A Firesign Chat
03/20/2014




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||||||||| 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 March 20, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 6:38 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **'
||||||||| At 6:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| "8:31 PM? 8:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTween enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) 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 accompanies DrWho42 in through the front door at 8:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Who
DrWho42: Hey! Glad to be back!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Steve Winwood) - 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 enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:46 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
DJTween: We're Glad You Made It!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:50 PM and Captain Equinox sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
DrWho42: Hello capt!
Captain Equinox: I just thought I'd drop out and say Hello. Hello!
DJTween: Hey Captain
DrWho42: I finally finished writing a radio play.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: kewl :)
DJTween: Hey Dexter
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
DrWho42: Yep! It should be up for downloading as a podcast in April.
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze bounds in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: CE, Who, Rufus, squeeze, good evening all
squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy high all
DrWho42: Hey Dex!
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hey dere
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
DJTween: Hi wheeze
DrWho42: Hey Merlyn!
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
DrWho42: Any chance may I share the play's link?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's Cease, just back from Funfun Town."
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
DJTween: Hey Cease
Merlyn: hey cat
Merlyn: or gato
DrWho42: Hey Cease!
Cease: high all
Dexter Fong: Ave Cease!
Dexter Fong: er
DJTween: Señor Gato
Cease: i feel preculiarly happy today
Cease: i think its the light
DrWho42: oh?
Merlyn: Deputy Dan uncaro Señor Gato
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 20, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DrWho42: Good evening!
Dexter Fong: Deputy Dan cares for Mr. Cat
||||||||| Nabby tiptoes in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Cease: i hope everyone here is happy
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
Nabby: Greetings!
Cease: thanks, dex. i care for you too
||||||||| Catherwood enters with lily close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
DrWho42: nice
DrWho42: hello lily
lily: heeheelloo
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'General Dysfunction', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| wall of science tiptoes in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| EWeston steps in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
General Dysfunction: I'm so glad it is thursday
Cease: sometimes my level of intoxication makes communicatin difficult
Cease: hi lily
EWeston: Hey Tweeney, various trailor bikes and and chigger bites
DrWho42: Bah, a week is never long enough for spring break.
General Dysfunction: all the hits all the time
DJTween: Hey EW
||||||||| Outside, the 9:04 PM bus from Michigan pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Cease: hi shoes
General Dysfunction: i love this car, hey tween
Dexter Fong: Hey Shoes
DJTween: That was a great parody of the Chrysler Cordoba ads from the 70's
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
Dexter Fong: Hi GD
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Cease: the dead do love their shoes
||||||||| Mudhead steps in at 9:04 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
General Dysfunction: hey dex
Nabby: If the records werHi EW, Dex, Tween, Arnold Brainduster, lily, Peteme, GD
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddy
Cease: hi mud
DJTween: Hey Muddy
General Dysfunction: snowed on snowden!
DJTween: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Mudster & the Nab
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE US A BREAK” - 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 >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbecoofprbe.html'
DJTween: almost forgot to change the banner
Nabby: Have a Schlitz
shoes for the dead: Tween- is the Jp capt eq there?
DrWho42: Ah, Jacques
Mudhead: Hiya Tweeny and all
DJTween: her herring has been impaired (groan...)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind Proctor and Bergman’s new CD release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
DrWho42: Oh, yeah- here's that radio play page: http://on.fb.me/1oBS8zW
Cease: i think one benefit of being a firesign fan is that it prevents dementia
EWeston: Lists when it swims, and farts green
shoes for the dead: cures it cease
DJTween: Equinox is here, Shoes
Cease: yes shoes
General Dysfunction: losing in translation
DrWho42: Happy Equinox to Captain Equinox
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
shoes for the dead: he said evenly.........
lily: its sprung
EWeston: Tomorrow back to hooking
DJTween: Great Rickles parody too from Peter
DrWho42: A case for spring fever
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:09 PM crosstown bus from Ohio pulls away, leaving PissFest coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: I'll take the curtain
General Dysfunction: those regulars
DJTween: Hi PF
Cease: lily, do you think listening to firesign records could keep you from going crazy?
DrWho42: I'm awaiting word from the Paisley House on the Crimea situation.
DJTween: Hi lily
shoes for the dead: i'n naked behind thet curtayn!
Nabby: PH & DW42, Mud and Cease
DrWho42: Heya Nabby
PissFest: hey DJT. Didn't this get preempted for New Years
Nabby: mrvrmhvrh
Cease: keep on nabbing
General Dysfunction: aspirin and coke
DrWho42: suture self... groan
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: Bomb them with editions of The Dark Knight Returns
Nabby: Indeed Cease
Mudhead: suture self!
lily: hello all
Nabby: Ruff
Cease: i think its day light savings time
General Dysfunction: Idioats
EWeston: Honk Honk!
