Aye be new here.

I been watching this place and I like it, like it, yes I do.

Looking forward to rocking with everyone.

Welcome Jerk!!!

Some Little Jerk wrote on Jan 10^th, 2015 at 12:02pm:


I believe we have met before.

Wait...the rums gone?

welcome aboard... out of curiosity- what is your stance on Emotional Rescue?

snottiness?? This tune sneeringly spits in your eye and you like it.

now I need to play Emotional Rescue while piddling in the basement.

Eye Jerk. Welcome you fucking jerk, sorry it was there.

Joseph. You mark your calander for memorial day weekend. Come home to Sweet VA Kins.

Ooooooh me headsa hurting today.

Tore up from the floor up.

Aye have been, young Joey.

Aye that be more than a dream, that be me uncanny ability to reach out in the night and get into your head.

Your inner bein'

And it wasn't a back rub you cur, it was me pistols.
You be lucky the bullets are so tiny.

Aye be

" I hope this isn't one of my aliases. "

W- W- W- What  ... ?!   :


!!!!!!

new dude's got views.

" new dude's got views. "


***************  {   " ?  "  }  ***************  :


!!!!

Joey, you are making me all phklempt!

And why can't I fucking post a picture?

<img src="http://littlemissqaddafi.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/sotc.jpg">

Is that batshit, LJ?

I am in the midwest now, til school year starts. I need another summit!!!

Have motorcycle, will travel!

Yep. Moved back in Dec.

It's true, you can never go home. But you can go back and pretend you never lived there ever before!

You should drive said bike up to Minneapolis so you can record the chick vocal part for "Smokey's Blues". Then you should drive to KC to tell #@!$in' feej to get writing so we can finish this project that started 9 years ago....

Sadly, I had to miss that party because mrs bucky went into premature labor at 19 weeks....but the little muffin lived and is almost 9. currently he spends his time bouncing the the real football ball around the kitchen and inadvertently hitting me in the nuts from time to time. gotta love kids, no?

" Aye that sure is a nice piece of furniture there.
What kind of couch is that exactly??  "


<  ----------- It really does not matter anymore , does it  ?!  :

!!!!!

" Don't let Go Tonight    ....... Don't Let go The Couch !!!!!  "

JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJacky ©

"  I need another summit!!!  "
" Have motorcycle, will travel ! "


<  ------------ I would not travel too far    --- The Couch has seen better days ............. MUCH better  -- RIP !!!    :


  !!!!!

So who's the bad girl in that piccy? I like the cut of her jib.

I prefer to think he's taking a picture of my tit, thank you very much.

Mr. Yeats wrote on Jan 15^th, 2015 at 6:18pm:


Jasss, 'tis I! And egon is the boobpicturetaker. With StrayCatUK and.....grrr...grrr...can't 'member his RO name....

Honey, there ain't no such thing.

I'm in Chicago, Mr. Yeats, so you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is. Or something.

" I can't be held responsible for blown behavior
I lost all contact with my only savior
No one locked me out because I failed to phone up
I can't bear to live forever like a loner

Don't let go the couch
Don't let go the couch

It's easy to be sad when you lack a partner
But how would I react to a broken heart now?
It ain't really true rock and roll unless I'm
Hanging onto you, and when I hold it next time

I won't let go the couch
I won't let go the couch

I try to explain, but you never understand it
I need your body, but I can't just demand it
I won't let go like a stray at heel
(Never let it out of your sight)
Every lonely wife knows the way I feel
(Don't let go tonight)
Don't let go the couch

Don't let go the couch
Never let go the couch

Your friends all pass for life is just a market
But you have to finish everything you started
So I live my life tearing down the runway
Sure to get the hang of hanging in there someday

Don't let go the couch
Don't let go the couch

Won't get no more chances; forget the war dances
Go blind and hang on; don't try the slang, son
Never let go the COUCH !!!!!!  "

Aye, why don't you two get a room.

Saw this at my local bar this morning at breakfast
Made me chuckle.

" Made me chuckle. "


we never let go the ........................... :

" you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is. Or something. "

Aye was drinking last night at that time.
But aye was too drunk to post.

Aye have me annual performance review today.
Aye hope they don't make me walk the plank.

" Aye have me annual performance review today.
Aye hope they don't make me walk the plank.  "


<  ----- Weeding ?!     ... Hashishin'  ..... ?!  Are you Hashishin' .... ?!   

Weeding ? ... Please    .... I's just's got's to's knows    ...... Are you Weeding ?!  Hashishin'... ?!

Is Hashishin' taking place ?!

" Hit Me Ronnie ! "

Weedy'kins ™

Joey, have you ever attempted to read one of your own posts?

(cue 'are you weeding, hashishing' bit in 5, 4, 3, 2,...)

" Aye but he's a funny lad.

Would make a fine carouser . "


<  ---------   Matie ?!  .....   Weeding  ................ ?!

Hashishin'  .... ?!   ..... Are you Hashishin'   .... ?!   .. !!!!

Weeding ?!   .... Hashishin' .... ?!   Weeding  .... ?

Is anybody weeding right now ?!    * BEST STONES YET !!!!! *


" Hit Me Ronnie !!!!!  "


Weedykins ®

Come on, it's almost friday. Let us all be happy and whatever.

MrPleasant wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2015 at 2:43pm:

I Agreed!

tighten up, Joey.

A woman, alone in a hotel room. Well, alone except for her mother.

There is no minibar, but I managed to drive to the local Aldi and procured Cheetos and wine. It's *that* kind of road trip.

I drank my first glass outside, smoking a cigarette by the pool while finishing the fourth Harry Potter novel. SPOILER ALERT: Voldemort RETURNS!!!!

The first local radio station the scan landed on began playing "Flying High Again" and the wild hairs began tickling my ass. Those Randy Rhodes years were good ones.

