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PrintablePEJ said: subhuman09 said: That'll only dent him-can I bring the truck in?  I'd rather see the tractor but it's not allowed anymore... 
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Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
Day 24 of my banishment
In the distance a wolf howls. Help does not seem to be coming. All alone, abandoned. Alright. If I'm going to get out of this thing I need to do it myself... My mind races furiously. I remember seeing this movie of how a guy got out of a seemingly hopelless jam he was in by gnawing off his own hand at the wrist in order to escape to blessed freedom. This seems desperate, but it's all I have. As I start gnawing, I suddenly realize that I am not handcuffed to anything like the guy in the movie. 
I stop gnawing. 
I need to think clearly. What would Ovid do? The great Roman poet Ovid exiled to the coast of the Black Sea for no known reason, other than that he displeased some Romans. There he wrote his greatest erotic love poetry...  He also wrote
wrote of Dedalus and Icarus, also imprisoned, also seeking escape....Maybe if I use Lleena's poncho as wings I can fly out of this hell hole! Yes that's it! To the skies! Hmm that sun seems a little close...maybe I shouldn't have fastened the poncho with wax.....
*plop*  
that's great. I mean, he's still a git, but that's great.  | |
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TheFrog said: Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
that's great. I mean, he's still a git, but that's great. 
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Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
Day 24 of my banishment
In the distance a wolf howls. Help does not seem to be coming. All alone, abandoned. Alright. If I'm going to get out of this thing I need to do it myself... My mind races furiously. I remember seeing this movie of how a guy got out of a seemingly hopelless jam he was in by gnawing off his own hand at the wrist in order to escape to blessed freedom. This seems desperate, but it's all I have. As I start gnawing, I suddenly realize that I am not handcuffed to anything like the guy in the movie.
I stop gnawing.
I need to think clearly. What would Ovid do? The great Roman poet Ovid exiled to the coast of the Black Sea for no known reason, other than that he displeased some Romans. There he wrote his greatest erotic love poetry... He also wrote
wrote of Dedalus and Icarus, also imprisoned, also seeking escape....Maybe if I use Lleena's poncho as wings I can fly out of this hell hole! Yes that's it! To the skies! Hmm that sun seems a little close...maybe I shouldn't have fastened the poncho with wax.....
*plop* All this from a troublemaking piece of shit and enemy number 1 of the org. 
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bkw said: Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
All this from a troublemaking piece of shit and enemy number 1 of the org.
Maybe he ran over someones foot with his tractor.. | |
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Lleena said: bkw said: All this from a troublemaking piece of shit and enemy number 1 of the org.
Maybe he ran over someones foot with his tractor.. or gave them an atomic wedgie. | |
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Day 25 of my banishment
...Just arrived at shore after a night of fighting riptides and sea creatures. Maybe I should have discarded the now-soggy Poncho as it slowed my progress in the Icarian sea...but it's memories keep me going. It is all that I have left that binds me to the precious Org. (Besides, if I don't return it to Lleena, she will kick my ass...) My spirit is not dead. My shoes are sandy. But my spirit is not dead. I look around and see in the light of morning that my prison-isle, once thought deserted, is strewn with the residue of some now-abandoned junkyard/military compound. Random metal parts, engine casing, gyroscopes etc. lie about like the dead soldiers at Passchendaele. The gloom descends on me once again... My only chance to get back home is to build a a Giant Robot from the debris about me. I start to build. I feel like Victor Frankenstein, creating life, playing at God. I assemble the parts, and what I don't have I fashion out of palm leaves and coconut shells. I also feel a bit like the Professor on Gilligan's Island.
This Robot must be able to fly in all kinds of weather. So I give him a jet pack and advanced navigation system. He should probably also have night vision and some kind of extra fuel packs. Heh He should also probably look kind of mean or serious. That would be cool! And I will need some decals to put on the side. Heavy Metal stuff, you know? Or maybe that picture of Snoopy fighting the Red Baron! Haha! Yeah that's cool! I'll also need a cup holder and a place to hold my cds. Oohh that reminds me: I will need to make some mix-tapes for the flight. And some magazines and stuff. Shit I'll probably have to bring everyone on the Org a souvenir as well. I'll need some extra storage space... And
munchies. I will need some Pringles. Definitely some Pringles and maybe some drink boxes and stuff! Yeah!
