da Mayor been?

Most won't give a xit, but for
those who do, here's the wha'
up-
I spend as much time as I can
in the Real Life, not as an
escape from here, but because
the great times I had w/you
fucks. eyeballs to balls and
such and whatnot, made me
realise I need social intercourse
(and smoochin') w/fucks I can
punch w/my fistes, not my
keyboard.
LF04 and the NYC Suckfacefest
were very powerful reinforce-
ment of how much I love you
dicknecks, but also how much
I need Real Live Humans
to interact w/. And grass to
mow and flowers to water,
and newspapers to read.

It all adds up to no time before
my ugly melon hits the Martha
Stewart Home king size
pillers to spend time here.
LF05 is still on.
I'm guessing it will be less
crowded because Newbians
won't know what the fuck it
is or about. Who the fuck
cares? You wanna come here?
Then come here.

I've found the key to the door
to everything I ever dared
wish for here (thanks Peeps).
I've never been
happier since I quit shitting in
diapers (not Depends, DIAPERS
fucknuts). Every little thing is
different, in a great way. it
just makes it hard to spend
time online insted of InLife.

I thought I'd retire after LF04,
just didn't know it would be
because of the fact I'd be so
in lust w/life (thanks Peeps).

The door is always open, the
phone is always on.

Buh bye now...







...I won't be back here for ages.
You wanna yack, you gotta call
or tell da Peeps, or e-mail...

you'll be back.

you always are.

just like all of us. that matter.

Damn…that was beautiful.
LF05…I will be there.

Who the fuck is Sadd Sacks?

The big lug.

I'm glad the Mayor stopped by.
Now you all know I'm not keeping him
in a cage in my swampy hovel,
or anything untoward.

FYI, he's the poor sap in the middle!

...

On the contrary, we hope that you are.

But it doesn't matter whether he likes it because he likes it, because the hypnotism is working, or because the chain is too short to reach the keyboard or phone to call for help.

Happy is happy, so who gives a xit why?

Speaking of which, I'm happy for the two of you. I can't think of a better reason not to hang around the Lounge.

=

Most of us were hoping you put him in a swamp using a shovel.

Didja crotch-punch him until he typed that himself, or just til he gave up the password?

It rubs the lotion on its skin . . .

Crosby,

Didn't they say something about Florida? Don't they have gator farms down there?

I would not, could not, in my hovel.
I would not, could not, with a shovel.

When two trash bags and a stout canoe
would, in the swamp, as readily do.

RIP Louchey.

Rest In Pieces?


So who's gonna be the new Stooge? Bater? Wogger?

Don't look at me.
I'm just here to get drunk.

Then again..............

Fuck shat!

The fuckstick isn't dead, he's just trading in the internet for real live action.

Drop by his house.
Call him on the cell.

Yeah!

And a Stooge can never be replaced.
There is no Shemp in the Lounge.

I'd rather hang out with you fucks live and in person too, but that's not much of an option in my neck of the woods.

Sometimes I get drunk enough to blur the lines of internet/reality. That's when it gets reallllll scary.

I do that, too.
I wouldn't call it scary.

Recalling an online thread as a real live discussion, thinking of people as their online persona, forming a mental image of someone that's 100% off... pretty fucking scary to me!

I find it amusing, not scary.

You said the same thing about the mayor...

It takes a lot to throw me off kilter.
I guess I wouldn't be here otherwise.

The Mayor is scary, in an amusing way.

or is that amusing in a scary way.......

Probably a little of both but he sounds like he's got it goin' on. I'm happy for him.

He'll be back.

it doesn't take a lot for me to throw off me kilt.

Not that there would be a lot to see.

you forgot about Hugh Jass.

Oh, yea,
my mistake.

funny, that's the way i hear your parents and wife describe you.

For the most part, yup.

I miss 'da Mayor already.

Don't worry, Loogie...

You'll find someone else to suck up to!

The Mayor's gone. The Sheepses are gone. WTF are we still doing here?

Carrying on.

drinking and (and ).

Someone's gotta hold down the fort.

Preferably with a pillow over its face.

Whether that is so you don't see its face as you do it, or because you are trying to smother the life out of it remains to be determined.

To you Louchie!!! God Bless, I wish you health, wealth and happiness!

News of the Mayor:

Today he worked on his car.
That is to say,
He started off abusing it with spray paint ("Madd Macks")
and rapidly moved on to Duck™ tape and permanent marker.
There's talk of leaving markers in the car
with a clear invitation for others to help him work on it.
I think it's his good for a mayor to support public art.

Ohhh jeebus.
I can only imagine.

Did he apply for an NEA grant?

Only you would put anything to do with endowment even remotely connected to the Mayor.

Hee!

Little do you know.

For my part, I claim the Fifth.
(So don't leave any full fifths lying around.)

Skeet's point is that you do know little, too well.

Poor phrasing on the rebuttal, Peeps. (Start the butt jokes...)

It could be a rebuttal or an accusation.
I'm doing the butt jokes in another thread.

Yeah, like when you have your computer wear a thong and you get KY on the screen...

Fun on Turner: