or, even better: wield two Glock 9mm semi automatic pistols, one in each hand, walk through the door, and shoot anything that moves. and make sure to kill the instructor so he can't start a Lord of the Rings Gym. nothing quite as exhilarating as shooting someone in the head at point-blank range.
hmm... a nice large 4" PVC pipe rigged with a 3 second fuse and filled with a plastic explosives package. roll that sucker through the door, and run like hell. then listen for a huge explosion and the gleeful sound of about 30 useless lives being ended at once.
side? what side? the only SIDES that i see are intelligent and foolish and/or completely retarded. mimic: 4" PVC. four inch thick piping. PVC is a material similar to plastic, but more durable. most often used in plumbing.
did i say i was "gun happy"? no, just violence happy. and when did i say i was American? cacacannibal, please use the mind that you hopefully have stored inside your skull in the future, saving me the trouble of deigning to speak to you. if you ever acquire a positive IQ, then perhaps something i say will be directed at you.
a positive IQ is something i really do need. if i had one then maybe i could explain the delight of mass murdering starwars nerds with guns because i'm not really tuff enough to beat them by hand.
or i could get into detail about the magic of blowing them up with a pipebomb...
mimic: you have proved yourself capable of wit. mostly in your dealings with infinity, although come to think of it anyone would prove themselves capable of wit in comparison to him. to the point: say something intelligent, or i will ignore you.
the "light saber" is a fictitious weapon, and last i checked todays technology is insufficient to allow plasma to be used as a weapon. and there is NOTHING on the face of the earth like popping someone in the head. besides, why use a "light saber" when you could use a sword? at least with a sword when you cut someones head off blood squirts everywhere. apparently, plasma instantly cauterizes the wound, taking a semblance of enjoyment out of it.
i would rather not. that takes all the fun out of it. if something is going to blow up, i would rather anyone in the vicinity of the blast to be unaware that they are about to have every last scrap of shit blown from their useless carcasses.
ah, booger, i noticed your above comment, about me being scary a second time. apparently i was wrong. adding the word "very" and capitalizing it added quite a large amount of satisfaction to the compliment.
motivation? no. there is excess of that. you see, as far as explosives go, i am lacking materials at the moment. i have other ways to do it, but i prefer plastic explosives. i also have an idea for a pressure bomb, but you have not proved yourself intelligent enough for me to even bother explaining it to you.
badlywipedbuttocks- i am in no such danger. before you caution me, i suggest you scroll to the top of this page and look at the first comment posted. if my memory serves me, it is yours. do not take this is criticism, i commend your wit. but i do not like to be reproved, especially if for no good reason.
Eureka! Tyranus IS Infinity! The dumb schmuck thinks that by being aggressive he can con us! It was so obvious I'm hacked off I didn't suss him straight away. OK - let's see what pathetic shit he comes out with next. I'm waiting little boy.
There was a young man called tyranus Who talked from his hairy brown anus; He thought he had wit But in fact it was shit, That imbecile man called tyranus.
Let's hope the charlatan Tyranus/Infinity/Moderator doesn't disappear. I for one can't wait to see how he's going to mangle the English language next! Really, if he is 15, it doesn't say much for the education system. Of course, he may be a genuine retard, in which case, let the games begin!
i agree. unless he felt compelled to search the internet until he found those ryhmes, he truly has some quick wit about him. even directed at me, i am impressed.
A while earlier arse, ramble and gym had posts....afterwards, nothing but puerile pennings, fatuous fashionings, and fractious fantasms...oh gawd, save me from the unprepared pretensions of puerile positings.
I am The Prober. It is a confusing time in Probeland. The young man Infinity asked to be probed, deeply, darkly and deliberately, but he appears to have left these pages. Perhaps I am too late. But I feel a huge probe welling up within me - a probe like no other, a probe of galactic proportions, a probe which if not expressed will cause my ery vitals to explode. Who will be probed? Please - give me sweet relief.
