Dwayner Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Last year, we declared 2002 "The Year of Big Lou". Needless to say, it wasn't taken very seriously and the festivities were lackluster and poorly attended. Big Lou ain't no quitter so I'm going to try this again. I will shortly declare this year, 2003, to be THE Year of BIG Lou! Ready? 5...4...3...2...1! Happy Lou Year, everybody! YOWSA! Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Would you please go back to where you were hiding? Thank you. Quote
Dwayner Posted January 3, 2003 Author Posted January 3, 2003 Hey Greg W., the guy Dwayner used to think was kinda of funny and cool: lighten up. And a Happy Lou Year to you too. Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 How do you respond to the point that Lou is part of the evil pentavrate that plots to control the guided climbing monopoly on our dear Mt. Rainier? This smacks of one world government conspiracy. Must call Moulder and Scully. Quote
allthumbs Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Big Lou has halitosis and B.O. Find someone else wanker. Quote
allthumbs Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Yeah, so has FB. Why don't we declare it the year of FB? Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Still, it doesn't excuse the lack of attention to basic hygiene. Quote
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Raucous peals of laughter and thunderous applause filled the auditorium. A few hors d'ouvres were thrown, landing in wet lumps on the stage. A bit of foie gras spattered on Dwayner's pantleg, as he stood silently contemplating what his wanton Big Lou-ery had wrought. Dwayner's own awkward silence slowly dripped from the stage, flowed in rivulets out into the audience, slowly engulfing them, drowning the last pockets of laughter. Only Greg, the Great Heckler still stood proud, front row center, gleefully rejoicing in the softly-walked and big-sticked manner in which he had dealt the Dwayner such a humiliating and scathing blow. Sensing that the trouble was only just now beginning, that this was perhaps the calm before what was sure to be a very ugly storm indeed, feeling the slightly disconcerting ooze of foie gras sliding now into his sock, down the arch of his foot, coming to rest in his shiny leather loafer, sure that he had not seen the last finger-food fusillade, Dwayner slowly backed away from the podium towards the curtain. "Have to go, now," he muttered, mostly to himself, as he slid through the opening in the curtain and slunk into the cool darkness backstage, away from those gawdawful hot lights and all those jeering imbeciles. Hours later, Dwayner awoke bleary-eyed in his tidy, well-decorated but decidedly modest or even "low rent" apartment, the floor around him rather untidily littered with Mickey's Malt Liquor grenades, himself smelling not unlike the Mickey's bottling plant his father had taken him to visit on his eighth birthday. He dragged himself to his feet, stumbled down the hall, careening into one wall and knocking a few summit photos from some bygone year to the floor, uncaring, oblivious. He shoved open the bathroom door, too fast, knocking over the small side table and carefully arranged flowers for the nth time in as many days, and lunged for the toilet, wrenching open the lid like Arthur drawing Excalibur from the stone, and up came everything; all of the Mickey's (and how!), the Caesar salad from earlier, the lemon drop martini (oh, how good it had felt to be sipping such a popular, cutting-edge beverage, back in the green room, as he put a last few flourishes into his meticulously polished speech), all of his pride, and all the shame, fear, and humiliation he had suffered, again, at the hands of that bastard Greg W. "Never again," he groaned, silently cursing Greg, cursing Big Lou, the self-absorbed lout, as he slid back away from the big white porcelain toilet (3.5 gallon flush; they don't make them like that anymore, oh no), tracing a lazy arc down, down, his head coming to rest against the carefully organized basket of magazines between the toilet and the sink, all of which featured Big Lou's smiling mug beaming out from the cover, and he knew he'd never read them again. Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Nice, DFA. You forgot to paint him in brown polyester pants and a snot-stained wife beater, though. Quote
RobBob Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Okay, if likin' Big Lou makes me a geek, so be it. The rest of you can drink that nalgene bottle of STFU. Quote
pope Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 (edited) How do you respond to the point that Lou is part of the evil pentavrate that plots to control the guided climbing monopoly on our dear Mt. Rainier? By reminding you that the Whitakers were in bed with the Kennedy family. Big Lou and RMI remind us the Kennedy era, when the liberals were in power and America was king. Big Lou and brother Jim remind us of the pioneering spirit of the generation that put us on the Moon. When Al Gore came out to climb the big "R", do you think he requested the guiding service of some small-fry, independent, dope-smokin' pretender? He did not. And I would not. No, RMI and Big Lou should run that show per se. And when our booze-hound President comes out to the PNW, maybe one of you gun-totin' rednecks can strap him onto his stinky trail bike and haul him to the summit of Rainier ('cause he ain't walking). Edited January 3, 2003 by pope Quote
Winter Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Lou is part of the evil pentavrate that plots to control the guided climbing monopoly on our dear Mt. Rainier Who cares? You using the guide service on Rainier a lot? Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 By reminding you that the Whitakers were in bed with the Kennedy family. Big Lou and RMI remind us the Kennedy era, when the liberals were in power and America was king. Ah, part of the rich, liberal elitists who want to control all. JFK had the sense to cut taxes; doesn't sound too liberal. He also saw the "space race" as a key deterrent in the Cold War; why didn't he love the commies to death? Don't be fooled, the liberals of Kennedy's day were nothing like you sick liberal freaks who want to hug all our enemies into submission. Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Who cares? You using the guide service on Rainier a lot? Not at all, I just wanted to work in the phrase "evil pentavrate"; I kinda like it. Quote
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Greg, please define "pentavrate." The usually infallible dictionary.com has no entry for such word. Quote
pope Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Don't be fooled, the liberals of Kennedy's day were nothing like you sick liberal freaks who want to hug all our enemies into submission. And he was nothing like the party you voted into office: Jack liked trees, and he liked black folk. Quote
Winter Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Pentravate - Made up word describing liberal communist that houses A-rabs and funds subversive groups working to overthrow the government (ie the Sierra Club) Quote
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 You mean ... George Bush is not a champion of the African American and the Noble Fir? Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 (edited) Okay, maybe I spelled it wrong. Try "pentavirate"; a group of 5 individuals in administrative service. Similar to triumvirate, but with 5. Heard in "So I Married an Axe Murderer" by Mike Myers in Scottish accent. I like Winter's though, too. Edited January 3, 2003 by Greg_W Quote
Greg_W Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Pope, please address all the Democrat politicians who are/were members of the KKK and/or voted against integration. Otherwise, fuck off pinko. Quote
allthumbs Posted January 3, 2003 Posted January 3, 2003 Greg makes a good point. The Democrats of old leaned much harder to the right and were a FAR cry from the ultra-left, lack of substance Dem. Party today. Quote
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