||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night." ||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for April 19, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:25 AM and late as usual, it's Son of Firesign, just back from Vermillion." Son of Firesign:Lord Eddie Beaverbrooke! Turn over a new mattress...! Oh, Lord I can't!! Son of Firesign:Radio Now! Chump Threads comin atcha width Sports In Your Shorts... ... I been bettin on my own kids games!! No more!! ... Where's that chair!?!!?! I've been locked in this box by those guys with the eyeball hats!! ||||||||| Around 7:26 AM, Son of Firesign walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 19, 2012 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?" ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Merlyn: hey dex Merlyn: let's scroll off the big text Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn ||||||||| cease enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Merlyn: just a little more smalltalk Merlyn: not the computer language cease: hi merl, dex Dexter Fong: Howe small is he Dexter Fong: Hi Cat cease: see you in a couple days, merl Dexter Fong: We're scrolling of the big text Merlyn: yep cat cease: you were absent last week, dex? Merlyn: are you going to the hollywood thingy? Merlyn: or whereever it is Dexter Fong: We're almost there cease: no Dexter Fong: Yes I was Cat Merlyn: I am there, dex, I only use 10 lines Dexter Fong: Gave notice the week before as I always try to do Merlyn: but I will keep typing for you Dexter Fong: I'm a 20x20 man myself Dexter Fong: All clear Dexter Fong: Merlyn, you are my type Merlyn: maybe I have pica then Merlyn: I could eat my words Dexter Fong: Hey! No picaing Merlyn: the joke drought continues cease: i trust that will end on saturday night cease: you know what's happening at the theatre, merl? Merlyn: well, a partial joke drought since Peter is gone Merlyn: no idea Merlyn: but some xm radio footage will be used in a tribute Merlyn: so there will be lots of footage of Peter at some point Merlyn: "radio footage" cease: that's good Merlyn: there's a mixed metaphor cease: i see the announcement on planet p as well as facebook that video of the event will happen, somewhere Merlyn: yeah, somehow cease: you're not part of the taping? cease: taylor tells me he wont be there. Merlyn: I think they've got something set up, but I'll bring my canera Merlyn: taylor can't make it? bummer cease: and i leqrn from facebook that joe auger wont be there cease: i had thought to bring my good camera, but if it wont be needed, might as well leave it home Merlyn: you mean video camera? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hey poop Principalpoop: hey all cease: hi poop cease: yes i have a canon xl-1, a very good camera, even though it's 9 years old Principalpoop: go ahead and take your good camera, photos for you cease: it's a bitch to shlep around. heavy Principalpoop: probably analog, does it make VHS? Merlyn: digital? Merlyn: Mine's older Merlyn: I'm bringing my camera cease: digital. cease: i held on to your camera to stabilize it at the langley shows, merl. cease: detracted somewhat from my enjoyment of the shows cease: same with the 99 shows where doc tech and i used both our DATs to record the shows cease: worrying about audio/video does detract from enjoyment of humour Principalpoop: some of the younger audience is probably taping and streaming the action with google glasses cease: you think they're already happening, poop? Dexter Fong: Google glasses? The kind with the eyeball on a spring? Principalpoop: not on the street, but sure cease: bergman would approve. he always wanted to be in on the latest tech thing Principalpoop: that was mission impossible technology from the 90s hehe cease: i saw them on colbert. i thought they were only for people of his ilk Principalpoop: heads up display in goggles in not new Principalpoop: having google as the display, is Merlyn: they should've gone with "google goggles" Principalpoop: what are people texting about all the fucking time? I see them now in waiting rooms, texting constantly Dexter Fong: They're texting about have to sit in waiting rooms