Hey Probe...nice schtick....but, obviously you are asking to drill in desolate fields.
Even a good gambit needs at least some smidgeon of empathy for its victim...and you'll be at some stretch to find anything like that in this current crop of airheads.
before you all decide i am infinity, prove it. also, look at my profile- i made it two months ago. before badlywiped was here. before infinity would have had any need to run and hide under the cover of an alias. and LONG before he was driven from this website. and as for the aggresion that you say proves i am infinity, i was merely irritated that booger decided to speak to me with words i deemed senseless. and badlywiped, i have to say i do hope infinty comes back- mostly because i absolutely enjoyed your merciless pousding and his responses. how anyone could be so brutal is beyond me. but used like that, aimed at someone like that, i can see why he left.
I am calling for substance....that, of which, former posters were able and willing sharers...are you still out there, or am I the biblical "voice crying in the ..."...ah, no, not I. Just...SOMEONE...help me in dealing with this tripe. Let us teach these hollow sounders...substance.
BTW, for those needing the reminder, fantasy is not substance, nor advice, nor information, nor even entertainment, at least as so far offered.
Sheesh, people, try to at least ACT like you're adults, even tho' you're not.
There was a young poster called Chaz, Whose frustration with imbeciles has Overpowered his own psyche And - blimey and crikey - Removed all of his oomph and pzazz!
Well, in my rush to chastise the more needy, I managed to post the "Tyr" deal here rather than just above...which I have corrected as much as could be.
Now, as to "'slide"'s offering, this:
If my name included the word "mud"
I most certainly would
Avoid concsientiously
Any person smarter than me
Impossible, I know, but knock wood.
in the meantime, i suspect you are bored. you seem to dislike feeble minds, and i believe one has escaped your notice- em25em. infinity was a virtual genius compared to him. the only problem, i fear, is that he won't put up with being crushed for very long before he will leave. luckily, he seems to like retaliating, so aim a few shots at him and he should come into the open.
hey, just got this one: (i know he's gone, but i gotta get this out of my system) a continuation or your jab: "..at which point Mr. Infinity says, 'i thought you were my friend'.. the man then proceeds to punch him again. 'Dammit!' yells infinity, 'if you aren't my friend then why the hell did you let me fuck your dad?!'
Kids, are you aware of the fact that this site here is one that is frequented by people like your mom and dad, and those people think it cool around here? What would your friends think of you for hanging out at such a place?
manolo- same thing i told BWB. i made this file two months ago, before infinity had any need to run from BWB. if you think he is going to come back, obviously he will need a new file. this one isn't new.
Okay, okay, by popular demand I'm back. I won't let the tards get to me again. I won't give them the satisfaction. I and only I am the sheriff in this here town. GOT IT? Now where are my deputies?
Here they come ... CONGRATULATIONS! You're now a deputy under sherriff Pearce.
A defaced Canuck flag flying on top (naturally...as it should be) of an Italian flag......
Besides the obviously juvenile and silly attack on a whole nation (indicative of a inferior personality that's on the run), this bears a little more scrutiny, I think; me thinks I might have been right about something (like so many times) from the starting gate, sometime back.....
Wanna see my impersonation of The Dummy? I do GREAT impersonations! I am Glumberts version of Rich Little. Ready? Here we go:
When The Dummy is sad: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy is angry: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy is puking: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy is spittin' mad at me: "LMFAO"
When he lays awake at night in his hammock, and can't sleep because he's spittin' mad at me AND his Hannah Montana nightlight is burned out: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy trips himself up and forgets what alias he's logged in as: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy fumbles to make a point: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy's imitating me: "LMFAO"
When The Dummy can't think of of anything witty or original to come back at me with: "LMFAO"
When he thinks he's "caught me": "LMFAO"
When angry customers throw bags of Cheez-Its at him across the counter at the 7-11 where he works, because he screwed up giving them back the correct change: "LMFAO"
When he trips over a footprint: "LMFAO"
When his parents threaten to kick him out of their basement for not helping out with the rent and he keeps eating all of the budgies' cornflakes: "LMFAO"
When someone tells The Dummy how stupid he looks in those ridiculous Budweiser suspenders: "LMFAO"
When someone tells The Dummy that maybe impersonating females on a computer may not be healthy: "LMFAO"
When he really is LHIAO: He scares children and animals under 10 lbs. and his podunk town initiates a quarantine, and hide the livestock.