PissFest: I warn people all the time about liquid tooth shortener
Cease: much sun and fun to you, lily
General Dysfunction: what's in the bag
DrWho42: It's like the coffee scene in the last Blackadder episode
EWeston: I liked BodyChecks myself
PissFest: Oooh a milky one
General Dysfunction: look at that landing gear
||||||||| Catherwood leads Elayne in through the front door at 9:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cease: one of the blackest of adders
Nabby: A feast for the eyes
DrWho42: Hey Elayne!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Elayne: Evenin' all, and happy spring! Where's Captain Equinox?
EWeston: Big E in the house
Cease: hey el is here
Nabby: Good evening
General Dysfunction: hi elayne!
shoes for the dead: or the lackest of bladders
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Mudhead: Happy Spring! Boing!
Nabby: A zowie what?
EWeston: Polish your bladder eat simonize
DJTween: Hey E
Cease: filled with happiness we are to see you here el
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
DJTween: Definitely starting to feel like Spring
DJTween: I love it
Elayne: Tween, don't look now, but there's a nasty storm headed our way the beginning of next week.
PissFest: Does this have the highest laugh density of any Firesign Family release?
General Dysfunction: sprouting up all over
Elayne: Melissa McEwen of Shakesville calls this "fuckwinter." This is the worst fuckwinter EVER for some of us.
DJTween: nooooooo E
Elayne: She's in Indiana, she's had it much worse than some.
PissFest: I was so mad when Spielberg cut that out of "Lincoln"
DJTween: Yes, I have relatives in Indiana. Very bad indeed
shoes for the dead: we finally had a normal one here, El
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol PF
Nabby: Tention!
DrWho42: I'd ask where everyone is but Nino has that covered.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind Proctor and Bergman’s new CD release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Nabby: Hahaha PF
Elayne: Snow next Tuesday night into Wednesday morning.
shoes for the dead: Nino lies, Dr
General Dysfunction: brown paper bag
DJTween: not good for late March, E
Elayne: No indeed, Tween.
Mudhead: I'm proud to announce, in the real world, I was sworn-in as a Justice of the Peace here in CT
PissFest: what about my pickle
Cease: cold today but not snow cold
Elayne: The magnolia tree across from our front door has tried to blossom a couple of times then gave up. It's usually starting to bloom for reals by this point.
EWeston: Sunshine in the NW, but near freezing tonight
Elayne: Wow, Mudhead! That's great!!!
DJTween: That's right folks, it's "Mudhead, Your Honor" now
DrWho42: Near Coachella, CA myself
General Dysfunction: salutes and head nods Mudhead
Nabby: Ya, chilly nights still
Cease: great news, mud
Dexter Fong: I'm proud to announce *I* was sworn in as a member of the Justice League of America here in Gotham City
EWeston: You need a no contact order on that pickle?
Mudhead: Thanks Elayne. Anyone needin marragin come by my way
lily: the tree frogs are happy in nc
Elayne: Exactly so, Nabby. Like 20 degrees difference between when I go out in the morning to get the bus and when I come home in the evenings.
shoes for the dead: Jp in CT on the Qt
Cease: this chat is finally legit
DJTween: all's right with the world when the froggies are happy
EWeston: Ok what's your super poer Dex?
||||||||| 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 disembarks at 9:19 PM.
DJTween: Hey P
Cease: hi poop
Elayne: Evenin' Prinpoop!
Nabby: Yepsk E
Principalpoop: hallo oll
Dexter Fong: poer? That's it!! Ability to mispell
Nabby: Ppoop
EWeston: Poopski!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: Hi PP
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
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
Principalpoop: tell us what the matta
Cease: hows it pooping?
EWeston: As long as its on point, go bust em Dex
Nabby: Reggae riot
Principalpoop: i am a poer and I knower
shoes for the dead: i shat a sherrif
EWeston: A faux poop, its all clear know
Principalpoop: the faux mam, just the faux
Cease: what a riff
DrWho42: Yes! I just got an e-mail from a podcast producer: they say they're going to go with my Wikipedia edit-a-thon idea after approval by the company's co-founder.
Nabby: Doggies
EWeston: All I get is this hi speed beep
General Dysfunction: they will dog you
Rufus_T_Firetween: Remember folks, this album is now available for the first time on CD. Get 'em while their hot! - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbecoofprbe.html
Cease: how is robin doing, el?
General Dysfunction: the chef entre the low cal way smoke smoke smoke that cig
Principalpoop: hot cds? they are stolen? shame on you for fencing
DJTween: kewl, Dr. Who. Hope you're well-paid :)
Nabby: shake your ash
PissFest: Don't know if it'll prepare your friends for FT but they'll laugh their asses off
Elayne: He says he's doing fine, Cat. Looking for his next asssignment.
Rufus_T_Firetween: /me crosses swords with PrincP
EWeston: Hake your shash
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: his talent should not be un-used
Principalpoop: i have had a ton on robins in my front yard this spring, a covey or flock or something
DJTween: a coven?
General Dysfunction: Genera Defector
Dexter Fong: A sidekick?
shoes for the dead: a round of robins
Cease: i have had a lot of visual ideas of late
Elayne: I haven't seen any robins here, other than my husband (whose talent doesn't go unused, it's just sometimes he's paid). But I dd see a flock of geese overhead this morning.
Mudhead: Its my state bird in CT, cant eat em either
lily: a merry band
EWeston: Those were american robins! Tagem Dano!
PissFest: beware of the loeopard
Principalpoop: they are all fat too, hop hop hopping and looking for food
shoes for the dead: Robin and the Hoods
Nabby: I think I saw a whole flock of your husband fly by yesterday
EWeston: Watch out for Loeo too.
General Dysfunction: hoppinsi uppinsi
Nabby: what?
Principalpoop: it is a murder of crows, nice sense of humor somebody
DJTween: lol Nabby
DJTween: would be quite a sight
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Elayne: Ah, there's the good Captain! Oh Kiki, freshen my drink!
DJTween: ** any takes for some Skyping? hmmmm?
Principalpoop: is kiki dee still around?
DJTween: *takers
EWeston: We have an insulting olive, but he can be equivical
Principalpoop: no, i am a republican
Nabby: No mic on hand Tween
shoes for the dead: Her new hit "Crimea River"
Elayne: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiki_Dee
DJTween: Can you find one for next week, Nabby?
Elayne: Still around
Principalpoop: age 67, lordy
General Dysfunction: BenSugar
DJTween: More Sugar!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:30 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving ''Bob'' coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: Perhaps...all I have are...how do I stick an SM58 in here?
DJTween: Hi Bob
Nabby: ; )
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind Proctor and Bergman’s new CD release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
Nabby: Hi Bob
''Bob'': Hi guys! :) What did I miss?
Cease: good work, tween
DrWho42: Praise "Bob"!
Nabby: The story of your life
Cease: hi ""{
EWeston: Now Bob over there
shoes for the dead: it's just that chromium adaptor, Nabby
General Dysfunction: sneezers
Elayne: Evenin' "Bob"Q
Principalpoop: well, the big bang, and then the dinosaurs came and went...
''Bob'': Try an SM57, Nabby. Fits better in tight spaces.
Dexter Fong: "Bob" you missed some of the expositions
Nabby: Aha shoes, and lordy knows I loves adapters
PissFest: these food stamps taste like paper
''Bob'': Well, I hope someone picked up my cues.
EWeston: Make them out of spuds next time
DJTween: lol @ chicken in a casket to go
General Dysfunction: chicken in a casket to go
Principalpoop: chicken in a casket to go, ewwww
Cease: but no one wlll pick up your pee
EWeston: EIEI cluck
Principalpoop: f ck the meek
General Dysfunction: bucbuc
shoes for the dead: re-humping my camel
EWeston: They don't have much in foreplay skills
Mudhead: blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth, but not untill after the rich and powerful have taken all they want
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Crush', just granted probation at 9:34 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Crush
Principalpoop: follow luke and matthew to the john
Cease: this is so funny
General Dysfunction: because their clock is tickin
lily: who wants it
''Bob'': FREE CRUSH!
Cease: i am overwhelmed with hilarity
Elayne: Well, that's it for me this evening. Sorry to depart so early, but I need to be horizontal for awhile.
Elayne: Working late next week. See you in a fortnight@!
EWeston: The meek shall inherit the earth. The rest of us will go somewhere interesting
Mudhead: ni ni e
Principalpoop: snooze well thee E
General Dysfunction: bye E
Cease: by el, hope you are well
DrWho42: See you E!
lily: bye e
Cease: i am happiest today of many days'
shoes for the dead: sleep tight, wake up hung over
Dexter Fong: Get a new job E
EWeston: Elayne ga by
Principalpoop: how do you achieve that cease?
Principalpoop: a rhymed primer
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
''Bob'': I've bought Big Book of Plays three times now in various editions over the years. But that's still fewer times than I've bought _Kind of Blue_, so I guess that's OK.
Cease: you help them, bob
''Bob'': Well, why must the bombs fall? I'd like to know.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “MARTIAN SPACE PARTY”- 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 PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
Nabby: Absolutely - Btw, there's a tad more than meets the ear here - A while back my cat knocked my speakers off the desk, yanking the cord and plug attached to the back of the computer sharply, messing up the inputs and outputs a little (the output jack is toasted - I take audio out of the headphone jack to the speakers) - I'll check things out and let you know
Nabby: It's true I confess
Dexter Fong: It's a question of gravity "Bob"
''Bob'': What goes up must come down. And explode.
Nabby: Haha hi
Principalpoop: the pynchon and rainbow and redemption thing
Dexter Fong: Hihi ha
General Dysfunction: Nabby, my cat says your cat didn't mean to do it
EWeston: Kinetic energy is not always a wonderful thing
shoes for the dead: hA! i just listened to this today
''Bob'': I programmed in pynchon once. A very confusing language. It executed all my instructions out of order.
Dexter Fong: EW: But it's all we gots
Nabby: It's true GD
''Bob'': I'm tired of kinetic energy
Cease: i can only borrow my cat-ness
DrWho42: Hence the adj: "Pynchonesque"
Principalpoop: I tried programming in carlin, the words I needed I could not use
Nabby: Steve my cat says Hi
EWeston: There's always it's opposite comedy. But its hard to get physical work out of comedy
Cease: i once read crying of lot 49 seventeen times in a row
lily: Riot would poop on it my dog
General Dysfunction: My Lucy the Cat says hi back
Principalpoop: firesign chat, where cats go to mingle
Nabby: Steve wants Lucy's email addy I already told him no
''Bob'': You *can* use them, Poop, but then they send you to radio prison.
EWeston: My cat is still typing
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Principalpoop: yes, the FCC+ agents
shoes for the dead: oh Blinding Light!!!
General Dysfunction: Lucy doesn't know to be coy or coyote
''Bob'': LOL
EWeston: That's an NSA leak
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Koyemsi into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:43 PM, then departs.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind 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
DJTween: Hi Koy
''Bob'': I cannot C# look out for me
Principalpoop: a rooskie
Nabby: Everybody sing
Koyemsi: Bombs away, Dad!
wall of science: i cannot see
wall of science: who will look out for me?
Nabby: Hi Koy
Cease: great joni mitchel song
shoes for the dead: look out!!
Koyemsi: The sun behind the moon's bright shine
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
wall of science: the eye of god?
Cease: hi koy
DJTween: Sing along, Dear Friends!
wall of science: his only lonely child... really touching
Principalpoop: both of gods eyes are shining bright tonight, and I am a quiet man
General Dysfunction: dear Friends!
''Bob'': I thought it was a broken-down outhouse
Koyemsi: My faith is my gas mask
shoes for the dead: Not Insane
Crush: right on Pp
EWeston: One cartrage, or two?
Principalpoop: who vooted?
wall of science: damned snakes and spiders
''Bob'': Cat rage?
EWeston: The Ooots
General Dysfunction: get those snakes in the baskets
shoes for the dead: sssssssssss
Koyemsi: I just know my wife is sleepin' with the bees
''Bob'': I'll bet that really stings
General Dysfunction: bzzzzzz
lily: honey
Nabby: Is this simulated do you suppose
EWeston: Ooooh Bob Bob giggle
Principalpoop: I'd stop her but we need the honey, drum job
Koyemsi: Who knows
General Dysfunction: well golly Veronica!
DrWho42: SimSim: a simulation game of simulation games
shoes for the dead: sure that's honey on your toast Koy?
Principalpoop: gee whiz
EWeston: Atch out for recursives
Nabby: I loved the sequel DW42
''Bob'': There's an enraged cat in every slice
Cease: i'm not enraged. im just aged
General Dysfunction: my favorite monster island
''Bob'': Sorry. Didn't mean to cheese you off
Koyemsi: Edam cheese
EWeston: Like Velveeta, I'm plastic rapped
Cease: i was here on the frist chat. being here since then has brought me great joy
''Bob'': Watch out! It's Gorgonzala, the Cheese Monster!
General Dysfunction: general blame!
Mudhead: not aged like a cheese, but yes Id like some cheese
Koyemsi: Edam raw!
Mudhead: More Cheddar!
Principalpoop: whey to go
''Bob'': I'd like some cheddar, to buy some cheese.
DrWho42: The Day The Earth Stood Stilton
shoes for the dead: god died......
EWeston: Up wind a condemned limbuger lurks craftily
General Dysfunction: floating on the body of god
Koyemsi: Took him to the Swiss picnic for a good time and he choked to death on a piece of cheese
lily: swiss miss
DrWho42: A lot like WMD's
Cease: gou DA gou DA
wall of science: flagrant hole?
Principalpoop: yum swiss miss, has been years
''Bob'': These puns are making me bleu
Koyemsi: I love the whole Principal Poop malapropism routine
wall of science: damned rats
EWeston: Socker, or locker bleu
General Dysfunction: little fellas general
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) inside, makes a note of the time (9:51 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: huh? oh ahh ok
Cease: it is loveable, koy
Mudhead: its no longer swiss miss, its swiss ms, her once pert, tight, lovely breasts are now sagging down past her knees
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): So we (all) meet again! Ha, Ha!
DJTween: Hey TRO
Cease: ha
lily: yes they are
Koyemsi: Would you like a massage, Mister Scones?
Principalpoop: little ole swiss ms lady whooo?
General Dysfunction: i was hitler's dog doctor
EWeston: Where's the meat, we gots a Beet already
shoes for the dead: doa charges
''Bob'': Just above the stones, I'd assume. (Hiya Hemlock)
Dexter Fong: Gimme the Beet and hold that meat
Koyemsi: Gangabangalang!
EWeston: Where would you like me to hold it?
General Dysfunction: over there
Dexter Fong: Close to your vest, but be careful of the drippings
Koyemsi: You can't get there from here
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Above the volcanic vent, Hokay!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Behold, I greet thee, Bob!
shoes for the dead: in high esteem
Principalpoop: if stones married pebbles, their children would be gravel
EWeston: And by the feet
General Dysfunction: he vas dere
shoes for the dead: like a bridge
lily: captured by your smell
EWeston: What about silt daddy?
Cease: how are things in new mexico, stones?
Mudhead: aww your acute halitosis
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Even as we speak the great threshold is opening up that all may come unto the truth. And it shall be manifest. Flotsam! Pass the coco powder!
Dexter Fong: Filter your beveridges
lily: no moss
EWeston: Curb your god
Koyemsi: He thinks we eat moss
shoes for the dead: silt and exorcism
DrWho42: I'd vote for a zombie president
General Dysfunction: curb the goddess
Dexter Fong: Who: Perhaps you already have
EWeston: And occasional fossilization
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Why hello, Cease! Flathead and I enjoy New Mexico -- especially the very special mushrooms are hosts have been preparing for us each night.
''Bob'': Vote Zombie! We're the only party with braaaaaiiins!
EWeston: Warf!
Principalpoop: wit momney
Cease: Is Honey well?
DrWho42: Lol, good point Dex
EWeston: Don't do that with your teeth in
General Dysfunction: espionaugie
EWeston: Bad dog Augie
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
General Dysfunction: ru roh
wall of science: radio prison!
Principalpoop: sabo teurs, threw their sabot sandals into the gears of machinery, believe it or dont
lily: thanks for the laughs
Principalpoop: a lanky fellow
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Oops! I mean OUR, and not "are" as in "are hosts," above! The coco powder the the sacred shrooms commit vermicide on my grammar.
EWeston: Nuts to, and in the machinery!
Nabby: Hovering
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I mean "vermicide!
Principalpoop: from soup to nuts
shoes for the dead: wooden shoe you know it
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I mean
''Bob'': I'm grinding my teeth just thinking about that
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): The whole room is spinning!
EWeston: Not vermicide then, ok
Principalpoop: edam those dutch
Koyemsi: Don't worry Hemlock, what you don't mean won't hurt you
||||||||| At 10:01 PM, Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
lily: shift into 2nd
General Dysfunction: oh nicky nick nick nick
Crush: jen tile sex
Principalpoop: then stop slapping me...
EWeston: He's got headers on that thing
General Dysfunction: headers.......look out look out look OUT!
EWeston: Verooom...schriek!
Principalpoop: glootoomoto
shoes for the dead: grand auto!
Mudhead: True Man estroyer of Hiroshima?
EWeston: No a sucker kiss
''Bob'': and his son, glootomoto x
Principalpoop: bird of prey motors
''Bob'': That's what I named my phone
''Bob'': These guys hawk cars like nobody's business
Principalpoop: huh? phones have names now? what?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: My phone named me idiot
''Bob'': Yours don't?
DJTween: and dove even, Bob
Dexter Fong: "Bob" That's right it's nobody's business, so don't!!
DJTween: Their Jack Poet VW commercials are great
Mudhead: you are an idiot, its a smartphone
''Bob'': Ain't nobody's business by my own, that is
Principalpoop: myob and byob and cyob
EWeston: It fits!!
General Dysfunction: eedjit
wall of science: do you like horses?
Cease: tween, so much of what they did is great
Koyemsi: Christian Cyborg
Principalpoop: compared to what?
shoes for the dead: i wonder if Jack Poet is still in bosiness
EWeston: No but there was this big grizzelly bear
''Bob'': http://blog.hemmings.com/index.php/2012/03/15/lost-dealerships-project-jack-poet-volkswagen/
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Jack Poet is in Boseman
DJTween: true, cease
Dexter Fong: EW: I think you mean griddley bear
Koyemsi: Didn't he switch to Toyota after he lost his VW franchise?