Principalpoop: nobody is alone, they are conversing with their pals 24/7 cease: better than hearing people babbling on their cell phones all the time Principalpoop: that is why they have magazines for christs sake hehe Dexter Fong: Magazines have to many characters Principalpoop: years since I skimmed through a mademoiselle Merlyn: magazines have too many bullets Principalpoop: that is true, commercials every place you look, billboards, tv, cars, clothes Dexter Fong: Praise the lord and pass the Mademoiselle Principalpoop: i got called before I found the scratch and sniff Merlyn: especially machine gun magazines Dexter Fong: Like Glock & SPIEL Merlyn: scratch and sniff machine gun magazines Merlyn: blow your nose off Principalpoop: i saw top gun or top shot the other day, bulleyes at 1500 yards, omg Merlyn: glock & der spiegel? Dexter Fong: Jah Principalpoop: herr springer Principalpoop: with a herr trigger Dexter Fong: Mine Glockenspiel has a hair trigger Merlyn: and a herr ing Dexter Fong: What? Merlyn: I just realized some asian people who move to Germany would be Herr Ng Principalpoop: NRA and others say Obamas first term was a scam, a ruse, the 2nd 4 years he will gut the constitution... Merlyn: a commie would be a red Herr Ng Principalpoop: lol M Merlyn: yeah, dictator tyrants always wait a courtesy term Principalpoop: somebody must have used that before, I hope so lol Dexter Fong: And you can truly rely on the NRAfor unbiased information Principalpoop: they know it in their stomach, not by facts in their brain cease: they have certainly taken over canada. as soon as they got a majority, the conservatives erased the gun registry here Dexter Fong: For their stomach knowledge come not from their brains but from their asses Merlyn: gut mit uns? Dexter Fong: Thanks knitted them nyself Principalpoop: so, with their heads up their asses, they just think it is the stomach? Dexter Fong: Duo denum Dexter Fong: two denums instead of one Principalpoop: mitt said the dog loved it, you try it you sob, see if you love it Principalpoop: gd sob Dexter Fong: gd sob= Good sorbet? Principalpoop: unrelenting wind for miles and miles, come on now Principalpoop: he is really trusting in etchosketch and that we are idiots... Merlyn: cat, let me give you my cellphone number Principalpoop: he is up in the polls, lol cease: if america weren't full of idiots, how do you explain republicans? cease: oh, you have a cell now, merl? Merlyn: yep, finally got a cheap one Dexter Fong: It is quite possible that Mitt is dumber than GWB cease: i'll be with a friend and he has one. cease: thanks merl Principalpoop: i think so, his stories blow my mind cease: we're both at the same hotel. Merlyn: not snubbing you other guys, just don't want spammers to find it Dexter Fong: The Pink Hotel? Dexter Fong: I think it burned down Principalpoop: sniff sniff, ok, i will turn off the gas cease: will find out its colour, soon enough Principalpoop: server error, only in the bottom part of the chat? Principalpoop: never seen that before Dexter Fong: Oooh! "colo*U*r" I love it Merlyn: refresh PP? Principalpoop: Premature end of script headers: chatpriv.php Principalpoop: i tried that, chat is ok ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:38 PM and late as usual, it's jahgust, just back from Hellmouth." Dexter Fong: Hi jah jahgust: Hello Dear Friends! Principalpoop: Server error! The server encountered an internal error and was unable to complete your request. Principalpoop: i will log out and try again ||||||||| At 9:40 PM, Principalpoop hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: wb poop Principalpoop: fine again Principalpoop: that is new, a problem lurking out there M lol Dexter Fong: refined jahgust: This is worker speaking. Was it something I said? Merlyn: nope, that's the host machine's problem Dexter Fong: Not yet Principalpoop: bring me just a taste of something fine Dexter Fong: Try thic copy of Mademoiselle Merlyn: hey jahgust cease: hi joe Principalpoop: it happened before you arrived jahgust, or I would not hesitate to blame you jahgust: Hey Merl Dexter Fong: Blame him anyway jahgust: Ah well as everything revolves around me it MUST be