AnsweredBapu's (and others) random thoughts for the day.

It's Friday evening (here at the office) and AM feeling quite inspired to go home rather than work. But, since the convo in here is so enlightening challenging, I'm inclined to stay a bit.

Besides, how many posts can one keep posting before you're interrupted by a post from a poster who's really an imposter?

I would guestimate it to be 5.....

Possibly 6 if I could slowly type until the 2 minute deadline....

Yes, I'd like to carry this on to page 618 as I've heard this Fred is spooooky?

(especially when one converses with himself........and answers too)

Yeah, Captain.  Looks like we've got one of those weirdos to deal with here.  I think we're going to be here a while.  Out.

Do I win a prize for this or just turn myself in to the closest mental institution?

Hehe...  All those posts and I went and stole the top of page award from ya!  Sorry 'bout that.

craigb




Yeah, Captain.  Looks like we've got one of those weirdos to deal with here.  I think we're going to be here a while.  Out.

 
I was thinking the same thing.......and I think have good idea who this weirdo might be.
 
Good thing the authorities are here!!
 
 

craigb


Hehe...  All those posts and I went and stole the top of page award from ya!  Sorry 'bout that.

No worries Craig........
 
As you can see, I can amuse myself quite well and really don't need any HYBT's to motivate me.

That's a pre-SONAR radio he's using there.

craigb


That's a pre-SONAR radio he's using there.

Adam 12?

Roger, Adam-12.  Good job keeping FSF going.  You've got plenty of personalities to make up for the rest of  us. 

It was a cold dark and rainy night.  The rain making haste, and the haste making frost on the windows of the old Ebert Mansion on Willow Street.  

Crash, boom, bash, there was a rap on the door..  As the door crept open, and the cold dark rainy air crept in, a fire began to brew in the minds of the homeowners.

Who was at the door.  Who was looking for who.  Perhaps it was Sarah Pickybottom, perhaps she had finally returned.

Then, out of nowhere, they came a 

Linear Phase


It was a cold dark and rainy night.  The rain making haste, and the haste making frost on the windows of the old Ebert Mansion on Willow Street.  

Crash, boom, bash, there was a rap on the door..  As the door crept open, and the cold dark rainy air crept in, a fire began to brew in the minds of the homeowners.

Who was at the door.  Who was looking for who.  Perhaps it was Sarah Pickybottom, perhaps she had finally returned.

Then, out of nowhere, they came a 

"Who was looking for who?"  Really?

craigb




"Who was looking for who?"  Really?

fraid so..

I wonder if Horton and the Who's would be a good band name?

 
The crappy spread in the sandwiches totally ruined the funeral reception I was at yesterday....
 
 
 
 
 
I told them "I can't bereave. It's not butter".
 
 

Chortle, Squire.  

Yeah, chort.

That's a short chort.  

The evil truth behind snow cones...

"What seems to be the trouble?" the doctor asked me.

"I'm a bit worried about this big lump under my arm." I explained.

"Just pop your penis out please Straummy." he said.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked.

"Yes, it's been a fecking awful day so far, and I need a good laugh."

sigh... 

Hi.

That has to be one terrible sounding drum set.
I used to have Roto-Toms and I get a headache just looking at that picture.

Mike

Rodan can make even a Roto-tom kit sound good.

While I was out and about running errands all day, I thought up a hilarious meme, and I said to myself, "when I return home, I will create this meme, and drop it in the coffeehouse superfred."

I've forgotten my meme idea...

Good to see not much has changed around here since Friday.

(or not.....)

Still, Good Morning to all U'z!!

There once was a man with a bag,
Who’s manboobs were starting to sag,
He smiled with a grin,
As a woman walked in,
And said “come ‘ere you old hag!”.

This fred is petering out fast.

Needs a Daryk infusion.

Daryk's been gone for sometime......

Did he get permission to leave? and when is he due back?

 I don't know but you guys are keeping it rolling along nicely without him so far. If you're looking for someone to insult you I can sit in for Daryl, but I can't promise to do as well.