Great impersonation....huh?
Jeez.....just look at his last gazillion posts after ya read this.
A Singaporean was on holiday in Malaysia. He was having his coffee, croissants, bread, butter & jam at the hotel%u2019s coffee house. A Malaysian man who was chewing gum, sat down next to him and started a casual conversation.
Malaysian: %u201CYou Singaporeans eat the whole bread?%u201D
Singaporean: %u201COf course.%u201D
Malaysian: %u201CWe don%u2019t. In Malaysia , we only eat what%u2019s inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants & sell them across to Singapore.%u201D
The Malaysian then had a smirk on his face while the Singaporean listened in silence%u2026
Malaysian: %u201CDo you eat the jam with the bread?%u201D
Singaporean: %u201COf course.%u201D
Malaysian (chuckling): %u201CWe don%u2019t. In Malaysia , we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds & other left-overs in a container, recycle them, transform them into jam, before we sell it across to Singapore.%u201D
This time, the Singaporean retorted: %u201CDo you have sex in Malaysia?%u201D
Malaysian: %u201CWhy, of course we do.%u201D
Singaporean: %u201CDo you wear protection?%u201D
Malaysian: %u201COf course! We wear condoms.%u201D
Singaporean: %u201CAnd what do you do with the condoms once you%u2019ve used them?%u201D
Malaysian: %u201CStupid question! Of course we throw them away.%u201D
Singaporean: %u201CWe don%u2019t. In Singapore, the government secretly puts them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum & sell them across to Malaysia, and that%u2019s the real reason why we banned chewing gum in Singapore!%u201D
Hmmm....someone sure ain't on the same page; No Siree....not at ALL. Ain't it don't jibe, either.
Speraking of which, I guess some folks have had ENOUGH, and seem to be moving to GET BACK TO THE BASICS.....you know---back to an obscure little document called "The Constitution"?
And speaking of Iran....what is Sen. McCain's startegy in all of this? Well....it's unique (to say the least):
Are Georgie-Boy and John-Boy sharing the same fuckin' brain life-support system?? Whenever either of these two dolts open their yaps, it's worthy of anything you'd find on the Comedy Channel, I swear.
And finally....the highest court in the U.S. finally telling Georgie-Boy what the score is:
Because THIS is what happens when you don't DO YOUR FRAKKIN' JOB, AND CLEAN HOUSE BY ROUNDING UP ALL THE IMBECILES WHO'VE HAD THE REINS FOR THE LAST EIGHT YEARS, WHICH IS WHAT THEY WERE ELECTED TO DOOOOOOO.
As a thrice-decorated, multilingual, post-secondary educated, concerned and caring law enforcement individual.....I am seeking criminal elements that that are currently on the run, and may possibly be trying to pass themselves off as law-abiding citizens. To that end, I shall provide law enforcement-made picture profiles (what you would refer to as "mugshots"), in the hope that all legitimate law-abiding Glumbertians will be able to identify them, for immediate apprehension. This is one of them:
The Mayor of the Metropolis of Glumbert paces his office nervously. His Honor, Mayor Quentin P. Chaz, paces back and forth, wondering what's taking so damn long. Blast this infernal, diabolical cretin, he thinks. This city is on the edge of anarchy, and it cries out for its hero....but WHERE IS HE????
At that moment, the doors to his office burst open, and......it's him!
(cue music again)
"SUPER CANUCK!", exclaims Mayor Chaz. "Thank heavens you're here!"
SUPER CANUCK bounds into the office, in his red-and-white spandex shorts with flowing cape, followed by his trusty sidekick, MiterYank.
