A Firesign Chat
07/18/2013




Archive

||||||||| 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 July 18, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'mistabumpy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 3:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
mistabumpy: Wha ?!?....
||||||||| It's 3:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mistabumpy - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:28 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning around 7:45pm CST. Listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| ruthless steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rocket J. Squirrel close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Rocket J. Squirrel: I am not much fun, I fell right over...
DJTween: Evenin' folks
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: Happy Mandela Day
Rocket J. Squirrel: I am seeing an ever widening door opening in that pyramid...
DJTween: Don't go in there son!
DJTween: There's bees & spiders!
||||||||| charliechance enters at 8:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) - HAPPY MANDELA DAY'
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:49 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs charliechance by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DJTween: Hello Charles
DJTween: ** Tonight's fare is Lawyer's Hospital
||||||||| tirebiter enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hi Georgie
tirebiter: there seems to be some green letters in here
DJTween: Catherwood is Irish
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to DJTween and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Rocket J. Squirrel: More greens
||||||||| 8:54 PM: jaypea jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTween: Hi Jaypea
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:55 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving squeeze_the_wheeze coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey Wheezy
Rocket J. Squirrel: I found this copy of Naked Lunch in this rice paddy I was in...
DJTween: Dropped by the Enola McLuhan?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's CS, just back from Vancouver."
DJTween: Hi cease
jaypea: let's see wha this baby can do...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Captain Equinox into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop falls out at 8:58 PM.
DJTween: Hi Capt
CS: Hi Tween, chatters
Rocket J. Squirrel: as a matter of fact, that was the bomber plane's name
tirebiter: i've pirated the pirates starring the reverand bob tackle http://greatdome.net/wmv.content/martain.wmv
DJTween: Hey P
Captain Equinox: Hello, Seekers!
Principalpoop: oye como va
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Hey EW
tirebiter: is it sudden death or sudden victory?
Rocket J. Squirrel: que pasa hombre, got any gold?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rumpl4skn into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 18, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
tirebiter: i've got a lid in the car
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM bus from Moorefield pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Beet: Absent way too long. On time tonight. Hi gang.
DJTween: Sudden immortality, or sudden death?
DJTween: Hi Rump, Beet
EWeston: Hey Tweeny really jazzed to be here!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:00 PM, dragging Suzi by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Rumpl4skn: HI.
DJTween: Hi Suzy
Beet: Nice to see you DJ
CS: i remember an ad for jackson browne from the magic mushroom show
EWeston: And beet rumple howdy too
||||||||| chetutley sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: oh suzi Q
Suzi : Hi
Beet: Hi, EW
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:01 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs chetutley by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
tirebiter: my god the chat is disappearing!
Rumpl4skn: I'm a virgin chatter here. Go easy with me.
DJTween: Suzy Cream Cheese?
Principalpoop: cs again, a flash from the past flash
EWeston: Do not be intimidared...or else.
||||||||| 9:02 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Captain Equinox: Not to be torturing me!
shoes for the dead: howdy all
tirebiter: that'cally impossibe.
EWeston: Sweat it out, Mr Young Guy!
Suzi : Hi
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Beet: Howdy Shoes
shoes for the dead: hi tween
Rumpl4skn -)
EWeston: Hey suzi, Captn, Pooper and anyone else here, or might be here.
tirebiter: it's earlier in the midwest does it seem later there?
Rumpl4skn: hmm..... this thing erased my eyes
shoes for the dead: later than when?
tirebiter: yes it looks for the dirty stuff
Principalpoop: me, myself and I agree, on that at least
Rumpl4skn: I have to go to work tonight at 9pm, so I'm just here for the foreplay.
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
EWeston: As Rocky said,"don't settle for the guts. Go for the eyes!"
tirebiter: the new 3.0 firesign chat test version being tested at fermilabls lets nly the funny chat through
shoes for the dead: yummy anchovy opium eyes
||||||||| "9:05 PM? 9:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Studebaker should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Studebaker enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Rocket J. Squirrel: How do I make my voice do this?
tirebiter: and takes the o ot of only
Captain Equinox: you said titular
Rocket J. Squirrel: I know a girl with nice titulars
Rumpl4skn: they're bresticles
tirebiter: are the actual firesign uning their pseudonyms or are they using them?
EWeston: Unconcious animal instinct sounds?
shoes for the dead: don't squeeze the wheeze
Rumpl4skn: uning
||||||||| 9:07 PM: nicky nicky nicky jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
DJTween: If FST members come in here, their names will be in red
DJTween: Hi Nicky
tirebiter: you lie!
