||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night." ||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for December 12, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:02 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Elmertown." ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. Listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Jimbo into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:26 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hi Jimbo DJTween: There will be music starting a little after 8:40 EST Jimbo: Hiya DJTween: From Dallas, eh? DJTween: (Nino knows all... click the link at the bottom of the screen) Jimbo: Well, Fort Worth actually ||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:32 PM, then departs. DJTween: Close enough for Rock & Roll Jimbo: This will be my first time for this - anyone know what's on tap? DJTween: I'm the DJ, and it's going to be The Giant Rat Jimbo: One of my favorites! DJTween: Mine too :) Jimbo: The live stream wants to run throught WIndows Media Player but when I click the link I get a file not found error message DJTween: Just started the streams. Try again Jimbo: Well, it's working now. DJTween: Streams are definitely up DJTween: no audio yet though Jimbo: I'll try not to let my newbieness show any more than it has to DJTween: The music officially starts about 8:45, but I start the streams a few minutes before DJTween: Are you on Facebook? I make show announcements there Jimbo: I am on Facebook but saw nothing about tonight's show Jimbo: Ah, it's there now DJTween: Just sent out the announcements Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:40 PM and late as usual, it's Doug, just back from Funfun Town." ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:41 PM and Rahima waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies uh_clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Hi Rahima ||||||||| 8:42 PM: late jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" uh_clem: Where is that bomber you were talking about, Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to uh_clem and queries "Do you have something for me to do?" Jimbo: Oooohhh stereo Doug: Shoes for Industry, compadres... late: shoes for the dead DJTween: Hi clem DJTween: Hi late, Doug ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' late: howdy ||||||||| "8:45 PM? 8:45 PM!!" says Catherwood, "A W Smith should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as A W Smith enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. late: hey you guys - i now see an order button on the laugh . com page for the 2 disc eat or be eaten - think this means it is available/in stock or pre-order? Doug: I heard him... "You can wait here in the sitting room, or sit here in the waiting room..." very Catherwoodish. ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Doug and yells "My ears are burning..." ||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "rococo should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as rococo enters and sits on the divan. DJTween: Hello, Mister _Smith_ ... DJTween: Hi EW A W Smith: My ehhhh ...traffic cone isnt making any sound, EWeston: Hey Tweeny, Jazzed to be here late: far out - dancing w/moonlit knight ||||||||| Cooper enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. rococo: hello all DJTween: I haven't checked out the buy page for EOBE yet Doug: Hey, Rocky... DJTween: Hi rococo, Cooper ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Willy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. rococo: cool glad to be here late: laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." A W Smith: there it goes OH NO) i hafta turn it town Jimbo: ahhh, here comes the Mellotron A W Smith: *down late: eobe on cd has always been a holy grail for me, great it is back again + bonus DJTween: Hi Willy DJTween: love this album :) ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:51 PM, dragging Captain Equinox by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTween: Bought it when it was first released ||||||||| Beet enters at 8:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hi Captain Beet: Evening all. Happy Thursday. Hi Tween. Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos! EWeston: Hey Beet anna Captin Captain Equinox: Sure Happy It's Thirsday! rococo: happy catherwood is here to assist ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside rococo and mumbles "Did you want something?" ||||||||| Rahima rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rahima?! It's 8:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Captain Equinox: *Thursday* DJTween: They need to change the link at the FST site. Says there EOBE is still out of print EWeston: Thirstday meybe Doug: Well, it's Thirsday if you're thirsty.. late: pass the msg on! A W Smith: Hello Captain Equinox and Cooper and DJTween and Doug and EWeston and Jimbo and late and Rahima and rococo and Willy and Rufus_T_Firetween