"We got here as fast as we could, Mr. Mayor!", says Canuck. "Is it true?"
Mayor Chaz sighs, and sits behind his ornate desk.
"I'm afraid so", he says. "It's him. He broke out of the Republican fundraiser where he was confined to. He's made it very clear he's rsumed his personal vendetta....against....you."
"Jumpin' buttblasters, Canuck!", exclaimed MiterYank. "Didn't we just put this creeps clock outta commission???"
"Evil knows no bounds, Ol' Chum", replied Canuck. "Especially when driven by stupidity".
Mayor Chaz looked up at them.
"The first reports started coming in about three hours ago; he's pillaged; raped; looted....and he's called information, for numbers he could just as easily have looked up in the book."
"That devil!", said MiterYank. "Canuck! Can it be true? Is it----?"
"I'm afraid so, my AK-47-loving Amigo", said Canuck.
The Mayor took in a sharp breath.
"You mean....it's......."
"Yes", said Canuck. "It's.....my arch-nemesis.....sworn enemy of all that is good....against all that care...and all that are good liberals with an edcuation; it's.....The Dummy".
"Also", continued Mayor Chaz, "he left THIS, at the scene of his last dastardly crime...."
The Mayor gently placed what looked like a business card on the desk, which Super Canuck picked up, and closely scrutinized.
"Yes", said Canuck, completely sure now. "It's him. No one else could have come up with something this horrific. NO ONE."
He dropped the card on the desk in disgust.
On it, it had five symbols, crudely drawn, as if by a dim light:
1 1 = 3.
"MiterYank!", said Canuck.
"What? What is it, Canuck??". asked MiterYank.
"Quickly!", he said. "To the Glumbert Shoelace-Tying Fair! We haven't a moment to lose!"
Made it up off-the-cuff.....I wuz in that "Mike Myers" kinda zone, so I rambled it all off in a couple of minutes.
One bit (and you might recognize it) that I failed to put in, was just before we bound out of Mayor Chaz's office, and would have went something like this:
Mayor Chaz: Oh....and SuperCanuck?
(SuperCanuck and MiterYank abruptly stop at the door, and turn to the Mayor)
Mayor Chaz: I don't want any more trouble, like you boys had in the Filmore District last year....is that understood? Diplomacy and non-violence is my policy.
C: Well, when I see a cross-dressing Republican impersonating females, with an intent to illegally wire-tap their phones without a warrant.....I string the bastard up; that's MY policy.
Mayor Chaz: Oh? And how did you establish "intent"?
C: Well, Your Honor, when a sexually-confused right-winger is sitting naked in a public restroom naked, with a bible in one hand and his joystick in the other AND a map of the Oval Office in fron of him spread out on the floor.....I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
LOL!
(Can ya name the classic movie this dialogue is deliciously inspired by???)
That damned Olsen...he can never get anything straight...."SUPERNUCK", is what I said...dammit....that's super "NUCK", you fool.
And dammit, I shined that stupid searchlight on that stupid cloud for, how many hours ? how dammed many hours ? Like, for godsake, the mayor's got nuthin' else to do but shine a freakin' light on a freakin' cloud ? ? ?
Jeeeez...and what the hell is the mayor supposed to do in the freakin' DAYTIME, eh? Eh? Sheesh....you'd think all this stuff was already figured out, right? Freakin' RIGHT !
Ooops...wrong superdork. OK...where is Lois when you need her, eh"? Eh?" Dammit, am I supposed to keep track of all this stuff myself? Eh? ? And...where the hell is my graft? Eh? EH? Dammit, no graft, no freakin' searchlight, that's what I say.
And dammit, stay the hell away from Lois...sheesh, she's barely worth her pay anyway...besides, I think she's been diddling that retard Jimmy Olsen during their coffee breaks. And whenever that testosterone teddy appears in his sock-stuffed leotards out there on the window ledge, well, I don't know where they go, but she's no dammed good for a week afterwards ! And the news, well, hell...it just stops right there...I mean, no killings, no robberies, no rapes (well, none reported, anyway), sheeesh....this stupido in the speedo screws up the news publishing business altogether.
