offwidthclimber Posted February 19, 2002 Posted February 19, 2002 that's right... it's officially "spray hour". spray with wreckless abandon, especially if accompanied by drinkin'! who's with me? who's pullin' off a tall mickey's or lucky or king cobra or classy brew like the fine kokanee's i'm consuming! spray on... Quote
Dwayner Posted February 19, 2002 Posted February 19, 2002 Dang, offwidthclimber....I consumed my sixer of Mickey's around breakfast time...that would have been about 3 hours ago...let me check to sees what I's got...I've got some port...that ain't bad in small doses...here it goes! Yes! OK, and here's some cheap table wine...let me find a long straw...OK, I'm ready now...all we're missing is the spray, but I suppose we got 25 topics of that already. But here's to ya, offwidthclimber!! Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 19, 2002 Author Posted February 19, 2002 ahh... port... cheap table wine... damn, dwayner, you're makin' me all emotional. it's about time for me to go pick up anothe sixer of kokanee! hmm... spray... yeah, there's a lot going on in many other topics. but the drinking eventually brings out the fiercest of spray in all of us. here's to dwayner Quote
specialed Posted February 20, 2002 Posted February 20, 2002 Hey I don't think we have enough of these on this thread we need more. Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 20, 2002 Author Posted February 20, 2002 hell yeah! the more, , the more spray!!!! Quote
erik Posted February 20, 2002 Posted February 20, 2002 quote: Originally posted by specialed: Hey I don't think we have enough of these on this thread we need more. from one first rate drunk to another Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 20, 2002 Author Posted February 20, 2002 right on... now this topic is rumbling! need more spray, spray, spray need more beer, beer, beer. time to hit the store quick! peace out spraymeisters. Quote
Dwayner Posted February 20, 2002 Posted February 20, 2002 Alright, I've had a few now... NOW IT'S POETRY TIME!!! And a prize for whoever can figure out what the hell this is: "THE BLUE LIGHT"Your ethosYour pathosYour PorthosYour AramisYour Brut CologneYou're writing homeYou are hopelessYour hopelessnessIs rising around you, rising around youYou like itIt gives you something to doIn the day timeHey buddy, you need a hobbyYou are tired of moving forwardYou think of the futureAnd secretly you piddle your pantsThe puddle of piddleWhich used to be littleIs rising around you, rising around youYou like itIt gives you something to doIn the night time Oh well, you travel to barsYou also go to Winchell's DoughnutsAnd hang out with the Highway PatrolSometimes you'll go to a pizza placeYou go to Shakey's to get thatAmerican kind of pizzaThat has the ugly, waxey, fake yellowKind of cheese on the top...Maybe you'll go to Straw Hat Pizza,To get all those artificial ingredientsThat never belonged on a pizza in the first place(But the white people really like it...)Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anythingOh you'll give me your underpantsI hope these aren't yours, buddy...They're very nice, thoughYou go to Santa Monica Boulevard,You go to the Blue ParrotNo problem, you'll go anyplaceYou'll do anythingJust so you can hang out with the othersThe others just like youAfraid of the future(Death Valley Days straight ahead)The future is scary(Yes it sure is)Well, the puddle is risingIt smells like the oceanA body of water to isolate EnglandAnd also ResedaThe oil in patchesAll over Atlantis, AtlantisYou remember AtlantisDonovan, the guy with the brocade coatUsed to sing to you about AtlantisYou loved it, you were so involved thenThat's back in the days when you used toSmoke a bananaYou would scrape the stuff off the middleYou would bake itYou would smoke itYou even thought you was getting ripped from itNo problemWoop! Atlantis, they could really get down thereThe plankton, the krillThe giant underwater pyramid, the squid decorExcuse me, ToddThe big ol' giant underwater doorThe dome, the bubbles, the blue lightLight, light, light, lightLight, light, light, lightBlue light blue lightThe seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkinsYour ethos, your Porthos,Your flag pole, your port holeYour languageYou're frightenedThe futureYour lang...You can't even speak your own fucking languageYou can't read it anymoreYou can't write it anymoreYour languageThe future of your languageYour meat loafDon't let your meat loafHeh, heh, hehYour Micro-NanetteHehYour BrutCologne Give Dwayner another one.... thanks! Quote
willstrickland Posted February 20, 2002 Posted February 20, 2002 FRom a Zappa tune of the same title... Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 20, 2002 Author Posted February 20, 2002 quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: Shut up spray wanna be bitches now that's the spirit of spray! fuck you too Quote
Dwayner Posted February 20, 2002 Posted February 20, 2002 Will be correct. "It's from Tinseltown Rebellion" and that poem should speak truth to all of you. Some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable with what Franky Z. has to say about it all, eh??? So how about that prize I promised???? THERE AIN'T NO PRIZE, SUKKA! That's my own pathetic version of spray. - Dwayner Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 20, 2002 Author Posted February 20, 2002 more spray!!! the tooth is choss. the puget sound is too wet! long live the eastside spray, spray, spray Quote
offwidthclimber Posted February 20, 2002 Author Posted February 20, 2002 where's the spray?!?!? still at the pub club? peace. Quote
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