my fault!! Principalpoop: it is his fault M, give him a disease Dexter Fong: Since he wasn't here, he has no albino er alibi Principalpoop: how do you choose a color for a cell phone M? Principalpoop: looking for cool or serious or fun? hehe Dexter Fong: By touch jahgust: HHmm I feel like a spot of jaundice tonight Catherwood, can you hit me up? ||||||||| Catherwood hits jahgust up. jahgust: MMM much better! Dexter Fong: Catherwood just saw the 3 Stooges movie ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong Merlyn: just got 2 black phones Principalpoop: i think the expensive have little jackets, you can change them to fit your mood or outfit
Dexter Fong hits Catherwood over the head with a big hammer ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong Dexter Fong: Poop: My phone has a little fried pork jacket Principalpoop: is that kosher? Dexter Fong: Not on Saturdays Merlyn: mine has a smoking jacket if I plug it into 220 V Principalpoop: you have to use the land line? Dexter Fong: Yes and two if by sea Merlyn: just the land sharks Principalpoop: i want cell phones I can use once and throw in a trash can like a drug dealer or spy Dexter Fong: Don't open the door it's a trick Dexter Fong: Poop: Just follow then and grab the phone they thrw away Merlyn: a sleeper cell phone? Principalpoop: no, then the cops or the other spies will be after me, I am not stupid hehe Dexter Fong: Yes, it's on vibrate cease: did woody allen's sleeper predict cell phones? Principalpoop: call me, call me anytime, I keep my cell phone in my right front pocket, wink wink cease: sounds like a line from proctor and bergman's Power Merlyn: no, but gay robots Merlyn: or at least fey robots Merlyn: or maybe Fe robots Dexter Fong: Like on Ferguson's show"? Merlyn: made of iron Principalpoop: it is all about you jag, throw in your 2 cents cease: sounds like chinese art exhibit i'm watching now on pbs news Dexter Fong: Iron Maiden, a great band cease: archeology for the future Principalpoop: were they heavy metal? Merlyn: someone pointed out that "female" = "Fe male" = "iron man" jahgust: sorry had a call, wud I miss? Dexter Fong: You missed all the exposition Principalpoop: ahh ok, nevermind, you were on topic, you were on the topic Dexter Fong: Cell phones in our future? Yes or Maybe. jahgust: since the eagle landed? Dexter Fong: I spread the eagle Principalpoop: i think they will be inserted in the brain Principalpoop: i beat off the eagle Dexter Fong: Eagles? I don't wanna be a birdbrain jahgust: Egalitarians the lot of you! Dexter Fong: A Hummingbird seems more feasible, but then I'd be a hummer cease: the band should be on tonight Merlyn: you can check the log, or log the czech Dexter Fong: Seems fair enough Principalpoop: a band on the leg? Dexter Fong: House arrest cease: i see him on pbs performing at his house a few monthes ago cease: looks older than shit, but could still sing, sort of Dexter Fong: NEW musical genre...House arrest music Dexter Fong: Cat: Who you talking about? cease: 5 years younger than dex cease: levon helm, just died cease: died of old age Dexter Fong: Wow, and Dick Clark too jahgust: Band with the Runs,(early Mccartney Demo akin to Scrambled Eggs)! cease: clark was like paul krassner, eternally young. krassner just turned 80 last week cease: i told him 80 is the new 79 jahgust: Greg Ham of Men At Work also found dead today... really bad year for musicians so far Principalpoop: goodness cease: he came from a band down under cease: now he's under Dexter Fong: They run counterclockwise Merlyn: where women glow, and men thunder Principalpoop: How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, and have nothing to say? Dexter Fong: They're mute? Principalpoop: wrong song, vegomite sandwich Dexter Fong: Hum this one: Ploughman's lunch Principalpoop: bring tea for the tillerman jahgust: Poop Bad Grammar perhaps? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: volga boatman Dexter Fong: I'll just have some pickles down the rat hole jahgust: Gesundheit! Principalpoop: have ken put some shrimp on barbie Dexter Fong: Captain Gesundheit, lubber Principalpoop: heck, i forget how volga boatman goes, I will need to youtube later cease: very tasty pickels Dexter Fong: It's the smoked paprika Principalpoop: i never tried smoking paprika, bong it? cease: i didnt know paprika smoked Dexter Fong: You need a designated smoker poop Principalpoop: sure paprika smokes, thats what makes it rika jahgust: Paprika I loved that women but she reaked havoc on Pap! Dexter Fong: Porta rika? Principalpoop: yes the portapotta rika Dexter Fong: Ah! Toilet humor....at last.....=} Principalpoop: no no, lets not go there Principalpoop: try the last stall on the left jahgust: So that is where she goes! Dexter Fong: And I rise again, flushed Dexter Fong: afkfr Principalpoop:http://184.108.40.206/T4H.html Principalpoop: fong is a floater cease: were we not on for a minute? Principalpoop: yes, stalled here also Principalpoop: china and america practicing their cyberwarfare jahgust: unhappy macnam...creepy!! Dexter Fong: I just got the server error thingie poop and merl Principalpoop: just as san francisco shut down all the cell phone and text antennas on the occupy folks Principalpoop: this internet is fragile jahgust: Poop Thats what she said!! Principalpoop: i had to reboot the chat to escape that error message fong, otherwise harmless cease: life is fragile Dexter Fong: I just reloaded my magazine poop Principalpoop: i love pronouncing that frah gill lee jahgust: Look under fragile! Dexter Fong: Poop: As in a girl's leg lamp frah gill lee? Principalpoop: that is her Principalpoop: i think she was a fraulein when she modeled for that Principalpoop: a frau lying down hehe Dexter Fong: I think she was a fauxlein Dexter Fong: in a fried pork jacket Principalpoop: oh he said faux, ban him Principalpoop: faux me? noo faux you Dexter Fong: fuax you...faux me....faux evermore Principalpoop: you faux my wife? Dexter Fong: Not me..it was the bees and the spiders dey jammed the faulock Principalpoop: you scream I scream we all go faux ice cream Principalpoop: put that in the form of a question Dexter Fong: wait a minure mister.....I gotta nickel Dexter Fong: inute jahgust: Wait for me! cease: sorry, it costs a dime Principalpoop: wait a minute mister postman Dexter Fong: I just dropped a dime Principalpoop: rats, I was going to ask if I could borrow it Principalpoop: i think phone calls are 25 cents now, if you can find a public phone Principalpoop: most people have cell phones hehe jahgust: Unfortunatly the dime was in rococos pocket! Principalpoop: some are black, some are other colors Dexter Fong: They are seldom seen Principalpoop: This has not happened to me since M cease: most but not all Dexter Fong: This has not happened to *me* since L Principalpoop: we have all passed a lot of water since L jahgust: Are we watching our Ps and Qs tonight or are we just F'ed? Principalpoop: see that pond going by right there? Dexter Fong: Some of it over the dam, some of it under the bridge, but a lot of it in our pants Principalpoop: yes, don't forget being PO'd Dexter Fong: F'ed? Some kind of shipping company....a governmental regulatory committee board? Principalpoop: off, not on, perverts Dexter Fong: Off you go then perverts jahgust: Effing A... Dexter Fong: Yeah!! Principalpoop: so a moron can tell if he is coming or going... Principalpoop: white versus yellow Dexter Fong: Only if he asks another moron who went into the bar with him jahgust: A sudsidiary of U.S. plus...they own the idea of probably everything at this point... Dexter Fong: They *OWN* the idea of owning jahgust: I see we are raising the bar tonight! Dexter Fong: White versus yellow? Are instigating race wars poop? Principalpoop: OWN OWN OWN, americans mantra, OM OM OM indias mantra OY OY OY israels mantra jahgust: mmm...now I want raisin bars!! Dexter Fong: jah: The bar is up and open...everybody's welcome cease: does the bar need a raise? i thought it was working for scale Principalpoop: i want a rebar pie Dexter Fong: A bar scale. for that perfect blend Dexter Fong: Poop: You want extra cement on that? jahgust: Rebar Pie sounds like something Goodyear might make! Principalpoop: a bar stool, for that perfect sitting experience cease: bye bye, rebar pie Dexter Fong: A set of 20s wrapped with Goodyear rebar Pies