Wait...Why was I building this Robot again? | |
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Lleena said: He's stopped shaving too
  is this thread about rasputin? | |
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Sorry edit. [Edited 11/27/04 10:00am] | |
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Lleena said: Day 25 of my banishment
...Just arrived at shore after a night of fighting riptides and sea creatures. Maybe I should have discarded the now-soggy Poncho as it slowed my progress in the Icarian sea...but it's memories keep me going. It is all that I have left that binds me to the precious Org. (Besides, if I don't return it to Lleena, she will kick my ass...) My spirit is not dead. My shoes are sandy. But my spirit is not dead. I look around and see in the light of morning that my prison-isle, once thought deserted, is strewn with the residue of some now-abandoned junkyard/military compound. Random metal parts, engine casing, gyroscopes etc. lie about like the dead soldiers at Passchendaele. The gloom descends on me once again... My only chance to get back home is to build a a Giant Robot from the debris about me. I start to build. I feel like Victor Frankenstein, creating life, playing at God. I assemble the parts, and what I don't have I fashion out of palm leaves and coconut shells. I also feel a bit like the Professor on Gilligan's Island.
This Robot must be able to fly in all kinds of weather. So I give him a jet pack and advanced navigation system. He should probably also have night vision and some kind of extra fuel packs. Heh He should also probably look kind of mean or serious. That would be cool! And I will need some decals to put on the side. Heavy Metal stuff, you know? Or maybe that picture of Snoopy fighting the Red Baron! Haha! Yeah that's cool! I'll also need a cup holder and a place to hold my cds. Oohh that reminds me: I will need to make some mix-tapes for the flight. And some magazines and stuff. Shit I'll probably have to bring everyone on the Org a souvenir as well. I'll need some extra storage space... And
munchies. I will need some Pringles. Definitely some Pringles and maybe some drink boxes and stuff! Yeah!
Wait...Why was I building this Robot again? LMFAO!!!!  When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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bkw said: Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
All this from a troublemaking piece of shit and enemy number 1 of the org.
The enemy? Hell no, but a much needed enema
I miss him  | |
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its alittle like going after cat stevens
its goofy | |
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shausler said: its alittle like going after cat stevens
its goofy It does seem like that yes. | |
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Someone asked me to post this...
Day 26 of my banishment
The Skies have betrayed me. The Ocean tried to pick my bones. Worst of all, my Robot turned on me and until further notice *I* am *his* slave!! 
So now I have to return to the Org on my own AND escape a tyrannical robot... (Plus the poncho is starting to get a little funky...)
Skies, ocean..what's left? The earth. I have been looking at this all wrong, linking my escape to the wrong elements. It is to the earth I should have looked all along. Like the giant Antaeus, son of Poseidon, my powers are sapped when I am separted from the earth. I will tunnel to freedom. And so I dig. The noon sun is glaring. And yet I dig. Fortunately the soil is soft and it doesn't take me long to dig straight down 100 feet. When I rigged the proper support braces, I am ready to dig my way back to the Org. But which way. I need to listen to those unique sounds of the Org, only the most vague vibrations...of people complaing, silly threads, offtopic chatter...can you hear it? Thataway! I dig furiously for perhaps 700 yards. Then I start my way up. As I break through the ground, the sunlight streams in...I pop my head through the terrestrial ceiling and what do I see.... 
Okay, that didn't work. I rush back to my original starting point packing the dirt behind me as I go. This deep in the ground the vibrations are didtorted and my own desperate mind is not a trustworthy receptor....but I try again, this time in the opposite direction. This time for the Org! 
After about 500 yards, the sounds of fams romping and playing in the sunshine sooths my weary mind. It's the Org, I know it. I am here! I am coming! Once again I break through and a purple light not of the sun greets my mole-eyes: 
Hmmm maybe I'm too near the surface. I need to dig deeper, free myself from the surface dwellers for good. And I stay at 500 yards out but dig straight down, past the crust deeper and deeper...suddenly the pressure that has been becoming unbearable miraculously abates. The air becomes easier to breathe...sweet even...like Get Wild Perfume...I feel awash in bliss and before me is a trapdoor. With curiousity and bliss, I slowly open the door only to discover... 
Fucking robot.  [Edited 11/28/04 9:52am] | |
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the suspense is killing me To Sir, with Love | |
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For how long is he banished ? [Edited 11/28/04 10:48am] | |
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Lleena said: Someone asked me to post this...
Day 26 of my banishment
The Skies have betrayed me. The Ocean tried to pick my bones. Worst of all, my Robot turned on me and until further notice *I* am *his* slave!!
So now I have to return to the Org on my own AND escape a tyrannical robot... (Plus the poncho is starting to get a little funky...)