"Mama's gonna worry
I've been a bad, bad boy
No use saying sorry
It's something that I enjoy!"

Should I stop in the "O'Charley's" and have a drink? I managed to make it to the hotel, the siren song of WAY MANY TOO MANY CRAPPY CHAIN BARS visibly trying to  pull the Volvo station wagon back towards their labryinthine parking lots. The Applebee's, the Smokey Bones, the Longhorn, the Outback and the HOOTERS for chrissakes, the HOOTERS, I PASSED THE HOOTERS.

{{it was calling my name! i would sit at the bar and read the harry potter book, drinking jim beam rocks with a beer chaser and wait}}

Next I made it past GANDER MOUNTAIN which is a "firearms super center"......{{groooooan what is that?!?!?!?}}

I made it. And as I drove past Gander Mountain, the radio played Sympathy for the Devil but BEFORE they did, they played this clip of a person the DJ called "Michael Phillip Jagger" (they are in the KNOW here in the fucking heartland, baby) talking about "inspiration for songwriting" and Mick fucking said this:

"You know, things stir other things. And sometimes, you know the subject can be really quite personal."

I swear to you, this is almost perfectly verbatim the pablum I was subjected to, before fucking SFTD.

And I thought of y'all. My Stonesian kin.

Oh, there y'are, Flirty! I'm in Das Kapital. Thanks be to gawd for BBC America.

No no no, I'm still in Illinoise. Do yer math. The chick from Chicago sez she's in the capital, prolly that means Springfuckingfield.

I found out there's a lake near here. But BETTER, I found out about this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty_Point

"The vast earthen architecture of this site was constructed by a foraging society of hunter- gatherers, not a settled agricultural people, which makes it all the more remarkable a site. It is still not understood how and why such a society could so totally transform this landscape. It may well be the largest hunter-gatherer settlement that has ever existed. Not only was it the largest settlement of its time in North America, but its design was absolutely unique and its construction required an unprecedented amount (over 750,000 cubic meters) of earth-moving. Poverty Point was also the center of a major exchange network with goods brought in from as far as 1,600 kilometers (1,000 miles) distant."

Howe cool is that? So really, I guess, thanks be to gawd for Wikipedia.

I am her chauffeur of choice for her post-retirement union rabble rousing excursions.

Are you pretending to be Scottish because of Some Little Jerk's posts?

Just wondering if I was remiss in not applying my own fake brogue or trill to the thread.

Well, ARE you black?

JUST KIDDING.

Wait a minute, your family's from Donegal and you're named Willy? Your ancestors must be rolling...

Well played.

Donegal, on the other hand, has a LOT of moss.

I like your pub pirate sign.
Wisdom it be.

I ran out of rum last night and had to drink Whiskey.
Head be a bit turned sideways this morning.
Grains are for bread.
Molasses-based distillates are my preference.

Aye got me some Chem Dawg though and that makes the head all better.

Just a tad jealous here. OK, you ever been to fucking Vladivostok, oh globetrotting one?

Mr. Yeats wrote on Jan 24^th, 2015 at 5:04pm:


No, I'm afraid the closest I got to that is Krakov. I'll share some of my Krakov story, which I posted over there-----> in an anti-Eagles Flame War, just for shits and giggles.

"When I was in Krakow, I had a beautiful, sexually un-requited fling with this gorgeous Polish boy named Jaroslav Yenderevscek (groan). He was so beautiful and sweet and the night we met, we ended up at this Mexican bar (no shit) at 4 in the morning and the DJ there found out that some Americans were about so he played Hotel California for us (unbidden) and Jaroslav asked me to dance with him to it and he told me then that his dream was to ride across America on a Harley (heart breaking) and so I slow danced with him and we did a bunch of crotch grinding with the guitar solo, which was the closest I ever got to screwing the guy. Which was for the best because now I can imagine that it would have been amazing as opposed to knowing that it was average even though it held so much promise."

Nowadays, I content myself with watching Ewan MacGregor and Charley Boorman (it's so darling the way he spells it with an "ey") riding across Mongolia, etc. Someday, I tell myself. Someday.

Some Guy wrote on Jan 24^th, 2015 at 8:05pm:


Exactly the caliber of posting promoted by the Anti-JB&Joey LoveBoat Fiesta Board or whatever the fuck it was called.

They don't call me SheRat for nothin'.

Aye aye, Cap'n! 

I toyed with posting this picture and I do so now, hoping that you'll appreciate it, Some Little Jerk.

I do not weed, Mr. Yeats. I do eat valerian like it's going out of style, though.

And good morning to you, sir.

I got drunk and watched Harry Potter and the Golden Goblet or whatever last night.

It was AWESOME.




"The thing about growing up with Fred and George, is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

" ............................. Yeatsykins ! ........... "




Yeatsykins  ................... ?!



YEATSYKINS   .... ?!   ... !!!!!!! 




WHAT  ... ?!  :



!!!!!

" Aye Miss Rat. Looks like someone wants to scrub the poop deck. Me looking for a good whore. "


<  ------ Good Morning TomL    .........................

Weeding ?!    .... Hashishin'  ... ?!   ... Are you Weeding this Morning ?!  ... Hashishin'  ... ?!   Are you Hashishin'  ?!   Please  --- I 's just's got's to's knows  ........... Weeding ?!

Hashishin'......  ?!

Are You Hashishin'   ?!   


" Hit Me Ronnie !!!!   "   

" I LOVE YOU ALL !!!!!   "   .... STONES IS STONES BABY !!!!!!    ...... This Thing is Bigger than ALL of us !!!!!!!   

BEST STONES YET !!!!!!!!!!!

JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJacky Cakes ®

TomL, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. If the two of us together, forget it.