DJTween: hard to believe that JP were real commercials
DJTween: but the, it was the 60's ;)
Nabby: back
EWeston: A minor, but she lied about her age
shoes for the dead: Boseman Mt?
DJTween: *then
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Yep
shoes for the dead: Bozeman
Principalpoop: mississippi, oops that is bossman
Nabby: minor forty ninor
Dexter Fong: Boozeman
Koyemsi: A comment on that blog post says that Jack passed away in May 2012
EWeston: North east of the giant volcano
Dexter Fong: And just south of the new Mallway and Shoperama
||||||||| lily sneaks away to The Aviary...
Principalpoop: no rest for the wicked, or the weary
EWeston: I'm from Libby (Asbestoesville USA) myself
DJTween: as I keep saying, Austin is a very good musician
Nabby: waltz two three one two three
DJTween: 3/4 time :)
Cease: by lily
Principalpoop: most of the time yes
Dexter Fong: duple meter
shoes for the dead: ya it is, EW
''Bob'': time to go watch The Americans and re-live the glory days of the cold war... see y'all on the flip side!
Principalpoop: doopleganger, zombie with an agenda
Cease: you are right tween
Nabby: U b good Bob
Dexter Fong: Flip out "Bob"
Merlyn: cya bob
Cease: he is really into it
Principalpoop: ciao bob
Cease: by bob
Koyemsi: So bob, long
EWeston: Bobie bye bye
Nabby: Or mine
Koyemsi: Or mine!
||||||||| "Hey Crush!" ... Crush turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:13 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
shoes for the dead: Sell Those Demons!!!!!
Nabby: Are they little demons or big demons
Cease: hi crush
Koyemsi: Pan-demon-ium
EWeston: don't ferget the stuffed dogs
shoes for the dead: he's not for sale
EWeston: But millions are just like him
Principalpoop: men and women, like yourselves
Nabby: retractable demon
shoes for the dead: like yourselves!
EWeston: Who was Flechture?
Principalpoop: they got the beat
Mudhead: whos this riff from?
Nabby: a musical interlude of great groovage
General Dysfunction: jump into the fire
Dexter Fong: Louise Fletcher...."Has there been a merder?"
Dexter Fong: Murer>"
Dexter Fong: Merder?"
Dexter Fong: dammit
Cease: merde
General Dysfunction: neilsson schmeilsson
Nabby: Murdur? Mordor?
Koyemsi: The designer bimbo caper case MURDER!
Dexter Fong: Merci
EWeston: Quick its an ethnic brakout!
Principalpoop: mercy
Mudhead: Gesundheit!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: It's okay Dex I do it all the time and it gets fun
Dexter Fong: Thanks Darling Nabby =)
shoes for the dead: roll out barrel
Nabby: Oh ya
Nabby: roll something
Dexter Fong: A bomber?
Principalpoop: rock and then roll
EWeston: Very clean audio here
Dexter Fong: A drunken sailor?
Cease: does anyone find the sudden change in sound odd here?
Nabby: tuna boat!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Explicate please?
General Dysfunction: anything you want to
Cease: we don go from storm to non storm that quickly
shoes for the dead: cease what?
Mudhead: I find the yellow pages work great for rolling smokes, does this mean AT&T should get imprisoned for drug paraphenalia charges?
Nabby: seems okay not good there?
PissFest: This is a NEW PHASE Firesign album.
DJTween: different recording setup, cease
Dexter Fong: Anything you want to Muddy
DJTween: theater as opposed to individual mics in the previous segments
Cease: what does that mean?
General Dysfunction: rendevous romper room
DJTween: would be my guess
Principalpoop: hehe he can spell paraphenalia hehe
DJTween: probably why they put the music interlude in
||||||||| Koyemsi is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:21 PM.
Principalpoop: now it sounds live again, already
shoes for the dead: more effects on not insane
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Way to many if you ask me
DJTween: cease, micing the stage, rather than using individual mics on stands for each performer
Cease: am i the only person on chat who is happy?
General Dysfunction: i am so so happy
Mudhead: I am, but I will be leaving soon
Principalpoop: I am sad to say yes cease
DJTween: you're one of those happies, are ya?
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Dexter Fong: Not at all Cat=======))))))
Nabby: im downright giddy
EWeston: I's alvaz appy
shoes for the dead: stop bringing us up, Cease
Principalpoop: coming out of the closet cease? gay?
Dexter Fong: Hi Folks, I'm Happy alvez and I want to clen your pool
PissFest: I'm -- more than happy.