Skies, ocean..what's left? The earth. I have been looking at this all wrong, linking my escape to the wrong elements. It is to the earth I should have looked all along. Like the giant Antaeus, son of Poseidon, my powers are sapped when I am separted from the earth. I will tunnel to freedom. And so I dig. The noon sun is glaring. And yet I dig. Fortunately the soil is soft and it doesn't take me long to dig straight down 100 feet. When I rigged the proper support braces, I am ready to dig my way back to the Org. But which way. I need to listen to those unique sounds of the Org, only the most vague vibrations...of people complaing, silly threads, offtopic chatter...can you hear it? Thataway! I dig furiously for perhaps 700 yards. Then I start my way up. As I break through the ground, the sunlight streams in...I pop my head through the terrestrial ceiling and what do I see....
Okay, that didn't work. I rush back to my original starting point packing the dirt behind me as I go. This deep in the ground the vibrations are didtorted and my own desperate mind is not a trustworthy receptor....but I try again, this time in the opposite direction. This time for the Org!
After about 500 yards, the sounds of fams romping and playing in the sunshine sooths my weary mind. It's the Org, I know it. I am here! I am coming! Once again I break through and a purple light not of the sun greets my mole-eyes:
Hmmm maybe I'm too near the surface. I need to dig deeper, free myself from the surface dwellers for good. And I stay at 500 yards out but dig straight down, past the crust deeper and deeper...suddenly the pressure that has been becoming unbearable miraculously abates. The air becomes easier to breathe...sweet even...like Get Wild Perfume...I feel awash in bliss and before me is a trapdoor. With curiousity and bliss, I slowly open the door only to discover...
Fucking robot.
[Edited 11/28/04 9:52am] LMFAO!!!! (again) When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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| LMFAO!
Professor you REALLY should write books! | |
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Good robot..good robot! | |
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althom said: Good robot..good robot!
p.s is anyone else getting that annoying npgmc sign in popup in this thread? When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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bkw said: althom said: Good robot..good robot!
p.s is anyone else getting that annoying npgmc sign in popup in this thread? yes. i thought something was wrong with my mac
for the record i don't know 9's that well but he seems like a cool dude. i surprised when i found out he was banned. i hope he can come back soon. he lights up the org. when the org was down some time last weekend i was lurking on housequake and i saw 9's on there. i wanted to say hi but i didn't think he would know who i was. i hope this situation comes out okay. | |
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I just thought the mods were trying to tell me something with the pop up.
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bkw said: althom said: Good robot..good robot!
p.s is anyone else getting that annoying npgmc sign in popup in this thread? Yes, 2X now. 
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Someone asked me to post this...
Day 27 of my banishment
Late last night, after hours of bone-breaking digging under a tumescent moon, my shovel broke just as I was about to enter what I think was Vampy's Italian Prince site... Gnammete!!
The futility and weariness, boredom and ennui are beginning to grip me. (That and the fact that that Robot is really starting to get on my freaking nerves! )...I drift in and out of consciousness. My dreams and my waking hours are starting to blend in a hodgepodge of disconnected thoughts. My nostalgia is powerful but it has no direction. I miss everything and everyone. (I should have checked the expiration date on those canned bananas!) As I sit and meditate, I wonder on many things...
I wonder where is Lleena; Is bkw still drinking beer? Is IrresistableBitch still a raging conservative? I wonder if lilmissmissy is still chipper. I wonder if althom is still an...nevermind, I know the answer to that Is senik still related to Parminder Nagra? ; is the Frog still a cunt? (I hope this letter never gets out...); is Dancelot still dancing a lot now that Bush has been reelected?; how many user names does PEJ have by now? is emm still sportin' that sexy avatar?  ; is mdiver still keeping the squozen flame alive? ; is Alf still trying to get published? heh heh; are asylumutopia and reincarnate aware that they rock my world?; is AnotherLover still madly in love with Mastodon?  ; Sag? Enough!; Is JediMaster still fixated on that crap Star Wars nonsense? Even I haven't gone that far and I'm practically delusional! Give it up already!; is shausler still keeping the Org pulse going?; is nesseone still hot for kitty? ; is Faux, despite his name, still keeping it real?; does AzureStarr play tic tac toe with any other boys? ; is doctormcmeekle still an easily manipulated pawn who can be tricked into posting dumbass posts from deactivated Orgers?; does conch(bunchofnumbers) still have that ridiculous letter/number combination for a username that drives me crazy?; has teacher been banned yet? ; does subhuman have an extra strait jacket I could use? ; is CinisterCee aware that speaking against the tractor pic is a crime punishable by severe beating? Good thing I'm in exile, boyee!!; is babygirl old enough to actually post on the Org?  ; is XxAxX still a little yellow bird? I'm so hungry I could eat a little yellow bird, so look out!; is AndGodCreatedMe still as sweet as she was?; and finally is JoeyCoco banned yet?? How come I am banned and he isn't! How's that for irony!!
oh well, at least I'm sure JasmineFire still loves her job!