Is tyranus the awful Infinity/Moderator?
I know mitercut reckons I'm a moron for not seeing the obvious.
I know - let's just insult everybody and get it over with!
Based on the above, it looks like Pinocchio just put another hour on Glumbert at the expense of his family. I'm in his head, he can't stop thinking about how to get me, he's got a headache, it won't go away. Perhaps he'll have to create yet another world to get away from this one which he originally came to to get away from his real one. Yes, that's the ticket. He'll recruit his internet pals to join him in comic strip land - two worlds removed from the one he sadly neglects and fails. Yes, he can take his security blanket medal with him. Did you know he was recently awarded a medal? No? Go back and check. I thin he mentioned it on 17 vid threads. Try to go to sleep now Pinocchio. Try not to think about Geppetto all the time.
Throb....and....what are you.....YOU....adding to this site? Dissing others really wears thin quickly, and your reputation, such as it is, suggests little worth in your posts.
FYI - I am not nor ever have been a brainless Canuck fan....but in fact, he adds immesurably more to this common weal than your fractious and tiresome posts.
I could, of course, choose to start posting endless links to news articles that have nothing to do with the vids. I think that 'bit' has been overdone though.
The Shining, a mediocre flick?
No no no!!! The finest example of the genre. As with all Kubrick's offerings, each and every frame lingers long in the memory. Opinions are never wrong of course, but in this case I really think you have made a huge error of judgment.
Please explain what exactly is "mediocre" about this film. The pace? The acting? The cinematography? The editing? The storyline? The casting?
Perhaps Canadians expect much better from their film-makers.
Didn't figure YOU for the sensitive type! LOL! Stickin' up for Kubrick, are you? Okokokokok.....allow me to elucidate:
Besides Randalflagg, I am the only other admitted Stephen King nut around here. Now, whenever I see any film based on any of his written work, I always have a tendency to compare it to the novel. When I proceed along these lines with "The Shining"...I must say I'm sorry, but I stand by what I said. Some major, defining moments have been left out of the film that were in the book, that completely altered the scope of the intended story. Butchered, in other words. Mr. King is on record as saying that many years after that film came out, he was bitterly disappointed with the interpretation of his work, but couldn't come out and say so at the time, seeing as how it was a big bonus for him to have a movie made about one of his books early in his career, that had giants like Kubrick and Nicholson involved with it. Now, don't get me wrong: you won't find a bigger Kubrick fan than me; shit, I still think "Dr. Strangelove" and "A Clockwork Orange" are two of the best flicks of ALL time (if somehwhat still under-appreciated to this day). But on "The Shining"? C'mon, laddie-buck.....that was a clear miss.
Having said all that, "The Shining" as a stand-alone comparison, minus any connection to the novel that it's based on? I feel maybe....just MAYBE...it rates slightly above mediocre; simply because it did have a few genuinely creepy moments in it; terrific performances from the cast; awesome visuals; arc of the characters' development suffered somewhat; Scatman Crothers' talents were almost shamefully watered down, I felt.
As for the film tastes of Canadians, I can only say the we tend to mirror the tastes (more often-then-not) of your average American, with some notable exceptions: Monty Python; most British sitcoms and/or comedians ("On The Buses" rules, along with Benny Hill and "Faulty Towers"!!).
I hope this makes my already long-winded (where have I recently heard THAT??) views slightly more clear.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter.