Rumpl4skn: because they're communists
DJTween: yes, All Hail Marx and Lennon!
tirebiter: grateful analysts
EWeston: Columnists?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - LAWYER’S HOSPITAL - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at - (out of print, but available on YouTube)'
Rumpl4skn: columnist agitators
Beet: Thes guys must have spent amazing hours in front of the tube.
nicky nicky nicky: hi all, tires inflated and ready to go
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tirebiter: glued
EWeston: And the crossbeams is a shakin
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rocket J. Squirrel: Porgy! Porgy Tirebiter!
Beet: Love those silverfish
shoes for the dead: shakin mad bwams?
shoes for the dead: beams
EWeston: Pop pop pop
tirebiter: damn theyre quick and probably on drugs
Principalpoop: hardlining on the big channels
Rocket J. Squirrel: Oh, it ain't no use If you ain't got the boost ...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:11 PM, dragging the e_ectr_cian by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: The Mental Minority lol
Rumpl4skn: probly drunk, drivin' around
EWeston: I like to eat my Looseners in the rain
DJTween: Hi Mr. Lectric
tirebiter: my dad likes wheel of fortune but he also like certain mtv music videos witth sound off
||||||||| Studebaker leaves at 9:12 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Rumpl4skn: Sound off! 1 2! Tree Frog 3 4!
Rumpl4skn: no, that was wrong
DJTween: Hi Studebaker
EWeston: Kune Town
tirebiter: man the baker hardly sunk the bobber
Principalpoop: where is edsel, ethel
Rumpl4skn: Hound dog kune town tree frog... I's White!
EWeston: I parked it in the awimming pool, why?
Rocket J. Squirrel: Did I mention I hail from Spasmodic?
||||||||| dude tiptoes in around 9:14 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Beet: Ethel can't afFord Edsel
DJTween: Yo dude
tirebiter: oh god
Principalpoop: oh dude, i'd be in trouble if you left me now
EWeston: S'ok, I'm a Hong Kong Fireworks Brigade Vet m'self
shoes for the dead: hey dood
tirebiter: smelllike victory
Principalpoop: we can beet around that bush all night
Beet: Thank you
EWeston: I don't know my nose burnt off
tirebiter: i'm guessing under all that greasepaint you still want to go out on tour
Principalpoop: borscht
EWeston: It saves on the ol lighting bill
Beet: kazoondheit
Principalpoop: yowzah
tirebiter: we have some fine young venues here in madison
EWeston: Whiplash!
DJTween: I've heard good things about Madison
DJTween: or Mad City, as some say
Principalpoop: the girls of kodak, under-developed and over-exposed
CS: the austin of wisconsin?
tirebiter: comfortable electric chairs for your audiences viewing enterainment
Rocket J. Squirrel: Ah Madison- just south of Smegma
EWeston: Thank you MR. Pronoucer!
Rocket J. Squirrel: Rex Bogusz was a great actor
Rufus_T_Firetween: Might be, cease
Principalpoop: on wisconsin, as they say
Beet: Spazmodic?
EWeston: Don't get him a Praticia Zunt together. The scales will fly.
||||||||| little ricky sashays in at 9:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: who are "they"?
DJTween: Hi Ricky
Principalpoop: and the isles fo langrehand
DJTween: THEM
little ricky: knock nock
Rocket J. Squirrel: Where is the sitting room? I would like to wait there...
Beet: I'll bite, who's there?
Principalpoop: what good is sitting alone in your room?
tirebiter: monk was down here when the union protests were going on
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Lil', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
shoes for the dead: they must be on wisconsin to say something like that
EWeston: He's not for sale
DJTween: Hi Lil
Principalpoop: oh lil
Principalpoop: kiss me quick
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Principalpoop: too late, and no tongue
Lil: {plunging-type noise]
Principalpoop: zowie, now that is what I call a kiss
Lil: LOL Hi gang
tirebiter: medical marijuana? ha! walker will institue free soma dispensors in every high school!
EWeston: She mean to Pooper?
Rocket J. Squirrel: brb, have to go help Porcelain make the bed...
Lil: Nope he likes it that way
shoes for the dead: no. he like it that way
CS: Hi Lil
Principalpoop: hehe
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:23 PM, then departs.
Lil: Is there an echo in here?
DJTween: Hi Pico
Lil: Hi boys and gals
tirebiter: don't trip on the astrolabe
Principalpoop: shooting reds and yellows all day again?