Cease: the ghost of peter bergman wants us to be happy
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Nabby: Yea what an un-bummer
Mudhead: I'll be gone early in the am, so its gnite all, its been fun
Dexter Fong: clean
Principalpoop: sleep well mud, ciaoo
Nabby: Take care Mud
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 10:24 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: Night Muddy
Cease: by mud
shoes for the dead: by Mud
EWeston: Mudsters to the clean room
Nabby: And away he goes
Principalpoop: ok, i am happy now, are you happier now cease?
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
General Dysfunction: i am berg happy neigh
shoes for the dead: take speed my lord
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from The Plague
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from measles
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: i look forward to meeting you all on thurs eve
EWeston: Ciniptions for the table catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to EWeston and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Principalpoop: me too, in my old AOL voice
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Nabby: Likewise Cat nice peoples
Principalpoop: the cats pajamas
Dexter Fong: the bees knees
shoes for the dead: For Grid
EWeston: Sure easy to say Pooper
Principalpoop: 23 skidoo
Dexter Fong: goofy
General Dysfunction: bees knees
Principalpoop: jeepers
Nabby: the pats cajamas, grid willing
Cease: so just hangin wih y'all guarntees happiness now
Principalpoop: hop on the catamaran
Dexter Fong: and set sail for North Van
EWeston: Don't take the catermoran
General Dysfunction: headquarters of happiness
shoes for the dead: or cataract if ya can see your way clear
Principalpoop: sure cat, where everybody knows your name and their always glad you came, oops wait
Nabby: Young Guy
EWeston: Lead them to the light shoes
Nabby: I come here to forget.....
Nabby )
Principalpoop: glasglow coma
shoes for the dead: this vid was on Firesign Funnies movie
Dexter Fong: Nabby: What were we talking about
Nabby: I have no idea Dex it's working
General Dysfunction: i come here to remember what's good
Principalpoop: i forget to forget, or don't remember anyway
shoes for the dead: What?
Dexter Fong: Huh?
Principalpoop: more sugar is always good
Nabby: Implications many
EWeston: I forget weather I'm supposed to forget, or remember
Principalpoop: puns and funny accants...
shoes for the dead: imprecations
Cease: doctor, uh
EWeston: Imprecasuns
Nabby: “Do you remember the future, Doctor?
Principalpoop: imitation vanilla is the highest form from frosting flattery
Nabby: I agree
shoes for the dead: sssssssssssss
wall of science: in obvious pun lie subtle secret
Cease: one of my fav firesign lines
EWeston: Nutmegs are even now writing hate mail
Principalpoop: forward, to the rear, quite a rear
General Dysfunction: no more nice guy
Nabby: Yepsk Cat
EWeston: We're always in arears around here
Principalpoop: no bhuddist writers
Nabby: Bwilliant
Cease: are there any budihsts here?
shoes for the dead: FireBelles!
General Dysfunction: no rain lorraine?
Principalpoop: i was in a previous life
shoes for the dead: budinhaler
EWeston: My cats a ninga, if that helps
Principalpoop: in the wrong lane, on the wrong train
Principalpoop: calling your cat a ninga, how racist
Nabby: buddhism is Buddhism is great
EWeston: He makes me pay, rest asured, or verticly
Principalpoop: let us get to the bottom of this
shoes for the dead: amd a Tom
Cease: i like buddhist architecure but my fondnes for the ides vanished when i moved to buddhist japan
Cease: it's a scam
Principalpoop: ok, harry kristmas or whatever your name is swami
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Religion is great till people get involved
Cease: hary shearer, harry rama
Principalpoop: have no ken for zen? hehe
Nabby: I like classical buddhism
Nabby: I hear you Cat
shoes for the dead: Baba Rumraisin
EWeston: Harvey Krishna's back intown
Principalpoop: the reformed buddists are ok, they can eat macdonalds hehe
General Dysfunction: up in space you're free to
Cease: live in a buddhist place before you defend the idea
Nabby: holy cow really?
Principalpoop: yust yoking
Nabby: ; )
Nabby: Ya
Principalpoop: the russian ballad
Cease: am i the only one who really dislikes this song?
Dexter Fong: I dunno...are you?
PissFest: It's a grower.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
shoes for the dead: Moscow Mammaries
Principalpoop: and buy the president some hash? it is ok
Cease: itr hurts my ears. but its phil
Nabby: I think of religion and philosophy like a cafeteria Cat
Principalpoop: oh and yes hash oil is legal in colorado, lordy lordy lordy
EWeston: He's milking it
Nabby: take a little bit of this, a little bit of that
General Dysfunction: it has high expectations
Cease: izzard, nab
Nabby: Yes EW
Principalpoop: jeezy peazy
General Dysfunction: well then
Nabby: Is Phil a tenor
shoes for the dead: captive audience and all
Dexter Fong: Nab: He's not a baritone
Principalpoop: if I must choose, I would go with santa claus, no punishments, just no gifts if you are bad ...
