like a hound dog, shake again
Wallow around in the old pig pen
Wallow some more, you all know how
Roll around like an old fat sow
Allemande left with your left hand
Follow through with a right-left grand
Now lead your partner, the dirty ol' thing
Follow through with an elbow swing
Grab a fence post, hold it tight
Whomp your partner with all your might
Hit him in the shin, hit him in the head
Hit him again, the critter ain't dead
Wop him low and wop him high
Stick your finger in his eye
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound
Bang your heads against the ground
Promenade all around the room
Promenade like a bride and groom
Open up the door and step right in
Close the door and into a spin
Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl
Jump all around like a flying squirrel
Now don't you cuss and don't you swear
Just come right out and form a square
Now right hand over and left hand under
Both join hands and run like thunder
Over the hill and over the dale
Duck your head and lift your tail
Don't you stray and don't you roam
Turn it around and promenade home
Corn in the crib pen, wheat in the sack
Turn your partner, promenade back
And now you're home
Bow to your partner
Bow to the gent across the hall
And that is all

Back in Boise!!

you guys are boring

Sorry.

But you're whoring.

That's more like it.

housesitting. Eerily quiet here - I miss the yapping.