It is not just a flame, it is a FESTIVAL!

I am not feeling lonely, not feeling down....I am not even high this time. But I just wanted to say that whatever happens in this thread...I lerv you all.

Screw, Frost bucket. I see you are STILL unfamiliar with the usage of deodorants.
Lerv you too!

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Maxelson, what kind of pig-headed mud-slinger purposely starts a thread for bashing one's neighbors? I mean really! Where do you get the nerve to force you love of all thing limburger on the entire community?

You, of all people, have had the biggest negative impact on my forum experience. I can't even enjoy a cheap frolicsome B-movie romp now without hearing you deride the hollow dialogue, the transparent plot twists (assuming the plot isn't so weak as to cause you to fall into epileptic fits), and the "preschool-church-play" acting. Just like a damned thespian. I used to love B-movies, an you, cheese-for-brains, have taken that love away. Damn you and your insanely high standards. What's your obsession with quality anyway? Zealot.

And then there is the whole cheese thing. You, sir, are obviously a French sympathizer and need to be locked into a room filled with Kraft singles, only allowed out after you have eaten ALL of them. If you didn't wreak of Danish Blue, I'd come over and kick your constipated a$$. At least we can smell your fromage-de-jour stench so we know where you are. I'd call you a cheese head, but I don't want to insult the entire state of Wisconsin.

Then there's the whole sylvia plath thing you have going with Timo. I like Timo too much to follow this much, but please, get your own personality.

Its no wonder you've been designated poop checker.

Now THAT'S the frigging spirit!!
Boots. I rename you kukjavel (Swedish for sh!tty boot). As for your tirade- I'd give it a C- for style, but you just cannot seem to master the whole "thesis/ supporting statement" thing. Not to mention the development- I mean, WHERE, precisely, does this... this epistle of thistle GO?
Pain Head- a more apropos sceen name for you Face Ache- better to smell of fromage than fecal matter, you weeping postule of pretense.

No, hold on,

Wait...



If I have to listen to one more post about the beautiful majesty of the "stick," or the sublime aloof profoundness of Robert Fripp (um, what-e-ver), or one more sob story about the commute in eastern Mass (here's a clue, buddy: LEAVE while you STILL CAN!) I swear I'm gonna badmouth the Bard and all his "interpreters" (no matter where in RI they are) 'til the end of my days.

Actors. Sheesh. Talk about lil drama magnets.

Yah. And this from the Fin (leave off the last "n" for "ninny").
Nuff said on that.
Get a real language.

And another thing, what is it with the coffee/cheese/jazz nazi thing? Some guy walks in lookin' for some bubble gum pop to go with his grilled cheese and Sanka and GUESS who's all over his ****? Guess who's front and center with the and the "get thee to a jazz nunnery" lecture? I mean, just take ONE guess!

Svenskjavel.

Sure. Can I get fries widdat? Ar-kee-tek?

Max and Timo ... Start and Finnish.

How about some good, wholesome fun-poking at the new Englanders? I googled these:

You know you're from Boston when:

- You think of Philadelphia as the Midwest.
- You think it's your God-given right to cut someone off in traffic.
- You think there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R's).
- You think three straight days of 90+ temperatures is a heatwave.
- All your pets are named after Celtics or Bruins.
- You refer to 6 inches of snow as a "dusting."
- Just hearing the words "New York" puts you in an angry mood.
- You don't think you have an attitude.
- You always 'bang a left' as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it.
- You have no idea what the word compromise means.
- You believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness.
- Your favorite adjective is "wicked."

The New England dialect explained:

Bizah - odd
Flahwiz - roses, etc.
Hahpahst - minutes after the hour
Hahwahya? - how are you?
Khakis - what we staht the cah with
Pissah - superb
Retahded - silly
Shewah - of course
Wikkid - extremely
Yiz - you, plural
Popcahn - popular snack

<lame_trek_reference>
Are you here for the Festival?
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Mike

Alright Timo. You asked for it. You and your "I'm so much better than you cause I can wrap my tongue around a language no-one else can speak" attitude. "Svenskjavel" is not a word God intended our mouths to be able to utter. How in the hell can an 11 letter word only have 3 vowels? What the hell kind of dipthong is "skj" anyway? Only dipthings like you can call that intelligible.

And your "Bell Jar" thing with Maxelson....Well, at least Maxelson HAS a personality. Take away your contrived "Iceland" schtick and you got nothin. Squat!

There are only two things in this world I can't stand. People who are intolerant of other people, and Scandinavians. They might think soaking a dead fish in draino makes a tasty treat, but we all know draino is for unclogging gunked-up drains...not brains, as the whole lutefisk phenomenon proved there isn't a brain to degunk anyway.

I have half a mind to put your drivel on my ignore list...of course that also means I have half a mind more than you have.



[edit] There. Are you happy Maxelson? Like you are the perfect speller. Its not like they were real words anyway...[/edit]



PS what the hell does Svenskjavel mean anyway?

Nice baseball team, lamer.

Scandinavian
Lutefisk

RED PENNED!

WHOA! HEY!!! This was supposed to be a PLAY NICE thing!
LOCK!!! LOCK!!! WHERE's Demonhood.
Sniff.
I'm taking my ball and going straight home.

Always the Finn what ruins the fun for all.
Heh. boots told you you got a bum Iceland schtick.

Dunno. Made it up. Ask Mr. Meatballs-for-dipthongs for the enytmology, I'm sure he's got six bookmarks filled with "fun Swedish facts."



Wrong. I got voodoo.



Preachin' to the choir, my friend, preachin' to the choir.



Ha! Don't you dare! I'm brewin' up some good zingers that involve St Peter, chemistry and your so-called "vocation." Get ready to drown your sorrows at Bar A or Bar B, my friend, get ready.

Like that's supposed to be some kind of consolation.

Me and voodoo are very happy together. You and your chemistry set, though, well, HEY! don't you have some venison to try to turn into party favors? Hmmm?

Seriously, I wish!

Hee-heee. I like to watch...

Pervert!

You don't know the half of it...
heeeehheehehehe

Well, I take everything I said in my first post back. This thread is getting me high AS WE SPEAK.

You filthy pieces of extended rectum.

For the love of GOD! (Guarantees a Zimphire response)

This is the GAYEST. THREAD. EVER. (More Zim baiting.)



Was that what we're supposed to do here, maxelson, you cheesy bastard?

But as he knew no bad language, he had called him all the names of common objects that he could think of, and had screamed: "You lamp! You towel! You plate!" and so on. -- Sigmund Freud

Why yes, yes Neanderthall Sloping Forehead Backwoods Montanaboy, it was!

Oooop. I smell butter. And tripe. And fennel.
That can only mean...

Hey hey HEY hey hey...is this a veiled reference to Lerkfish?
Is it some sort of scando haagis pogrom?
Is it a KY jelly sort of thing?
Is the capital of Vermont Montpelier?

does my butt look too big in these camouflage pants?