(We now return you to the further adventures of.......SUPERCANUCK, The Mighty Real Deal, and his trusty-if-not-somewhat-fixated-on-explosive-ordinance sidekick...MiterYank)
i would suggest meeting for a nice cup of tea, but i fear you will want to talk about, em let me think,
what arse says , i agree
it's raining in Britain, everywhere, i hope your stay is nice and don't forget to see uncle beardface and auntie strangeneck, i love ex pats , if that's what you are ,returning and saying how great it is where they now live, don't do that throb, instead talk about something else, something canadian maybe
i have no other need to post, this place has hit the toilet pan and is now slowly sliding. It's sad but true
No worries mate. Throbstick and Pinocchio string pulling are confined to my Glumbert hat. The real me is actually quite sane! :) Per a prior thread, one of the two weeks will be at Skye. Couldn't convince sis about Mull. Lots of things I love about living in the states, but lots of things I miss about the UK.
Question; At 1:00 AM, whats worse than your dog not responding to a command to return?
Answer; He returns fully covered by skunk spray and not realizing it till he gets in the house!
Secret potion....one quart hot water, one shot of Dawn dish soap, one cup hunters scent killer clothes wash powder, slowly mix then apply to skunky areas, rinse with the coldest water you can find (the hose) for long lasting torturous reminder not to mess with Pepe la pew!
I know you're a good kid with good intentions, but I think you need a bit more maturity and wisdom before you can hang with the grown-ups. Which begs the question; why would you want to?
I just spent last night at the bar, with my 24 yo son watching my 22 yo daughter compete in a singing contest (she won this and the last round) I find it hard to even deal with that age group, with all the profanity, drinking, smoking (cigs), looking at all the tattoos, piercings and thongs showing above low cut pants (thankfully not my daughter). I'm no hypocrite, I used to do all this same stuff (actually worse, minus the thong, tattoos and piercings) but now it's old, not my thing, been there done that, etc., in other words not my generation. Different interests, humor, intellect, motives etc., are you getting my drift here infinity? I would be more comfortable mixing with my own "type" and age group.....wouldn't you?
I have nothing against you at all, I like you, I can tell you're a bright kid with a fantastic future ahead of you, you really are just wasting your time being beat on here. Just do like you said, "To hell with you all" and find your peer group. Refuse to be the butt of jokes and harassment. Read a book or ten, plan your future, get a part time job, get a hobby, something other than the damn computer. There's a big world out there, hang with your friends, cause some trouble, chase some young ladies... just LIVE!
You have no idea how short life is and how fast you get "old" it boggles the mind! It seems like just yesterday I was excited about getting a drivers license, but that was 35 years ago WTF! I think back to those times and think what I would have missed if I sat in front of a computer instead. I would have missed out on all those experiences, friends, girls, mischief, baseball teams, hockey, skiing, snorkeling, scuba diving, karate, souping up hot rod cars, science camps, astronomy, photography, camping, super 8 film fun, Cedar point, fishing, hunting, target shooting, and on and on, all before the age of 18..... then life really got good! Comprendo? Does this make any sense?
Of course this is all just my view, from someone who's lived his life fully and with the wisdom of age and those experiences can tell you, with some credibility, that life is short, life is fragile, don't waste a friggin minute of it!
Because before you know it you'll be old and bitching about your sore back while cleaning skunk spray off your dog a one in the morning....trust me, been there done that!
That's too long for me to read, can you sum it up in about 10 words? It would be appreciated and then I would be able to agree with you. Thanks in advance of your summary ;)
Well spoken miter! I am extremely glad that the internet didn't take off until I was well into my late 40s. It can become addictive, and I hate to think of all the things I would have missed out on if I'd been stuck in front of the monitor, like rampant drug taking, excessive drinking and attempting to have sex with anything that moved (and quite a few that didn't). I subscribe to the view that tyranus is infinity, but even if he isn't he is a clone. The only point on which I differ with you is that wisdom comes with age. I seem to become even more stupid with the passing of the years! Or so my five kids tell me. It's quite amazing how there is a direct correlation between them getting older and me becoming more ignorant. Throb - hope you enjoy Skye. Look out for the midgies!
Infinity is the bit of crud that you always miss when wiping your ass - you know, the one that goes hard and you have to pull it off along with a bit of hair? The one you put in someone's food when you come back from the john? That one.
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