It's academic now anyway - somebody stole that stole!
It's academic now anyway - somebody stole that stole!
It was a steal....
Maybe, but still...
Poor little chinny.
It got a good home by the hair of its chinny chin chin
Or the skin of its teeth.
Well all the bargains are gone...and i'm still broke,oh well.
Don't worry, dude. They'll be passing out free turkeys in the ghetto in about a month. That's always a good deal.
Well actually those turkeys work for me..[the ones selling the turkeys]yep thanksgiving,they were giving and i was thankful..ahhhh the good ol days.
Yah. There's always some turkey passed out in my old neighborhood. Usually, it wasn't because of Thanksgiving because everyday was a holiday for them.
There're turkeys passed out in my hood too,there'er still layin in the alley.
I remember my old stomping grounds from the '60s and '70s. Junkies laying out in burnt out store fronts and syringes in the gutters. I'm not one who complained about urban renewal.
Burnt out store fronts???i'm talking about the ones in my lobby.
Hopefully the glass there isn't broken and there aren't a bunch of strung-out junkies lying around with the strong smell of crap, sweat, and urine everywhere. Oh, and pit bulls. For some reason, junkies like pit bulls.
Life in da hood.
I like to consider them 'the old days' because they sure weren't good.
Well now not so fast,i remember being a little tyke with my little[hooch]stand set up on the corner,i did quite well.
That was YOU?! My uncle Calvin talks about that all the time. He said that your hooch gave him the confidence to live his life's plan.
BTW: Uncle Calvin is broke, drunk, homeless, but the happiest man I know. So thanks, man!
What's up soulster,yep that's what i'm talkin about,talkin all over the forum..good to hear from ya.
That hooch saved his life. I'm not saying he drinks too much, but when it got cold last winter, all he had to do was pee on the fire to make it bigger.
Actually all he had to do was rub his hands together,he would've lit up the whole block.
Rub his hands together? He couldn't do that after winning a bet with Harvey the Hatchet and expected ol' Harve to pay without an attitude. He could have farted into the fire, but that would have threatened the entire neighborhood.
Oh boy,uncle calvin could've run from harvey,he didn't know about the boost..[speeds up to 5,000mph]sorry uncle calvin.
Uncle Calvin won't run from anybody who owes him money. When asked why he let his hands be chopped off, he said 'hands don't pay my bills, fool. Money do!'
Uncle calvin was wise.
'Is wise'. We may not know where he is but from the constant guilt-inducing letters that he sends everybody, he's still alive and scheming. I mean 'ticking'.
Yes i remember getting something scribbled from him some time back,good ol uncle calvin.
Yeah. He figured out how to write by putting a marker between his teeth. He actually got pretty good at it and began forging documents before getting caught and sentenced to having his front teeth extracted. Now he's got no hands or teeth and has to 'panfootle' [[as he calls it).
I once knew a guy who had nothing left but his eyelids..[he lost everything in a divorce].
That's why you have to avoid divorce at all costs. I was in a locker room with my dude Benoit when I noticed that he was wearing lacy women's thong panties. I asked him how long he had been wearing freaky lingerie.
"Since my wife found them in my lunchbox" was his response. He was a smart dude.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
You guys are so entertaining and creative - loving how you play off of each other! Hope you continue. I wish I could join in the conversation but can't think of anything to continue this game. This is a game, correct?
Nope it's not a game,you see we don't actually exist.
I need you to sign that, notarize it, and send it to the IRS.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...jerry you should be on tv.
The taxman took my TV. He said that he'll be back soon to get my compu
Jerry this is what cha do,sprinkle some of this wonderful elixur around your house and put up a statue of bullwinkle and no taxman in his right mind will come within five mile of your house.
Really?! I never have seen a Bullwinkle statue. I heard about a Rocky statue in downtown Philadelphia but after I drove there from Ohio all I saw was a statue of some guy wearing boxing gloves and shorts. What a ripoff.
Ok i'll send you one for only...10,000%above factory invoice[plus shipping and handling]these are very rare.
Here's what I'll do: I'll rip all of the money in half and send it to you. If I'm satisfied, then I'll send you the other half along with a roll of tape. It'll be shipped COD of course...
Cool,make sure it's clear tape...the other kind is hard to pass.
All I have is Duck Tape. Can't afford Scotch Magic Tape.
Tell ya what,when you can get it whole,send it to me..oh and that duck owes me cash.
If that duck doesn't pay up, he's going to end up in a sticky situation like an orange sauce marinade.
Last edited by 144man; 11-04-2014 at 02:48 PM.
If so, you may find yourself being handed the bill.
Never lend money to a duck with webbed duct tape.
A duck walked into a bar and ordered a drink. The bartender, not seeing a purse or pockets on the duck wondered how he was going to pay for it. "Don't worry about remuneration," said the duck. "Just put it on my bill."
Hardy-har-har-har.
A man walks into an empty bar with a duck and a biscuit tin. He places the duck on top of the tin, and the duck immediately starts dancing. The bar gradually fills up as news of this amazing sight spreads. The barman knows he is onto a good thing with the increased turnover and buys the duck for 500 dollars, expecting to quickly make his investment back.
At the end of the evening the duck was still dancing, so the barman asked the seller how to make it stop. He replied, "You just take the lid off the biscuit tin and blow out the candle."
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