Pico & Alvarado: hello!
EWeston: No but there's one over there.
Principalpoop: a gram is better than a damn
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| the e_ectr_cian - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| ruthless - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
tirebiter: all of this coming and going makes me want to drive a cadillac past an oil well
Rocket J. Squirrel: Exorcism needed!
Principalpoop: he was a noruth kind of guy
Lil: Have I missed the walletectomy?
tirebiter: ruth is over rated
Principalpoop: no but the fox did
tirebiter: be suing you
Rocket J. Squirrel: Necessity sent me
Beet: Does that mean that "ruthless" could be a good thing?
EWeston: So your ruthless?
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||||||||| "9:26 PM? 9:26 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pNose II should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pNose II enters and sits at the bar.
tirebiter: better dead than red
Rufus_T_Firetween: You are required to have at least one ruth to join this chat
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Mr. Mayor
Principalpoop: i ate my baby ruth
EWeston: Per ther Dept of Redundancy Dept.
Rocket J. Squirrel: I have to go! Please be safe to each other!
shoes for the dead: i have half a ruth and half a jude
pNose II: just another mouse in the house
||||||||| Around 9:28 PM, Rocket J. Squirrel walks off into the sunset...
EWeston: By Rocky
tirebiter: the twinkies will be smaller but i hear they will be laced
Principalpoop: wait, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat, ahh shucks
Pico & Alvarado: buy rockie
DJTween: Safety is our motto he at Ralph Spoilsport's New and Used Body Parts
Pico & Alvarado: do you know the way to the headless body farm?
EWeston: Visit our Stemed cell section
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
||||||||| DadSir2U bounds in at 9:31 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Pico & Alvarado: no tv
Pico & Alvarado: more high-balls
DJTween: Hey Daddy-O
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's Hagerine, just back from Elmertown."
DJTween: Hi Hagerine
DadSir2U: thank you fellow kids
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EWeston: What is reality!
shoes for the dead: hey U
tirebiter: i wonder if they print this stuff up mix it with wheat paste and make pinatas
DJTween: Excellent question, EW
Pico & Alvarado: What's really going on?
Pico & Alvarado: was real
tirebiter: he broke the president
EWeston: We're all the dream of a giant dead cat names, Fred
Pico & Alvarado: large
DJTween: Whaz Reel?
Pico & Alvarado: wuz real
EWeston: This is the second reel
Pico & Alvarado: of this vintage motion picture
EWeston: High school madness.
tirebiter: reality is when conscenciousness takes a back seat to the air conditioner
DJTween: Where's Dexter?
Principalpoop: don't make me go existential on your ass...
Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong?
CS: maybe he melted
Pico & Alvarado: could be could be
EWeston: I think I'm a farter
Principalpoop: poin dexter baby
DadSir2U: this jimmy clicker bit is a real fave
Beet: I think he's doing Paul Harvey
DJTween: Didn't some of this end up on the Papoon re-release, cease?
Pico & Alvarado: nude oil
Principalpoop: batteries recharging, i have no stream
EWeston: Yep Beet
tirebiter: i hear the firesign has some brain electrodes they haven't used yet and have only safley tested on animals
DJTween: lol
CS: not sure, tween. i dont have that
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:38 PM, dragging Zero Ohms by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: pretty sure
tirebiter: check is shoes!
Pico & Alvarado: golf rat shoot
DJTween: Hi Z-O
EWeston: Next Elmer Fudd Man or myth
Pico & Alvarado: dive
Zero Ohms: Hey DJT!
tirebiter: resembles wisconsins attorney general and top mason
shoes for the dead: fudd- cross dresser
Lil: I heard it was tested on squirrels with little zippers on their suits
tirebiter: apron wearer
Zero Ohms: Everybody stay on camera!
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pNose II - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Rumpl4skn - dead from measles
||||||||| little ricky - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: mason tops, time to put up the peaches
Beet: Shades of Dick Chebey
EWeston: Bugs lead him into it
tirebiter: damn i thought there was a cure
Beet: I meant Cheney
Pico & Alvarado: bill sumatra
Captain Equinox: Smashed a rat flat
Principalpoop: lon or junior?
Zero Ohms: Oh my duck his pants have just disappeared!
shoes for the dead: cheney the dick
tirebiter: the real cheney is carefully preserved next to michael jackson for future reanimation
EWeston: It has been six weks since Madge and donny Rowlinson pulled up roots and were arrested by the parks dept.