Obviously, there is only one thing for me to do. If I can't get to the Org, I will bring the Org to me! Fortunately, just beyond the abandoned junkyard/military complex from which I culled the parts of my Robot, there is also a mannequin factory where I can build simulacra of all my favorite Orgers! I will build an entire Org village! (Guess who the village idiot will be. heh heh).
But I will have to do this tomorrow, as tonight the damn Robot is making me wash his dishes! | |
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2the9s said: does subhuman have an extra strait jacket I could use?
Yes-in plaid. | |
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doctormcmeekle said: Someone asked me to post this...
Day 27 of my banishment
Late last night, after hours of bone-breaking digging under a tumescent moon, my shovel broke just as I was about to enter what I think was Vampy's Italian Prince site... Gnammete!!
The futility and weariness, boredom and ennui are beginning to grip me. (That and the fact that that Robot is really starting to get on my freaking nerves! )...I drift in and out of consciousness. My dreams and my waking hours are starting to blend in a hodgepodge of disconnected thoughts. My nostalgia is powerful but it has no direction. I miss everything and everyone. (I should have checked the expiration date on those canned bananas!) As I sit and meditate, I wonder on many things...
I wonder where is Lleena; Is bkw still drinking beer? Is IrresistableBitch still a raging conservative? I wonder if lilmissmissy is still chipper. I wonder if althom is still an...nevermind, I know the answer to that Is senik still related to Parminder Nagra? ; is the Frog still a cunt? (I hope this letter never gets out...); is Dancelot still dancing a lot now that Bush has been reelected?; how many user names does PEJ have by now? is emm still sportin' that sexy avatar? ; is mdiver still keeping the squozen flame alive? ; is Alf still trying to get published? heh heh; are asylumutopia and reincarnate aware that they rock my world?; is AnotherLover still madly in love with Mastodon? ; Sag? Enough!; Is JediMaster still fixated on that crap Star Wars nonsense? Even I haven't gone that far and I'm practically delusional! Give it up already!; is shausler still keeping the Org pulse going?; is nesseone still hot for kitty? ; is Faux, despite his name, still keeping it real?; does AzureStarr play tic tac toe with any other boys? ; is doctormcmeekle still an easily manipulated pawn who can be tricked into posting dumbass posts from deactivated Orgers?; does conch(bunchofnumbers) still have that ridiculous letter/number combination for a username that drives me crazy?; has teacher been banned yet? ; does subhuman have an extra strait jacket I could use? ; is CinisterCee aware that speaking against the tractor pic is a crime punishable by severe beating? Good thing I'm in exile, boyee!!; is babygirl old enough to actually post on the Org? ; is XxAxX still a little yellow bird? I'm so hungry I could eat a little yellow bird, so look out!; is AndGodCreatedMe still as sweet as she was?; and finally is JoeyCoco banned yet?? How come I am banned and he isn't! How's that for irony!!
oh well, at least I'm sure JasmineFire still loves her job!
Obviously, there is only one thing for me to do. If I can't get to the Org, I will bring the Org to me! Fortunately, just beyond the abandoned junkyard/military complex from which I culled the parts of my Robot, there is also a mannequin factory where I can build simulacra of all my favorite Orgers! I will build an entire Org village! (Guess who the village idiot will be. heh heh).
But I will have to do this tomorrow, as tonight the damn Robot is making me wash his dishes! man, i wish i could punch that fucker in the face. | |
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TheFrog said: doctormcmeekle said: Someone asked me to post this...
man, i wish i could punch that fucker in the face. Who? Me? | |
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doctormcmeekle said: TheFrog said: man, i wish i could punch that fucker in the face. Who? Me?
i was actually on about he who calleth me a 'cunt', but as you mention it... :bitchslap: | |
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bkw said: althom said: Good robot..good robot!
p.s is anyone else getting that annoying npgmc sign in popup in this thread?
yes, I get it when I open the thread and also just now, when I pressed "reply". Is the exhiled orger somehow trying to tell us all something? ... is he on Island NPGMC? | |
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Hi we miss you! ill even change my avatar for you if you want | |
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