Principalpoop: drove my mini to the fini Dexter Fong: They don't just grip the pavement, they take a slice out of it jahgust: Do your old tires make you feel old and tired then put a brace of rebar pies on the caddy and head down to the ninth hole!! Dexter Fong: You'll be glad you did Principalpoop: oiy oiy oiy welsh mantra, where is llan? Dexter Fong: Und vere is Hairtweeny Principalpoop: all this tire talk makes me pneumatic cease: not everyone shows up every week Dexter Fong: Well hell, where's their sense of propriety? Principalpoop: look at fong, he is here, but counts as a minus Dexter Fong: And you too are a minus but multiply us and its puss all the...plus all the way jahgust: Does he have the Minus touch? Principalpoop: in society, propriety they say marie cease: but 2 minuses make a plus Dexter Fong: I used to play bass, they said I had theMingus touch Principalpoop: speaking of my sinuses, don't
Dexter Fong makes a somewhat obscure jazz reference Principalpoop: everyone knows dingus mingus, only had 2 fingers, tried to play bass jahgust: I just made a Jazz Noise in here...my cat did not think it was funny... Dexter Fong: On which hand were the two fingers? Principalpoop: revenge kitty, get revenge Principalpoop: one on each Dexter Fong: Shit in his shoe kitty jahgust: yuuuu Dexter Fong: Poop: That would be a serious deficit to overcome, bass playing wise jahgust: That is what my cat just contributed!!! No foolin! Principalpoop: yep, they were not being nice when they said you had the mingus touch Dexter Fong: The shit in the shoe? Principalpoop: he gentle tapped the keyboard, how cute, slap it hard quick so it learns to stay away jahgust: no the cryptic..."yuuuu"... weird! Principalpoop: he goes to the cat chat while you are at work Principalpoop: bragging about how many hours of naps they had, mouses they caught and played with cease: in france that would be the chat chat jahgust: him and his brother put on my newly washed clothes and strut around making snarky remarks about me!
Dexter Fong quotes from Cat Chat "I justed licked my ass. Wonder what I had for breakfast. Wait somethings moving over by the corner of the ceiling. I'll stare at it for 3 minutes. Principalpoop: catty, well they are cats afterall Principalpoop: sorry cat Dexter Fong: Cat: oui! oui! =) cease: better than watch the blue jays lose again Dexter Fong: A cat against a blue jay? The cat wins everytime unless the bluejay can fly away Dexter Fong: Hey Hey cease: down 3-9 against tampa Dexter Fong: Bay Bay! Principalpoop: oh bay bay cease: lost 2-12 yesterday Principalpoop: heading up into basketball scores Dexter Fong: Are they on the road? Dexter Fong: Heads up! cease: no, at home. doesnt do them much good cease: they lost 2 of 3 to baltimore, and that's hard to do Principalpoop: are they on the road, again? cease: had a great spring training, not that it means anything. Merlyn: hey, see you next week, except see you Saturday cat Principalpoop: night M, thanks Principalpoop: enjoy your phone :D cease: nba playoffs coming soon cease: yes merl see you soonest Dexter Fong: Well Baltimores got a good young crop of youngsters just up from the fruitfly league ||||||||| Merlyn scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:42 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Night and thanks merlyn jahgust: Night Merl unfortunatley I cannot make this weekend so hopefully chat soon! cease: i tried to talk to las vegasons about baseball as lv is the blue jays triple A team, but couldnt meet anyone who cared cease: yes joe, you'll be there in spirit anyway Dexter Fong: And I too cat cease: of course, dex Principalpoop: what if he needs his spirit where he is? how can he be in two places when he is not anywhere at all? cease: i dont know if bergman believed in such things, or just pretended to for amusement Dexter Fong: I carry my spirits in an ald silver flask my daddy stole cease: he believed a LOT of strange things Principalpoop: it doesn't matter if you believe in God, God believes in you, gotcha!!! Dexter Fong: Cat: Did he *really* believe them or just entertained them because he thought they were of interest jahgust: I will be there! In