and also..uh .. uh_clem thats whlo Beet: Hey EW Captain Equinox: I'll drink to that! late: howdy Beet: What are we drinking? Rufus_T_Firetween: EOBE at Laugh - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html Captain Equinox: WEll, it's NOT beet juice ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." EWeston: Pig Oil Beer Beet: hehe uh_clem: bear whiz here Doug: Nor beetle juice... whatever it is, I think it needs More Sugar! EWeston: The beer with a crust Captain Equinox: Just open a quick jeraboam of champagne for everyone, Vi! ||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "AcneJr should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as AcneJr enters and sits at the bar. A W Smith: Bear wiz DJTween: catherwood, open a quick jeraboam of champagne for everyone ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTween and says "My ears are burning..." Beet: Pardon my ignorance but who are we listening to? EWeston: I'm plowed to be an owned man Jonas Captain Equinox: Genesis DJTween: catherwood, give evryone a quick jeraboam of champagne ||||||||| Catherwood brings evryone a quick jeraboam of champagne. Jimbo: Genesis Captain Equinox: but which album? Doug: Drink to me only with thine fox. DJTween: This is Genesis from the early 70's DJTween: Selling England By The Pound DJTween: Since tonight's story is English, seemed appropriate ;) uh_clem: haven't heard it since college ||||||||| DrDespicable enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTween: Hi DrD A W Smith: Hi DrDespicable DrDespicable: Greetings, Dear Friends EWeston: So the interpeter can go home? Beet: I would never have guessed Genesis ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn disembarks at 8:59 PM. EWeston: I recorgnise a few voices DJTween: Hey Merlyn ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 12, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Beet: Hey Merl Doug: I have to go and come back... Since I can't be in two places at once, I won't be anywhere at all.. Merlyn: hey EWeston: Evening Merlyn Merlyn: humorous ads have been added DrDespicable: Catherwood took my hat AND my goat? Seems rather greedy... ||||||||| Catherwood ands DrDespicable's goat seems rather greedy. EWeston: Ah the uncertainty principle in action ||||||||| AcneJr departs at 9:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Captain Equinox: honk honk Beet: Has anyone BEEN to Jack Poet? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. ||||||||| Doug hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Doug?! It's 9:01 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Beet: Howdy Mud ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" EWeston: Muddlyness hoo ||||||||| 9:02 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Billy_Burke close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary. Mudhead: Howdy ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:02 PM and Principalpoop bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. shoes for the dead: howdy EWeston: And Shoes, for industry ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's AlanW, just back from Lodi." Beet: Exciting intro music Billy_Burke: Greetings Bozoa DJTween: Hey P Principalpoop: hey mud, all EWeston: Fashanbly late, the Pooper ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY” from the album Pink Hotel Burns Down- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> (currently out of print)' shoes for the dead: hi PP Beet: Hi Poop Principalpoop: Katey bar the door ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's uhClem, just back from Hellmouth." shoes for the dead: heroining experience ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and Fudd sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: late because I stopped to take the dog out first so not interrupted later, it is cold out, brrrr Billy_Burke: I talked to jack Poet Jr just the other day DrDespicable: Ravenous. And these groat clusters ain't getting the job done... EWeston: You want me to give it a wack? DrDespicable: Talk amongst yourselves... Principalpoop: get a sack of duck, sack of duck Principalpoop: tweed underwear, ouch DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! ||||||||| Perryfunny bounds in at 9:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: As sackings go it had its moments Billy_Burke: I don't know if they want my stories from the 70's at Jack Poets house Principalpoop: nice knockers Principalpoop: sure we do billy DJTween: Flathead Indian lol (motorcycle engine) DJTween: Hi Perry Principalpoop: anybody divulged lately? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Doug close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Fudd: Never saw FT live and regret that terribly. Cleverest comedians by far. shoes for the dead: not in public, Poop Doug: Bend over - here comes ol' one eye! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Old one eye close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. Principalpoop: film at 11? EWeston: The timing is Goon Show like DJTween: Hi One Eye ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Voidoid into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:09 PM, then departs. EWeston: Vapours at Midnight Old one eye: Greetings, chaps and chapettes Principalpoop: the door was ajar, well which is it? ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Willy - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: early death Principalpoop: someone has stolen the moon, you may scoff EWeston: It was like a baby's his eyes the color of shy blue shy, and oatmeal DJTween: Hi Void Doug: My god, I've got... Jaundice! "Jaundice it is!" ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" Principalpoop: anybody scoffed lately? shoes for the dead: only in public, Poop ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Tire biter disembarks at 9:11 PM. Principalpoop: hehe EWeston: With a consenting marmoset maybe, otherwise, no. shoes for the dead: a pox lunch DJTween: Hi Tirebiter shoes for the dead: the meeune? Principalpoop: dogmatic twattle DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln late: oh man, i hate that voice ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." ||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from Clinton pulls away, leaving Barnacle Bill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: anybody twattled lately? EWeston: I'l twattle my dogomat every day shoes for the dead: i only watch others EWeston: You fiend. shoes for the dead: i pay, tho DJTween: Hi Bill Principalpoop: the derivation of the word twattle is well, i won't say... ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" Doug: It's the gift that keeps on giving.. and I'm giving some to myself right now... EWeston: Wattle involved in underhaned construction DJTween: lol shoes for the dead: muddy thinking, Weston ||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph enters and sits in the comfy chair. Principalpoop: a wittle wattle EWeston: Wattle pawn in handbuzzer of life DrDespicable: Hound of Bakersfield - the mind boggles! ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" ||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Submirj should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Submirj enters and sits on the divan. Doug: Ralph Spoilsport? Good to see you, compadre. DJTween: Hi Sumbiri DJTween: Submirj DJTween: Hi Ralph Principalpoop: took for granite, argh argh argh ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." ||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "papaul should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as papaul enters and sits on the couch. late: mmmmm Principalpoop: robbingpeter to papaul shoes for the dead: acdc fixit man EWeston: Yowlll! ||||||||| bob sneaks in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Captain Equinox: alimentary EWeston: And no weirdos DJTween: Hi papaul DJTween: Hi bob Principalpoop: and to scotland we go ||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mahatma57 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mahatma57 enters and sits on the divan. shoes for the dead: mai tai interest Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and grandfatherGlock disembarks at 9:21 PM. DJTween: Hi mahatma DJTween: Hi grandfather mahatma57: Hola compadres.. grandfatherGlock: High again, tweeny DJTween: does your glock keep accurate time? EWeston: Yow! Doug: Howdy mahatma57! grandfatherGlock: only if'n one inserts thre dymes ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:23 PM and Denys bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. mahatma57: It all began three years ago.. grandfatherGlock: oh, my, it's from 1975 Doug: This is all nice, but I DJTween: Hi Denys Denys: hello all Doug: But I'm tired, I want to go to bed... desk clerk, can I have my key? grandfatherGlock: how about G7? Principalpoop: get your filthy hands off me moon ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tire biter - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| A W Smith - dead from The Plague ||||||||| rococo - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Mudhead - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| AlanW - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Voidoid - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... mahatma57: The Meun belongs to everyone! Doug: Hit it, Jimmy! EWeston: D minus? shoes for the dead: only a lid, Doug Principalpoop: thanks rocky ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby in through the front door at 9:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. shoes for the dead: Hi Nabby DJTween: Hi Nabby EWeston: Another dirty great machine? Beet: Yo Nabby mahatma57: Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life, I've found You.. Nabby: Hi Shoes & DJT & Beet & all Principalpoop: the voice of tween mahatma57: Anyone remember the Air Pirates? Ralph: what sublime nonsense