DJTween: I have the DVD of Martian Space Party, and I have never heard a lot of this stuff
Nabby: It's great
DJTween: either it a different concert, or they've thrown in material previously unreleased
Dexter Fong: Tween: This was the basis for all the stuff that followed....Not Insane etc
EWeston: If it was acting, he'd be chewing up the sencery
shoes for the dead: vid is edited, Tween?
DJTween: another reason to buy DOMM, an extended version of Space Party
General Dysfunction: good fiddle
DJTween: don't know about the video
DJTween: I think Merlyn might know what's going on
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Nabby: Absolutely Tween
Principalpoop: hey, what is going on?
General Dysfunction: shades of dan hicks and his hot licks
DJTween: Beets me
Nabby: this is sweet
Principalpoop: john lennon echos
Cease: i'd like to see a mix, bill hicks and his hot licks
Nabby: Haha Cat yeah
Principalpoop: stevie nicks and her lot licks, yassir
Cease: way too much sex there
Nabby: Ppoop you have a dirty mind or is it me
Principalpoop: is that even possible?
shoes for the dead: Evie Icks
Principalpoop: is that even possible too?
PissFest: Jeez, what a show! Who among us was there?
EWeston: Metaphysicly absurd
General Dysfunction: no story it's real!
Principalpoop: epistological
Nabby: String cheese theory
EWeston: Not Insane was my intro to the boyse. This much clearer than the vynil
shoes for the dead: Armenian
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: The second side part the Papoon For President CD has the political bits from Space Party
EWeston: Epihemetition
General Dysfunction: marching marching marching
Nabby: Well there it is
PissFest: Good intro! Puzzling followup to the preceding albums.
Dexter Fong: EW: That intro was ....well, I 'm sorry that it happened that way =)
Cease: it's tasty. its true
DJTween: need to play Papoon during the Fall election
shoes for the dead: the flaming ford
||||||||| 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 live 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'
wall of science: one organism - one vote!
Nabby: all power to nobody
Principalpoop: papooon
Dexter Fong: Cat: I answered your response in Msgs
wall of science: it's all over...
EWeston: Hipe the rhetoric!
Principalpoop: repeat redundancies
EWeston: All power is politcal
shoes for the dead: redundundancies
Cease: dex i havde no response
EWeston: All polititians are idiots
EWeston: All power is idiotic!
Principalpoop: dancies with the tulips
EWeston: Just a little descease I picked in the MayLay
Principalpoop: never glimpse the truth, hiding behind a wall of illusion
shoes for the dead: Not Insane!
Nabby: Pork?
Principalpoop: foot tapping there for a moment
wall of science: a much better version
EWeston: Not Responsible!
Dexter Fong: fer sure!
Nabby: Good stuff
Cease: tween has a great voice
Dexter Fong: Wow!
Nabby: Thanks to the magician
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Principalpoop: already, time warper, grrrr
Dexter Fong: Thank you Tweeny
Merlyn: and thanks again DJtween
General Dysfunction: night all, so much good time as usual
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Nabby: Thanks Tween
EWeston: An g'nite dear friends, and deer friends
wall of science: programmed anarchy
Principalpoop: thank you eugene
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Around 10:54 PM, EWeston walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: ciao M, all
Nabby: Take care everybody
Nabby: Happy spring http://youtu.be/yhuMLpdnOjY
Dexter Fong: And thanks also to Merlyn for providing the space
Principalpoop: everybody stay happy, or else....
||||||||| EWeston waltzes in at 10:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Just a little descease I picked in the MayLay
Dexter Fong: or else... else what?....
General Dysfunction: will be happy at all costs
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:56 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: is this the same guy with the neighbor with finger bones in his coat pocket?
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:56 PM.
Principalpoop: or else, you don't want to find out fong, just stay happy, ok?
||||||||| PissFest rushes off, saying "10:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Cease: poop, i am almost here. it makes me happy
Principalpoop: thank you cease, and the others
Principalpoop: for brightening up my thursdays nights
Principalpoop: and other times when I think of thursdays nights, so there
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| At 10:59 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Poop: Don't worry be hoppy
Dexter Fong: Night poop
Cease: off we drit
||||||||| Cease says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Cease exits at 10:59 PM.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Check msgs
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| General Dysfunction leaves at 11:02 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..."
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EWeston - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Nabby - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| wall of science - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 lurch disembarks at 11:22 PM.
||||||||| lurch rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's lurch?! It's 11:24 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 1:23 AM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Uh_Gary coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh_Gary - 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:
''Bob''
Captain Equinox
Cease
Crush
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
Koyemsi
lily
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
PissFest
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
wall of science
URL References:
http://blog.hemmings.com/index.php/2012/03/15/lost-dealerships-project-jack-poet-volkswagen/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiki_Dee
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
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