EWeston: The mandrake screamed
shoes for the dead: the Jack Poet ads are great
Lil: Pardon me if I snore
Principalpoop: the drake relays
DJTween: The videos of Jack Poet are lots of fun
||||||||| Merlyn waltzes in at 9:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
CS: best real ads they ever did
Principalpoop: ronfler is to snore in french, much nicer sounding
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween
EWeston: Hi Meryl
Principalpoop: HI M
Merlyn: hey dj
CS: hi merl
tirebiter: my god what a knocker
Merlyn: hey e,c
Beet: Just one?
Principalpoop: waltzing merlyna
Pico & Alvarado: poet car
EWeston: Of course , the other vanished mysteriously
Principalpoop: i am obsidious
Lil: Yes!!! WBAI
tirebiter: caught in the door with neon noodle
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
EWeston: And there is no cure.
DadSir2U: wow steve post
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ZNACHKI” (WBAI 1970) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u'
Lil: I used to have two knockers but one vanished mysteriously
Beet: I am a proud owner
CS: i dont recall hearing this before
shoes for the dead: really Cs?
Beet: of Duke not boobs
CS: the time period is from their eastern tour of 1970, several shows of which are on DOMM
Captain Equinox: Thank you, Mistress.
EWeston: Victim of a wandering space time discontinuity?
Rufus_T_Firetween: aren't we all...
Captain Equinox: Love my DOMM
Zero Ohms: Victims of Mark Time?
Lil: Obviously FST was familiar with the types of calls into BAI
EWeston: Hoist on me own pettard!
||||||||| A Clem steps in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Clem
A Clem: Hi
Principalpoop: there is the other knocker, thanks
shoes for the dead: hey Clem
tirebiter: more shameless promotion of great piriated scientifically compressed web video of nick danger action! http://greatdome.net/danger/
EWeston: Those door knockers, they're reproducing!
CS: ossman got his start at wbai in late 50s
Rufus_T_Firetween: Didn't know his radio career went back that far
Pico & Alvarado: proud knocker
Principalpoop: did he dress like dobbie gillis?
tirebiter: the wisc public tv shoot was excellent
EWeston: Knocker stalker
Zero Ohms: Orlike Maynard G. Crebbs?
tirebiter: the "thunderball"
Principalpoop: ahh gilligan, and the skipper too
||||||||| zoe steps in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
tirebiter: gilligan loved the weed
tirebiter: blue light special on knockers!
Principalpoop: is that right? say it ain't so little buddy
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Pico & Alvarado: rebus cannabis
Beet: I knew a guy who was in a sect-less marriage
zoe: newbie here.. glad to find y'all
CS: chat has been going on since 95
EWeston: Hi Zoe have fun
Principalpoop: hello zoe, wadda you know?
shoes for the dead: hey Zoe, have a seat on your oen stool
tirebiter: zoe i've got a pictue of you-- http://greatdome.net/zoe.gif i think it was a french atomic drink from the 40's
Beet: I like your name
zoe: not much about snow
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
Pico & Alvarado: my angry
Lil: Welcome Zoe
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hagerine - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
zoe: awwww, you found me out! lol
Beet: what are your angry about
tirebiter: ;)
Principalpoop: speaking of atomic piles, oops wrong chat
Pico & Alvarado: fire digesting cannabals
tirebiter: many that lived are over 140 by now
EWeston: Pull up a flaming poker and get comfy
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Principalpoop: johnny, won't you please come home, oh johnny
zoe: <--too old to multitask methinks..listening, reading, responding -- oh the humanity!
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tirebiter: i was introduced to chinchillas and playboy magazine at nearly the same time
EWeston: You can't pull that trick on me,I know it ain;t snowin!
Zero Ohms: What, wait, I'm watching Crowley's 'Hexercize'
CS: my uncle used to raise chinchillas in the 50s. cute animals
EWeston: Duz your wif know ziz?
zoe: sofffft critters
Principalpoop: never too old, just keep your eye on the ball, damn my eye fell out, just a minute
zoe: lol
Beet: Mutant Blue
tirebiter: i did find a colorized version of it's a wonderful life
shoes for the dead: fireprof
EWeston: This animal is entirely synthetic!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: wolverines were just another badger when I was a kid
Beet: You can out cigarettes out on them
tirebiter: this parrot is dead! oh that's a rival comedy group
Beet: My tiping is terrible tonight
Principalpoop: i'm a lumberjack, oops
shoes for the dead: outing cigarettes?
Zero Ohms: try tipping 15%
CS: better bad typing than bad tipping
tirebiter: they control the keys
zoe: what about comedic kumbayah???
