Back when we had mods, the other thread would have been closed and replaced by this one.

Fuck Puppets.
With feathers and tar.

Playing :
Mono - Gone

Sex Pistols -Pretty Vacant and a nice dose of Jdoudna with several dashes of piołunówka in my veins...

When I go into a bar, I may have a heated conversation,
the one thing I hate is interruption
The conversation here at the Lounge, goes on for years,
if you butt in,
it better be good or
if I'm not bored to tears
I may interrupt it.
Or not,
fuck all you;
the poor absinthist and
the rich Bastard
show me something now,
if you got it;
throw it the fuck down.

In the words of a forefather; (Head)
only say something when you have something to say you
god damn sons of bitches,
I'm sick to death of pablum puking wannabe pimps-es.
And bullxit puppetsis.

It's only the obsessed overly compulsive detail freaks that keep me here
kill me now, I can't bear it
your neediness,
your sickness and all the
personal xit
why do you want to share it?
This is the crux,
fuck the apostrophe,
it's me, me, me, me, (You),
and me.

Who the fuck pays 10 million dollars for a diamond skull with 200K worth of material in it?
Why the hell pay 1.5 million for a letter when you could buy something made of gold and silver that holds booze?
Functionality sux.

Poverty sux, kill the rich!

I been trying to listen to the old
voices around here, blowing
dust off old circuits sitting long
on long forgotten processors
of the past. I laugh
and laugh and laugh. Cry too
sumtimes. I raise my glass
to the fucks that made this
place. Makes me feel
like a hunk of dense fruitcake.

Marinate me and I might
be a wee bit tasty.

Prolly better as a right solid
doorstop, though.

I'll try not to interrupt the flow
or TONE. Tally-whacker-ho.

This is where we all
cum to justify or die.
Either way, I like it and
I'm not gay, so sit back
and enjoy, this thing
called the ToY that is
the Lounge....we all
contribute and make it
sound, like a whole lot
of xit but really it isn't
quite it. It does something
for us but really who
wouldn't be thrown under
the bus. We are goddamn
gatekeepers of the dust and
contaminant sleepers, I don't
know what that means but
I think it doesn't matter.

Long live the Lounge.

Um, YOU don't
matter.

Thanks dickhead.

it's getting to complicated for me, all this.
had lil' fun.
i resign, gotta go.

thnx.

thnx

Buh, bye, Bastid.

Anyone who's so
fucktarded they can't
figger this xithole out
will get killed crossing
the street soon enough.

He is left fer xure? How indifferent of him.

Or, trying to get toast out of the toaster with a fork.

He will ruin either toaster or the fork or both, then.

yea right, if it's a car sold by you, it prolly won't even hit me.
the odds of crashing into a camel on the n-pole are even bigger.

the other xit, i just don't dig.

bye

Again?

He's not really leaving.

I never did.

Time and again.

Went to see Colin Hay at a little dinner venue Saturday night. If you ever get a chance, get tickets. He's great solo.

Kettle, maybe you should just Hellbitchify Crosby's truck.

you mentioned that truck once a few k miles ago, when i photofucked that beemer...

butt where's that truck anyways?

Goldfield, NV.

Bartlett Springs, CA.

Butt truck?

Chocolate Goldmine,
Uranus.

Grateful Dead - Big River.

AAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Nuffin' better than old hippies playing cowboy music.

Rehab & marriage have not been kind to Bobby:

Still remembers how to write his name.
Although it looks like a moment of
confusion on his face.

"Why the fuck
am I famous?"

Pontarlier, France. EU

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That was worth
the effort...

I think the truck lost
some weight in the operation.

Those damn narrow
EuroFuckyland streets.

He was trying to remembet the words to "Little Red Rooster".

The girl he's signing his autograph for just asked if he was Jerry Garcia.

Yes, I did .

"Let's see, one of us is alive,
but we were both Dead,
so that must mean, ah, well,
That's it for the other one.

Sorry, honey, all I know is I'm not
Jack."

"From Omaha or otherwise."

(Yeah, yeah, I know, butt
Sixer can spell it and I can't.)

I don't get it
because I hate
the Grateful
Phish.

Unfortunately the early inoculations
only raised the fervor for further doses.
Later it became painful and inescapable.
Butt some of it was fun, anyway.

you misspelled wasn't.

that must be it!

I thought you were gone already?

2wice and not
1nce enough.