Arse.  I know, they're big-arse shoe to fill.  

Starise


 I don't know but you guys are keeping it rolling along nicely without him so far. If you're looking for someone to insult you I can sit in for Daryl, but I can't promise to do as well.

 
Oh oh.....
Daryl insults?
 
(my brother from another mother........apparently, now with an attitude!!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  

Why it's better to be an NFL Quarterback with a short name.

I dunno, but they both can be the biggest losers?

Don't take the bait!
 

craigb


Don't take the bait!
 

I know that there are no mouses livin' here.
I just walked through the house and didn't see one single mouse door.


Does that mean I have exterminating tendencies or some kind of special powers?


Or is it just my head and chest cold combined with a slight fever and copious amounts of Dayquil/Nightquil?


Mike

I bumped into my old mate PistolPete earlier today.

He was digging a hole.

"Hey Pete" I said, "Why are you doing that?"

"Well Fred" he replied (he can never remember my name), "I am digging this here hole for to bury my dead cat in."

"Interesting my pathetic pal" I said, "But what are these other five holes you've dug for?"

"Well, I dug those to bury my dead cat in" he explained, "But none of them were deep enough."

SteveStrummerUK


I bumped into my old mate PistolPete earlier today.

He was digging a hole.

"Hey Pete" I said, "Why are you doing that?"

"Well Fred" he replied (he can never remember my name), "I am digging this here hole for to bury my dead cat in."

"Interesting my pathetic pal" I said, "But what are these other five holes you've dug for?"

"Well, I dug those to bury my dead cat in" he explained, "But none of them were deep enough."

Sssscccchhhhooorrrrrttttllllleeeeee!!!!!

I was going to recommend that those two bury the hatchet, but that might cause Pete some head trama and Steve some legal issues...

SteveStrummerUK


I bumped into my old mate PistolPete earlier today.

He was digging a hole.

"Hey Pete" I said, "Why are you doing that?"

"Well Fred" he replied (he can never remember my name), "I am digging this here hole for to bury my dead cat in."

"Interesting my pathetic pal" I said, "But what are these other five holes you've dug for?"

"Well, I dug those to bury my dead cat in" he explained, "But none of them were deep enough."

I don't understand...
He could have just put all 5 holes together.


Then again that would only make a wide hole, not a deep one.


Ok, I get it now. 
See how I talked my way through that?
Problem solved.


Mike? 

Mesh

Starise


 I don't know but you guys are keeping it rolling along nicely without him so far. If you're looking for someone to insult you I can sit in for Daryl, but I can't promise to do as well.

 
Oh oh.....
Daryl insults?
 
(my brother from another mother........apparently, now with an attitude!!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  

Oh no.  I'm just trying inject some monkey bollocks on Daryl's behalf.  Wait, that didn't come out right.

Daryl has monkey bollocks?  Personal problem, souvenir or dinner?

All of the above?

Why does it feel like 7pm?

Nope, it's 3:23AM.

7:34Am

Good morning Guvnor!!


 anyone?

There's a Guvnor here?  I thought maybe Bapu was the mayor of FSF.  

Happy Monday, lads.  

Old55


There's a Guvnor here?  I thought maybe Bapu was the mayor of FSF.  

Happy Monday, lads.  

MM's the Guv'nor, but he's been only "lurkin" the past few days and we miss his Guvernin.
 
Daryl elected me mayor (prior to his hiatus) and it's posted somewhere between page 1 and 600.....I know............you're dying to prove me wrong.
 
Bapu's the Big Kahuna, El Presidente', Numero Uno, Leader of the pack, Le King.....His Arseness!!

Hi.

chefmike8888


Hi.

Hi.
 
Welcome to the Kitchen Kabinet Marketing Forum.
 
Our motto is: Only the bad carpenter's blame their (Pro) tools.
 

Bapu as the Conductor of his new Orkestra the CH Chitlets

 
 

Are we all just puppets in the grand scheme of things?