Beet: put for out I know
EWeston: We're hoping to get it out of hock soon.
shoes for the dead: they call 'em fags....
Principalpoop: excuse me while i kumbayah on the way to the bar
Zero Ohms: Principlepoop, you're needed onstage for the next skit
EWeston: Bad cow tipping, you don't wanna.
Principalpoop: i had no nap today, you all must suffer with me, hahahahaha cough cough
Zero Ohms: How do find a bad cow
||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mr.Wilmer coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
CS: better no nap than no lap
tirebiter: there's this huge grey area next to my chat room
DJTween: Wilmerrrrr
EWeston: Your email quarter is on the way.
Beet: Give him somethingfor that cough
Principalpoop: that is the truth cat
Mr.Wilmer: < cough couch >
Pico & Alvarado: have a blue moss
Mr.Wilmer: <: kaf - kaf >
zoe: <--can;t get dy-dyainu outta my head, I hate when that happens
tirebiter: willllber. why aren'tcha in there with cccarrrol?
Principalpoop: couchie couchie you too cutie pie
Mr.Wilmer: < assorted other comical wheezing noises >
EWeston: They're the ones smoking segars and reading the hose racing news
Beet: Here's a quarter
Zero Ohms: I've already turned into a crow
Principalpoop: caw caw and they went in a direction they never saw before
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
shoes for the dead: a forth of whay?
EWeston: Next a gnu?
shoes for the dead: what
tirebiter: flash was one of the superheros
EWeston: Ampere Watt pleased to meetcha
Principalpoop: yes, putting your mouse over those sections does nothing
Mr.Wilmer: "Caw Caw , Where's My Pa? Gone To The Firehouse Haw haw haw!
Principalpoop: ohm ohm on the range
tirebiter: i only pirate for science
Mr.Wilmer: What was that part after "Don't forget." ?
EWeston: Where was secreted the sacred ohwattamp
Principalpoop: and never remember
EWeston: To, maybe
DJTween: ** If your chat page stops auto-refreshing for some reason, manually refresh the page and it should start auto-refreshing again
tirebiter: thin out that dogma with some rhetoric
Principalpoop: its been such a long exposition
Mr.Wilmer: Kick that dogma to the curb!
DJTween: needs some catma
EWeston: Then add an expensive katchup
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Osman'sGoat close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Pico & Alvarado: more science high
Principalpoop: catmandu and veronica too
Mr.Wilmer: Unman that hand you Goat!
Beet: I've been playing katchup this whole time
tirebiter: i'm using the explorer 8 browser explicitly designed to frustrate and delay
Principalpoop: coffee, towel, border, may I see your passssspooooort pleeeeeese
EWeston: Grab onto the fork on the end of this stick
zoe: for your next three words in feline...
Osman'sGoat: OK, Now what
shoes for the dead: assault tax
EWeston: Now your future begins
Principalpoop: open your books to chapter 8 and begin reading
Pico & Alvarado: cax up
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nicky nicky nicky - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Suzi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| A Clem - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr.Wilmer: << raspberrish noise >>
Pico & Alvarado: yesterday starts tomarrow
shoes for the dead: my book only has 7 chapters
EWeston: The modernday epicac?
Zero Ohms: And right into a great sandstone building
tirebiter: the ezekial ufo landing will be our next topic
Mr.Wilmer: I'll be the son of Hula Dancer ... now they've let the air out of my shoes!
Principalpoop: how impolite, see me after class mister wilmer
Mr.Wilmer: << slowly deflates into the sunset >>
Principalpoop: the dog wants out, like swartznagger, i'll be bact
EWeston: I'll be Gladis
tirebiter: i ripped a couple of pages from ezikial - scanned them and then posted them online
Zero Ohms: Me, I'm sitting in a tree and learning to play the flute
Beet: Who's the guy in the left channel?
tirebiter: i had to split the lid with the sound guy
shoes for the dead: the dj?
CS: the wbai guy
zoe: la rive gauche
Beet: Oh
Beet: Thanks
zoe: or not
DJTween: fffffffffhhhhhhhht - thanks tirebiter
Beet: Don't Bogart
Lil: That's the host of the show
tirebiter: man those lids were only 15 dollars then
EWeston: Gokarts is more fun
DJTween passes to Beet
shoes for the dead: a teas child?
Lil: Yeah too poor for that now
Zero Ohms: Hey tirebiter, got anything for an acid stomach?