spiritus! There will be a little You Tube tribute that I put together up for the weekend for revelers to enjoy of me covering The Loon Song behind shots of what ended up being Petes last L.A. shows. Principalpoop: cornered like a rat, no atheists allowed cease: who knows? cease: that was fantastic, joe Principalpoop: ok, i supposed you could astral-projection, that is not religious Dexter Fong: There are no atheists in the rat hole, only pickles Dexter Fong: An once a week, bottles cease: pickles down the rat hole, still picking Dexter Fong: For the morale Principalpoop: how is bottles? she must be getting long in the tooth now Principalpoop: cool jahgust, das gut cease: that's ok. it's a long bottle Dexter Fong: Actually, she had her teeth filed down Principalpoop: or they grow through the brain Dexter Fong: Got herself a 18 Carrott grille Principalpoop: now she has 2 racks, maybe 3 Dexter Fong: Rack 'em up is whatIsay Principalpoop: rack rack rack pool sharks mantra Dexter Fong: You the same guy I played before the bets tripled....pool sharks lament Principalpoop: folks used to almost get violent, i would make shots that made me burst out loud laughing Principalpoop: how the hell did I do that? lool Principalpoop: mediocre with flashes of miracles Principalpoop: ahh my wasted youth, dogs wants out, brb Dexter Fong: Poop: A wonderful game for that kind of fun is "Call rotation" call the ball and the pocket: don't have to call combos, banks etc, you make your shot and get to keep the garbage Dexter Fong: Cat: Remind me again when you're going to Vegas please Dexter Fong: jah: Do you know when cat is going to Vegas? cease: me? Dexter Fong: Any other cats still here? cease: i was there in feb. not going again this year that i'm aware of jahgust: I'm gonna say..."yuuuu".... Dexter Fong: lol jah cease: you'd know that if you read www.seemrealland.blogspot.com Dexter Fong: Cat: Well...okay...thought you might have entered a contest and won a week at Steve Wynn's joint or something ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. cease: if steve offered me a joint, i'd have to consider it Dexter Fong: Cat: Aws you well know, I'm barely on line and my experiences with your blogsite have casued my terribly infirm PC to develop displasia... cease: i'm going to washington to honour peter bergman on saturday. that's my only planned trip to the states this year Dexter Fong: Wouldn't it be both cool and wierd if Bergman were buried in Arlington ... cease: indeed, dex jahgust: He was cremated I believe... Dexter Fong: Buried next to Bob and Ray (maybe Bob's still with us) cease: yes he is, dex cease: i heard interview with his son a few days ago Dexter Fong: Don't just bury that axe Eugene, bury the ashes cease: eugne, the city of axes Dexter Fong: The world revolves around Eugene...and of course, jahgust =)) jahgust: Ima gettin so dizzy!! jahgust: I been popping reds and yellows all day! Dexter Fong: I'm gettin' bird cease: now get dazzy and enter the baseball hall of fame Dexter Fong: From 1500 yards too Dexter Fong: 1500 yards? Thats a new record for the kick, pass punt competition jahgust: I think I am just gonna get sleepy and enter he bed chamber...look for stuff on You Tube this weekend...tah all! gotta work inna mornin! Dexter Fong: TAH LAH! jah Dexter Fong: pardon the caps cease: by joe jahgust: Cat say hey to the boyz and Oona for me!! Dexter Fong: or except them as proper tribute ||||||||| "Hey jahgust!" ... jahgust turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... cease: will do, joe cease: off we creep ||||||||| cease hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 11:11 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Cat: While I'd heard of the fabulous "momfuku" for some time, I never really knew where it was....found out today, it only 2 and 1/2 blocks away Dexter Fong: well hell, sorry poop but I'm gone too. see yah next week Principalpoop: back Principalpoop: night night, fox or possom o rsomething out there Principalpoop: little red eyes lsol Principalpoop: ciao bebe ||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:18 PM. ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Son of Firesign