A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[Tsotha]

What an evil day. Made a big fire, a human bellow amidst flames, soot in and out, eyes falling into rising sparks. Now I'm having charcoal thoughts, ducts clogged by charcoal dreams. Roast, everything.

 

[normal jean]

a poet walks into a bar-----


DING!


yeah, I know, just cant help myself sometimes

 

[twelveoone]

a poet walks into a bar-----


DING!


yeah, I know, just cant help myself sometimes

well, howdy stranger
new 'round these parts?
I'm effectin a country twang, since I tole some heavy metal gal, that instead of metal lyrics, she should set horrid C&W lyrics to death metal music. and fuck, that's the best idea I had in years
well my dog done died
but he's the devil
ran off with my wife
and my pick-up truck
and now he's turnin' back
got me in the headlights
and floors it, but fuck him
I'm fuckin Thor...

needs a little work, cross over is hard to do

 

[butters]

Pass

'zactly. what's the point in unpleasurable? it's a non-starter.

What an evil day. Made a big fire, a human bellow amidst flames, soot in and out, eyes falling into rising sparks. Now I'm having charcoal thoughts, ducts clogged by charcoal dreams. Roast, everything.

ooooh... you painter of mind-pictures
but did you roast potatoes?

a poet walks into a bar-----


DING!


yeah, I know, just cant help myself sometimes

ha

 

[butters]

well, howdy stranger
new 'round these parts?
I'm effectin a country twang, since I tole some heavy metal gal, that instead of metal lyrics, she should set horrid C&W lyrics to death metal music. and fuck, that's the best idea I had in years
well my dog done died
but he's the devil
ran off with my wife
and my pick-up truck
and now he's turnin' back
got me in the headlights
and floors it, but fuck him
I'm fuckin Thor...

needs a little work, cross over is hard to do

does Thor know?

ok, i really wanted to run with "if i was a hammer...''

 

[twelveoone]

re: thor
well he is kinda good looking...

the stooges for tso
but you too butters


whoops wrong stooges

now you know where Simon and Garfunkel started from

 

[Tsotha]

ooooh... you painter of mind-pictures
but did you roast potatoes?

What, am I Samwise Gamgee, now? No 'taters, precious.

I put pieces of animals on skewers, dripping salt and blood, and then I placed them over smoke and fire. Searing grease sealing in the flavour. Then I ate those poor bastards.

 

[Tsotha]

the stooges for tso

Yeah, right. I'm not that culturally challenged.

 

[twelveoone]

What, am I Samwise Gamgee, now? No 'taters, precious.

I put pieces of animals on skewers, dripping salt and blood, and then I placed them over smoke and fire. Searing grease sealing in the flavour. Then I ate those poor bastards.

I hope they were dead before they hit your mouth.
Screaming flamming otters will do a number in your face.

 

[twelveoone]

Yeah, right. I'm not that culturally challenged.

geriatric punk, a shame what the elderly have to do to make ends meet.

 

[Tsotha]

geriatric punk, a shame what the elderly have to do to make ends meet.

It's pretty awesome, though, isn't it? I mean, I don't think he gives a single fuck about what others think. Good for him...

 

[HarryHill]

What, am I Samwise Gamgee, now? No 'taters, precious.

I put pieces of animals on skewers, dripping salt and blood, and then I placed them over smoke and fire. Searing grease sealing in the flavour. Then I ate those poor bastards.

Burn somw more, I'm starving

 

[butters]

re: thor
well he is kinda good looking...

the stooges for tso
but you too butters


whoops wrong stooges

now you know where Simon and Garfunkel started from

i gotta check out that first tomorrow on the real pc...

the second? round and round and round we go... duck duck, goose!

 

[HarryHill]

i gotta check out that first tomorrow on the real pc...

the second? round and round and round we go... duck duck, goose!

Yay! she's still awake

 

[butters]

What, am I Samwise Gamgee, now? No 'taters, precious.

I put pieces of animals on skewers, dripping salt and blood, and then I placed them over smoke and fire. Searing grease sealing in the flavour. Then I ate those poor bastards.

no taters
ok, gimme meat

I hope they were dead before they hit your mouth.
Screaming flaming otters will do a number in your face.

sounds like a postprandial sugar-burn band name - the thought of them doing a 'number in your face' is quite disturbing. really.

Burn some more, I'm starving

tosses a horse on the barbie


well, yanno, don't go there

 

[butters]

Yay! she's still awake

i am x
though slipping further and further down the bed

 

[HarryHill]

i am x
though slipping further and further down the bed

down just a little further please

 

[Tsotha]

Burn somw more, I'm starving

no taters
ok, gimme meat

Ok, we can stuff those 'taters with queso parrillero.

Here you go, meat... Hm. Bon appétit.

 

[butters]

down just a little further please

how's the sunburn?

 

[HarryHill]

how's the sunburn?

I was smart enough to head for the green before any real damage was done, but I had my hair up so I'm a red neck again.

 

[butters]

Ok, we can stuff those 'taters with queso parrillero.

Here you go, meat... Hm. Bon appétit.

oh nom! is that cheese, chilli & pesto?

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaattttttttttt

this is so bad, i'm starving now - so much so i'm resorting to eating seedy bread spread with hummus, in bed! disgraceful.

 

[Tsotha]

I was smart enough to head for the green before any real damage was done, but I had my hair up so I'm a red neck again.

You have long hair, right? Not a mullet?

 

[butters]

I was smart enough to head for the green before any real damage was done, but I had my hair up so I'm a red neck again.

 

[HarryHill]

Ok, we can stuff those 'taters with queso parrillero.

Here you go, meat... Hm. Bon appétit.

..
that's cold, supper's a half hour away queso parillerio looks great!

 

[HarryHill]

You have long hair, right? Not a mullet?

haven't cut it in 8 years or so, beard was the same until butters wanted to see my face