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Post by Ineedanewname on Sept 14, 2004 19:02:52 GMT
Winter is drawing in, and it's time for resident Moderator Mr Bojangles to begin his annual hibernation ritual. But don't panic! The Moderation chair will not be left vacant. As a result of various experimentations conducted in my bath-tub, I have successfully cloned Bruce Lee (using the DNA from a toenail clipping purchased on Ebay). Mr Lee will be harsh but fair in his Moderation... but be warned.... mess with him and you will indeed feel his 'fists of fury'! Play 'the game of death' with Mr Lee and there will be only one winner, and it won't be you! Meet the new boss....'the big boss'....  |
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Post by boniemaronie on Sept 14, 2004 19:36:35 GMT
he looks mean  |
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granth
Roadie
Well A Young Man...
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Post by granth on Sept 14, 2004 23:23:41 GMT
I personally object to his lack-of-shirt
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Post by Papillon on Sept 15, 2004 9:10:42 GMT
Could be dangerous though. I mean, what if we were to behave so badly it gave him another headache?  (Complaints over the level of bad taste in this post can be addressed directly to me.  ) |
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Post by Ineedanewname on Sept 15, 2004 16:26:46 GMT
Careful pappapapillion. See what he's waving around? That's right. Ass-whipping sticks. Tread as if on rice-paper, Grasshopper. ;D
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Post by Papillon on Sept 15, 2004 16:43:21 GMT
Did that one go right over your head, Islander? Or did you just ignore it?  |
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stef
Loves that CSI tune
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Post by stef on Sept 16, 2004 13:31:15 GMT
You're Aspirin' for a whack, Pappy ?
Lets all join in with calls for Jimby Bojangles !
Down at the ice mill* store-ea
the whole scenes changing,
Brucies just kickin ass, and caving heads in.
We were the first band to duke up in the bar,
and find the distance to Bruce Lee too far.
Meanwhile its getting late,
he knocks off our clocks,
moderatings dead they say,
long live blocks.
long live blocks, I need it every night.
long live blocks, come and join the fight
long live blocks, whipping branch or bunch of fives.
Landslide rocks a falling
falling down round our very heads
we say nothings doing
look again... rock is ded, rock is ded, rock is dead.
The place is really jumping to the hiwatt amps
when a 20 inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps
thru the alley the jumps extend for half a mile
and though the gangsters leap in,
even the Mod-Erator smiles
someone does a drop kick
from the rafter tops
Rock is dead they say,
Bruce Lee rocks, Bruce Lee rocks
(* the big boss is set in an ice cutting wharehouse )
.stef.
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Post by mapleleafsfan on Sept 16, 2004 20:25:18 GMT
perhaps he and i will cross paths in the future....
then i can set him on my lap and pet him like the little lap dog he is.....
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Post by squeezeboxwho on Sept 26, 2004 19:47:24 GMT
uh what?  ? lol |
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