Beet: Made from my own sandals
shoes for the dead: laughing cow and mescaline,Z
EWeston: YEEAAAAaaa
tirebiter: my drafting t.a. in high school challenged me and a friend to finish a bag of vietnamese overnight and we couldn't do it
Beet: Higher education
Pico & Alvarado: Is real
EWeston: SE asia had some potent stuff back then
DJTween wonders if this is where Python got the "Big Nose Argument" bit for Life Of Brian
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Nancy Faber', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
tirebiter: i aced that drafting course thogh and the guy that gave me his plots to copy from later became a high school principal
shoes for the dead: they called it Ganja on Java
shoes for the dead: came from Sumatra
Beet: I never had anything from the Eastern Hemisphere. Darn
EWeston: Ever run accross the packaged MJ from Thialand?
Pico & Alvarado: the rat!
EWeston: No MJ cigarettes
shoes for the dead: we bought it in envelopes behind the post office
CS: thai sticks and stones my break my bones, but names will never stone me
Beet: I was OK with Columbian though
zoe: buhbye folks.. it's been real
shoes for the dead: real what?
CS: come again
||||||||| Around 10:22 PM, zoe walks off into the sunset...
Beet: 'Bye Zoe. I hope we didn't scare you off.
Principalpoop: back, stoners
EWeston: Bye Zoe come back
Zero Ohms: zoe will be asked to leave the future immediately
Pico & Alvarado: wuz real
Principalpoop: reality is a crutch
Beet: You can't talk to Zue that way!
EWeston: TRying to put a fuse yp there, really!
Beet: I mean Zoe
shoes for the dead: rial is money
Principalpoop: you cannot call zwe zue
EWeston: Giving brith to plutocrats everywhere.
Pico & Alvarado: what is reality
Principalpoop: ogliarchy because they mispelled ugly
Lil: Liking this BAI thing DJ
EWeston: And we're not afraid of it either
CS: completely new to me
Zero Ohms: I'll be leaving the future myself. Remeber, I said Live it or Live with it!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mr.Wilmer - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: grumble batteries recharging, grumble
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ZNACHKI” (WBAI 1970) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign albums, books and other cool goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
EWeston: Zap on Ohms
tirebiter: man had a bum trip and had to send an error report
Principalpoop: no shorts ohms
shoes for the dead: swine hunt?
||||||||| "10:25 PM? 10:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jacki should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jacki enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
EWeston: No Ohms in shorts!
Principalpoop: ack tongue
Pico & Alvarado: dead from too much meat
Pico & Alvarado: Chow Z
tirebiter: tazes like chicken!
Principalpoop: jackie and late, sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g
Pico & Alvarado: ack tongue
late: damn, missed again - what's on tap for next week?
EWeston: Soon they'll be asking to be married, sigh.
tirebiter: ill bet the entire firesign l.a. staff are all watching this on gigantic high definition sets
Principalpoop: i see virgo rising thats a very good sign
Rufus_T_Firetween: Watching in Hi-Fi StereoVision
EWeston: That's not suprising. We're not surprised
Principalpoop: you too can relive the fun and excitement of firesign chats in the cheese logs, all these chats are archivededed
Principalpoop: i want the voice of jack nicholson, or a bert lahr to be my voice in the remake hehe
shoes for the dead: in the depsrtment of redundancy department
tirebiter: i would also think theyre moving these letters fro side to side to fill up all this empty space- and theyr'e probably putting their own pictures there that we can't see
EWeston: Mars venus pluto, and goofy have all moved into your house
Principalpoop: angry birds on top of my rapier like wit retorts, rats
Beet: Are they talking about Broderick Crawford?
tirebiter: the banned disney house
EWeston: Gesunhtit!
tirebiter: on the illegal disney channel
Principalpoop: is that the filthy disney house with the naked women and stuff? yowzah
Beet: Annette Funicello naked?
tirebiter: i was a cable guy for eight years. i know the inside stuff
tirebiter: it was dirty
Principalpoop: i would do annette
shoes for the dead: licking they're privates
Rufus_T_Firetween: Did you know Larry The Cable Guy?
EWeston: And sargents
tirebiter: we rebuilt him
Pico & Alvarado: back to the future
Beet: All cable guys know each other
Rufus_T_Firetween: It's when they start licking seargents that you have to start worrying
tirebiter: better faster
EWeston: Its bold.
shoes for the dead: no time for sargents
EWeston: OK Chief!
Principalpoop: did you see the absolutely greatest moment on tv? they remade the opening to simon and simon...
tirebiter: they're still waiting for larry's memory chip
Principalpoop: ahhh 80s tv
EWeston: Second City daze
shoes for the dead: this bit is great!!thanks Tween
Beet: They're making me hungray and I just ate!
Principalpoop: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/12/jon-hamm-paul-rudd-star-simon-simon_n_1962070.html
DJTween: You are most very welcome :-)
late: i always get hungry listening to them eat
Beet: I can't even splell
tirebiter: i'm waiting for firesign and peewee to team up and do that saturday morning thing
Principalpoop: yes thank you tween
DJTween: Let's Eat!!
EWeston: Morse Sugar!
shoes for the dead: It's Still Warm!!!!
Principalpoop: the video is private, i should have tested first, i am an ass, sorry
tirebiter: it's your football now. don't lose possesion.
late: how did lawyer's hospital turn out? nsa monitoring interfere?
DJTween: brb
Beet: Say Thank You - Not with your mouth full
Principalpoop: close the curtain fred
tirebiter: the yol's barely got to go interactive
tirebiter: yolks
shoes for the dead: you eat, i'll talk
late: they never come up into the hills
EWeston: Look at this steaming Heap!!
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jacki - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| jaypea - dead from measles
||||||||| Nancy Faber - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: lydia, oh lydia
Beet: Hot Dog!
tirebiter: i don't know. eat the quarter or pay tv? tough call yolks
EWeston: Do you have a pencil?
shoes for the dead: yes ido
shoes for the dead: a #2
Beet: Wht's the point (of a pencil)?
EWeston: Nuts I really wanted a crayon
Principalpoop: did you remember to carry the bum? good now...
tirebiter: does the yellow paint come off in your mouth or is it the good kind
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mr.Wilmer in through the front door at 10:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
shoes for the dead: i used to listen to Radio Moscow
tirebiter: i can smell the parchment
EWeston: Gotta field marschall's bottom in my knapsack
Mr.Wilmer: < notes Catherwood has two left cues >
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Mr.Wilmer and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
late: Offer not good after curfew in sectors R and N
Mr.Wilmer: Yes, Catherwood , take this to the Ab and have it Lanalized!
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mr.Wilmer and yells "oh, fuck off Mr.Wilmer!"
Beet: What's the top made of?
tirebiter: the pipe in the green room!
EWeston: He can be testy
Mr.Wilmer: < fucks off , awkwardly , with a limp. >
Mr.Wilmer: Oh that Catherwood! What a wag!
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Mr.Wilmer and says "My ears are burning..."
tirebiter: i test all my web video for purity of essence
Mr.Wilmer: < spits in Catherwoods ear. >
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mr.Wilmer and says "Would you like something?"
shoes for the dead: aha!poe
Beet: Where is Phil going?
tirebiter: http://www.greatdome.net/b52
EWeston: I seen em they got tassels!
||||||||| Around 10:45 PM, tirebiter walks off into the sunset...
Mr.Wilmer: Only if George Harrison dedicated it to Regis Philbin.
Principalpoop: all things must pass, said the fox
EWeston: How bout Rience Prebius!!!
Principalpoop: is that the new ford hybrid?
EWeston: Stuck in the no pass lane
Mr.Wilmer: Savoy Snuffluffigus!
CS: this is the longest firesign interview i've ever heard
shoes for the dead: they really took over
Principalpoop: longer than anyone evers been gone before
DJTween: The new Ford Fusion hybrid is rated 47/47, which is not terrible for a car of its size
Mr.Wilmer: Or perhaps you've just gotten shorter?
Beet: Eat it!
Mr.Wilmer: Catherwood! Come out from behind that potted palm!
||||||||| Catherwood comes out from behind that potted palm.
EWeston: Is that damn mobile horizon!
DJTween: I hear they're working on a full-electric version of the Focus
Mr.Wilmer: Don't Do That!
shoes for the dead: what happened to the other 6% Tween?
Beet: The horizon is moving up
Principalpoop: wilmer, didn't I see you in casablanca? they made you the patsy
EWeston: Got my eye on an electric motocycle
shoes for the dead: (not even 7%)
DJTween: That'd be cool
Principalpoop: oops, the other bogart movie, maltese falcon
Mr.Wilmer: Don't make me go all Maltese on yer Falcon,pal!
DJTween: They rent electric bicycles in Austin
Principalpoop: not the african queen or key west either
EWeston: Gonna put playing cards on the spokes so it makes a groovy noise.
Mr.Wilmer: You , keep riding me ,Jack!
Beet: Key Largo?
DJTween: The other 6% is an energy tax paid to Albert Gore
shoes for the dead: no, only half a key
Principalpoop: yes largo, with the sharks and james bond, thunderball
Beet: lol Tween
shoes for the dead: Al must be juiced by now
Mr.Wilmer: Personally , I think professional Thunderball players are payed too much!
Principalpoop: so you are glad we got bush instead of gore huh, okay
Principalpoop: you are thinking of rollerball, with james cain
EWeston: Zero G zombieheadball is the coming thing
Mr.Wilmer: Nobody likes their Bush Gored!
Lil: Wow that's Marshall Efron hosting
Lil: Thought I recogized that voice
DJTween: Yes P, I'm such a huge fan of Shrub
Principalpoop: efron zimbalist junior
||||||||| "10:53 PM? 10:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Happy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Happy enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Mr.Wilmer: So behind on you kids and your red bull fuelled sports!
Lil: I'll be damned Poop you're awake
shoes for the dead: who is he, Lil?
Principalpoop: bonsoir happy, ca va?
EWeston: We do it now falling off of cliffs
Principalpoop: punchy hah, but still swinging
Lil: Fairly well-known humorist in NYC
shoes for the dead: ok
Mr.Wilmer: Happy , climb out of the firplace and pull up an asbestos stool.
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'DadSir2U', just granted probation at 10:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Lil: Bob Fass used to have him calling in a lot
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr.Wilmer: WHAMMY!
Principalpoop: i loved black's response to texas
Lil: Here have a hot kiss at the end of this wet fist
EWeston: They got Pico
Principalpoop: and alvarado, wow
shoes for the dead: hee hee poop
Mr.Wilmer: OW! My Other Eye!
EWeston: Trubo foreplay?
Principalpoop: a fisting site, oh come on now
Mr.Wilmer: Why does Catherwood keep letting the Reaper in to begin with?
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Mr.Wilmer
EWeston: Or furbo, or furball, turbo?
Mr.Wilmer: Damn B.O.C. fans!
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - -Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
Mr.Wilmer: Go Lily Go!
EWeston: C's like an Igore, speak his name, and he's at your shoulder.
shoes for the dead: Beatles Latvian? i thought it was thr Strolling Estonians
Mr.Wilmer: Catherwood is more like a reoccuring sore.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Mr.Wilmer and inquires "Do you have something for me to do?"
EWeston: No room for Lithwanians
Principalpoop: a bad penny, oops thats me
Beet: Midnight In Moscow!
Mr.Wilmer: Yes , Catherwood , find The Lavian beatles!
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Mr.Wilmer and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: i can get sierra del freugo
Mr.Wilmer: Not quite the same , but we've got no Chuck Barris.
CS: bye
||||||||| CS departs at 11:00 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Beet: This was thoroughly enjoyable. Thanks again Tween. G'Night all.
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!! bye all
EWeston: Me too by all
Principalpoop: night cat, i guess that is the bus, night all
late: what is planned for next week?
Merlyn: thanks again tween
Principalpoop: yes, thanks tween, night
||||||||| Merlyn is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:00 PM.
Principalpoop: thanks m
DJTween: Thanks for joining us, folks :)
Mr.Wilmer: Alfs Wienerstain!
||||||||| At 11:01 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| EWeston departs at 11:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| "11:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mr.Wilmer, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "11:02 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Lil: Great show DJ thanks
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Lil: Made it out alive
Lil: Night perople
Lil: Or people even
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Happy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Woody 1 waltzes in at 11:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Woody 1 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Woody 1 exits at 11:40 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Buck's Older Brother inside, makes a note of the time (11:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bassbignbad close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bassbignbad - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Buck's Older Brother - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Osman'sGoat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
A Clem
Beet
Captain Equinox
CS
DadSir2U
DJTween
EWeston
jaypea
late
Lil
little ricky
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Mr.Wilmer
nicky nicky nicky
Osman'sGoat
Pico & Alvarado
pNose II
Principalpoop
Rocket J. Squirrel
Rufus_T_Firetween
Rumpl4skn
shoes for the dead
Suzi
tirebiter
Zero Ohms
zoe
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://greatdome.net/danger/
http://greatdome.net/wmv.content/martain.wmv
http://greatdome.net/zoe.gif
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.greatdome.net/b52
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/12/jon-hamm-paul-rudd-star-simon-simon_n_1962070.html
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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Bightrethighrehighre

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Boney

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Tween

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Porgie


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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

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klokwkdog
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