EWeston: Only he could sing that EWeston: Micky Mouse version or underground interpitation? late: anyone got any blue moss? mahatma57: ++++ EWeston: I've still got some mescalin shoes for the dead: here ya go, Late Ralph: all hail the Marx brothers Principalpoop: ahhh mescaline EWeston: Early Micky was a fling fool grandfatherGlock: windowpane and tequila @ the troubadour w/kinky ||||||||| 9:30 PM: st slade jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" Doug: Groucho and John... EWeston: Flying foo? late: oh man, this tastes terrible... but thanks anyway DJTween: Hi slade Ralph: gG that sounds epic Beet: Puns by definition have at least two meanings. Useful tool for a multiple meaning satirical group. Principalpoop: soccer blue ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html' grandfatherGlock: was a party for Columbia in the olden daze Doug: Ah.... remember rivers, Nellie? EWeston: Why without your clothes, your naked Ms. Duddly shoes for the dead: there isn't a straight line in this entire record Principalpoop: don't forget my knickers Doug: Ms. Voilet Dudly, from the provacative initials on your kinickers... DrDespicable: Are we sure that's not Austin as Stones and Proctor as the Electrician? DrDespicable: Or someone like him? EWeston: And your muff Principalpoop: what am I? a second story man? Nabby: I sat on my pipe. shoes for the dead: AHA!!! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln mahatma57: Yankee Pig-Nut Scandal Shocks grandfatherGlock: on a Sunday after new'n? Principalpoop: damn your fat wallow Nabby: We eat or we die. papaul: who's behind is the giant rat of sumatra Principalpoop: chew Doug: Fats Walller EWeston: Wanted for plying in the illict trades of rubber goods and spiders grandfatherGlock: gesundheit shoes for the dead: rubber goods and spiders Doug: All up and down the Mocha-Java straits, from Singapore to Sumatra! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php DrDespicable: Geundheit Dankeschon! Principalpoop: how very incisive Ralph: how incisive...... grandfatherGlock: don't use ythe "S" word - they prefer to be called 'Arachnid Americans' mahatma57: Of Course! Gezundheidt Dankaschoen, the ship's captain.. Rufus_T_Firetween: lol grand EWeston: Sinatra, I think Principalpoop: i am used to ducking bullets as you are to ducking billets shoes for the dead: St. Mensus mahatma57: Ya Cheep Hoor.. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews Principalpoop: show her up Doug: By the blood of Saint Menses, I'm from Ireland.. Principalpoop: you cheap whore st slade: Sorry to be silent so long, I was adjusting my mukluks. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Greybeard into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:35 PM, then departs. EWeston: Ah Canadian! Nabby: Thank you. Principalpoop: shake the soapflakes off the script Doug: Shoes for Industry, Greybeard! mahatma57: Soccer Blue! Greybeard: I was looking for Nick Danger, Third Eye.. grandfatherGlock: I'm pretty sure that's "soccer blew" shoes for the dead: le secret massage Doug: Loosener's Castor Oil Flakes. Cleans the whole system, right on down the line. Ralph: Ben Way? mahatma57: Nicht Ist Correctite.. DJTween: Hi Beard Principalpoop: 2 dancing boys Beet: I think I smell an Electrician. EWeston: A film made of this would be a stunning thing DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Principalpoop: ist nicht correctite ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Elayne disembarks at 9:38 PM. mahatma57: Oops, "Ist Nischt Correctite.." Elayne: Evenin' all! Doug: EW, in fact, it would be SHOCKING. grandfatherGlock: is the funway @ homeless stadium? shoes for the dead: curs of india DJTween: Hi Elayne Greybeard: Professor Phartpounders Colon Cleanser, with Capsicum Extremis, does a much better job.. Beet: wanger=tool grandfatherGlock: the pub in the skies with diaminds! Principalpoop: the docks in soho EWeston: Ms E velcome of your own free will Nabby: Howdy! Beet: Hey E shoes for the dead: Hi E, justin thyme mahatma57: Just stand on the Yellow rubber line.. Principalpoop: frigate matilda Greybeard: !st time newbie, again... Beet: is that a suggestion Principalpoop: oh E, hi there ||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 9:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Greybeard: this aint me 1st rodeo.. ||||||||| "9:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Doug, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. EWeston: The nudescene would be a challenge, even today. ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cooper - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Barnacle Bill - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Submirj - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| bob - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: watch your hands gandalf grandfatherGlock: fancy an eel? Beet: hurricane style would be difficult also EWeston: Not to mention doing it Urricane style mahatma57: Have a pernt of earl with Stinkin' Olaf.. Beet: great minds ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Principalpoop: a big box to put it in, har har har mahatma57: I'm sensing an S. Clay Wilson influence here.. grandfatherGlock: stop singing ewe fuels! Nabby: Roof! Beet: old one eye grandfatherGlock: rough, rough! Principalpoop: warf Nabby: That's not the zipper. EWeston: Ruff grandfatherGlock: are Zips above Beets or below Bozos? ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Principalpoop: that stupid dog drenched my shoes shoes for the dead: dogie door Beet: answer to Glock: yes Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln Elayne: Loved the Electrician quoting Dylan... grandfatherGlock: thank you far too much (fart, ooh much?) shoes for the dead: do you mr. stones? mahatma57: I am ...ctrician.. EWeston: The five lifestyles of the future Beaners, buggies, bozos, berserkers, and zips uh_clem: me too, Elayne ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" grandfatherGlock: yes,Wes,ton st slade: Won Ton On mahatma57: "I'm plowed to ba an old man.." Nabby: Where there's smoke.... EWeston: There's Work! shoes for the dead: there's wprk grandfatherGlock: right out back; hears the key Principalpoop: boggled the great minds of science and made them soft EWeston: Is that real pork? Nabby: Sure is EW & Shoes shoes for the dead: electric and dangerous grandfatherGlock: guess what oui dew ||||||||| "9:47 PM? 9:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "hedgehog should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as hedgehog enters and sits at the bar. Ralph: Hemlock Stones? Nabby: A tin of red herrings.... ||||||||| "9:47 PM? 9:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace. shoes for the dead: red herrings in heavy oil Ralph: in dirty oil... DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST DJTween: Hey Cat EWeston: LO Cat Nabby: Hi Cat Ralph: heavy grandfatherGlock: vacuum toobs & flappers shoes for the dead: there he is! Beet: It's Cat! Principalpoop: hahahaha i am the electrician hahaha EWeston: Massive mahatma57: Ah, ha hah hah Hah! Elayne: Hey Cat! grandfatherGlock: are some won like him? Principalpoop: ca nah dah arriving, ding ding, ding ding EWeston: I love your organ honey Principalpoop: it is joe beets Nabby: What? Beet: And that's only the first side Nabby: this play just flies mahatma57: "I'll risk anybody's life for a hundred pounds .. of Dollars!" Principalpoop: what a blow to the windy city Ralph: the Acme all-night light and power company shoes for the dead: zizzing EWeston: Dissilusion strikes grandfatherGlock: weight 'til they go through the whole in the middle Elayne: I love how rapid-fire this album is. Principalpoop: quite jazzed shoes for the dead: pigiol beer Nabby: Indeed Elayne mahatma57: Wow ! Cat: Just got home Ralph: back to the Hotel Vermouth Principalpoop: pig lewis and his continental cocktails shoes for the dead: what do you think of American girls Beet: What do you think of American girls? shoes for the dead: Beatles? Elayne: And another Beatles reference, "what do you think of American girls?" Beet: great minds Elayne: Wow, all three sides of us at once! late: eat it! Cat: they really knock me out shoes for the dead: eat it Raw!!! Principalpoop: you bet uh_clem: eat it raw! mahatma57: Damn it and Fry it! EWeston: Should be beneath this Nabby: Raw raw raw! Ralph: to find the rat, go for the hole mahatma57: "Aw, Shaddup!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Big McLargehuge close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. DrDespicable: Anyone ever get to see The Guys live? grandfatherGlock: seven percent DrDespicable: I was lucky enough to catch them in San Francisco, '99 Elayne: "I understand it comes in bottles in this country..." That's two DJTween: Hi Big grandfatherGlock: oh,yes,Dr mahatma57: That's the scholl spirits we have here.. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln Beet: Coca Cola references Elayne: Dr D, I saw them in a few places, I think Town Hall was one of them Ralph: LOL shoes for the dead: horse corsettes EWeston: Blutworst get my gun and make it hot! DrDespicable: Hurrah! Principalpoop: What hump? grandfatherGlock: nice to see ewe operating ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| papaul - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| uhClem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Greybeard - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DrDespicable: Swell guys - I even copped an eyeball hat... EWeston: Eweston ve haff a problem grandfatherGlock: here's twenty dollars, go get me a map of the world and a good revolver shoes for the dead: flushed him out Principalpoop: anybody copped anything lately? mahatma57: Ha Ha Ha! Cat: 344 emails awaiting me Cat: 99% garbage grandfatherGlock: a miss is as good as a mile Principalpoop: away from the pc for 7 hours cat? Beet: the elusive eyeball hat EWeston: AC or DC? Cat: days, poop Nabby: De-lete. Principalpoop: goodness mahatma57: Gosh, you mean my dad's been hijacked by criminals? DJTween: Cat's been out wandering Cat: 2 or 3 may be important shoes for the dead: public sponge wharehouses Nabby: Out cattin' Cat: Vegas was actually colder than Vancouver st slade: How many entendres in the Mobius Dick joke? grandfatherGlock: r'member when it was 3 r 4 DJTween: One was me asking if you wanted to Skype tonight :) Cat: lol tween. ||||||||| Big McLargehuge walks away to The Aviary. Principalpoop: i forwarded an important note about a rich nigerian with a big penis Cat: lol poop Cat: lots of those in vegas Nabby: Please forward principal Principalpoop: lol ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dr_Cygnus_Paradox into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:59 PM, then departs. grandfatherGlock: smoke-easies will soon be obsolete - prohibition is destined 2 B curtailed soonly! shoes for the dead: sumatran kickdancing EWeston: Yes, oh prince of the violet dawn ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. late: golly ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Nabby: More sugar! Principalpoop: a 2 pound sampler grandfatherGlock: no anchovies? you've got the wrong man mahatma57: Just an Inginue I knew.. EWeston: Don't horn the ones with the cherry centers, you'll suffacate ||||||||| 10:01 PM -- Big McLargehuge enters.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Nabby: I like your organ and I love you. Awww. : ) Principalpoop: before pro inhibition grandfatherGlock: I'll bet she gave the guard a sleeve job Cat: did i miss anything in chat last week? Beet: Pro Inhibition shoes for the dead: fearful shuffles late: golly, too innuendo for me DrDespicable: "Big McLargehuge"? Clearly a kindred spirit! EWeston: Before it was an Olympic event Principalpoop: an italian suppository shoes for the dead: roller maidens, Cat ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." EWeston: Where they put dead ideas grandfatherGlock: I think he's got my script Nabby: Missed y'all and Roller Maidens too but it's fun 2 b here now Ralph: just like love... you throw it out the door, and it comes innuendo Nabby: Be Here Now Cat: anything happen in the world? my tv in vegas only wanted to show me local shit grandfatherGlock: bob ah rom doss shoes for the dead: twembling grandfatherGlock: webley Big McLargehuge: Things happened, be assured. Cat: ihad no idea vegas got that cold EWeston: Its Obama's fault still, so nothing new Elayne: Cat, my mom's been regaling me with stories of Vegas cold the last week or so. Ralph: Now, Master Tool of the Universe, expose yourself to us! Nabby: Electromagnetic personality DrDespicable: The world is my oyster - except in months with an "R" in them! shoes for the dead: ace to ask Cat: they expected snow last saturday. had the snow plows ready. turned out to be kind of a nice day afternall Cat: it got down to 22 degrees Nabby: Snow plows in Vegas.... Principalpoop: brrrrr Principalpoop: freeze your frozies Big McLargehuge: It got up to 16 today. Big McLargehuge: -14 or so last night. grandfatherGlock: when Lake Powell freezes over Cat: i should have brought gloves Principalpoop: nome mclargehuge EWeston: But its a dry cold right? Big McLargehuge: Twin Cities in MN Cat: lol Principalpoop: ahh minnesota Nabby: It's rubber. I like it. It's chewy. Elayne: "It's a nice nose.. it's rubber, I like it..." Principalpoop: your are used to cold, did you put on a jacket? Cat: except for all the people smoking, the air wasn't bad. i could actually breathe better than i can here EWeston: It'll rot your teeth grandfatherGlock: our toob D2? Cat: i brought my serious winter coat and tuque. really needed gloves though Nabby: Heehee Elayne Big McLargehuge: It doesn't even bother me, we shovel snow in t-shirts and shorts. Nabby: MN is my home state - it's all about snowmobile suits Principalpoop: miami stops if it drops below 50 grandfatherGlock: how does he make his voice do that? ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dr_Cygnus_Paradox - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Perryfunny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| hedgehog - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 10:10 PM downtown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Doug coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cat: i will NEVER go to vegas in december again EWeston: Osmosis Elayne: He's lost the chord but saved the day! Cat: the 2 times i was there in feb it was quite pleasent Doug: wings wind by blood! Nabby: A very sniffy play. Nabby: Spiffy. shoes for the dead: violince!!! grandfatherGlock: violins? Big McLargehuge: I like violins. EWeston: Buckles and black leather? Nabby: **applause** Principalpoop: vio linsssssssssssssss DrDespicable: Well, I'm off to drink beer and dance on Sunday... Elayne: Excellent. Thanks Kurt! Cat: a great album DrDespicable: Thanks, all! ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Beet: fabulous Principalpoop: have fun, do the frug Nabby: Thanks! Principalpoop: is that right? the froog grandfatherGlock: dwarf & bozos on vinyl w/ all 4 sigs - any offer? EWeston: 220 Whats accross the frontal lobes late: do it Cat: does anyone know if firesign radio ever updated its playlist rotation? Big McLargehuge: No idea. shoes for the dead: not yet, Cat, your show was the same grandfatherGlock: dunno, Cat Cat: bummer, shoes Ralph: Peter Bergman went to collage? Principalpoop: playing trombone to read things is normal tween DJTween: On the station, Cat? Cat: lol ralph Elayne: Robin says he actually did collage at college... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln late: i ordered my eobe, looking forward to the bonus material EWeston: Haven't been there for the last few days. Any new directions appear in Vegas? ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead plummets into the garden at 10:15 PM. Captain Equinox: Gotta go, see y'all next week, Gang! Ralph: at the Collage of Collage, no doubt ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS “Big Brother Is Washing”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Duke Of Madness Motors at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ' DJTween: wb Muddy Principalpoop: ciao captain Nabby: Night Cap'n Nabby: Hi Mud Captain Equinox: It's been SWILL!!! EWeston: Bu bye Capin Mudhead: ty tweeny, got some solid coffee? Beet: What are we drinking? Elayne: I think I need to go as well, the heat's just gone off so it's time for bed Elayne: Night all! Captain Equinox: Beetle Juice! Beet: C U E Principalpoop: keep warm ||||||||| At 10:16 PM, Big McLargehuge vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: Take care Elayne & be groovy grandfatherGlock: goo night shoes for the dead: be El mahatma57: Nytol.. EWeston: See yah E late: anyone want to go watch reebus jump into the hole? EWeston: Such a fine figger of a man Cat: by el Billy_Burke: go reebus go grandfatherGlock: reebus canniebis shoes for the dead: ya, I'll go for the breakfast, late EWeston: Live or die, he'll make a million! grandfatherGlock: and is no more insane than his millions of fans Ralph: Schopenhauer's 6th in E-flat Cat: ive lost use of new computer. have to use old one late: "Live or die, I'll make a million!" Nabby: Ralph, one of my favorites 2 B sure DJTween: What broke, Cat? late: whole world is insane, and should jump into the biggest gdamn hole... Cat: i hit wrong key and now it doesnt work DJTween: true, late ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Cat: hadnt been used for a week, maybe its angry at me EWeston: The Masonites of Sasquat Itch Wash grandfatherGlock: McCannit's burgh Mudhead: Ive got a half a key here cat grandfatherGlock: get your tutti fruity ice cream right here Nabby: How do they make their voices do that? EWeston: Burr Nation Cat: i could use it, mud Nabby: Kkkchhh shoes for the dead: did ya hit the f-stop Cat? grandfatherGlock: won daddy fifty-seven Mudhead: ahh, the old good daze when I smoked my drugs Cat: maybe nevada will legalize before my next trip downthere Beet: Eyelids are getting heavy. Gonna say g'nite for another week. Se you next time. Thanks Tween. Great job as usual. EWeston: Speaking as I am, to close to a sheet of aluminum Principalpoop: hip hop beet Nabby: Now I have to droke my smugs.... Mudhead: cya Beet DJTween: Later, Beet Nabby: Bye bye Beet EWeston: With dreams of irrigation dancing in his head shoes for the dead: by Beet Nabby: Delicious vittles ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" grandfatherGlock: isn't that the athletic department head? ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| DrDespicable - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Old one eye - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Of the Headless wing of the Mindless fellowship pavilion Denys: night all, glad I found this place grandfatherGlock: why no FB 'share' button on the cafe press page? Nabby: Take care Denys Principalpoop: denys, an eat inside sonic shoes for the dead: come back again, Den EWeston: Come back, or Bach, your choice shoes for the dead: my cat joined us ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" grandfatherGlock: never mind - sirens approaching, so I'm going underground nice to read you awl Principalpoop: punishment stops crime EWeston: Were you coming apart? Horry Goon Show joke Ralph: where have I heard this before Nabby: Hoary? EWeston: Metaphyisicly absurd man Principalpoop: g u r u Cat: i've lost the top of my page on the old computer. no lnoger can i get to bnookmarks or history which i need. now just a bunch of my yahoo shit which i dont want at all Ralph: now let's don't start that again! EWeston: Jim Horry, he dairyman Nabby: Here's some waxed sailcloth glock *plop* shoes for the dead: commie life mag Principalpoop: it still exists cat, reinstall your browser and it will go default display Cat: how do i do that, poop? Principalpoop: go to the browser site on the nite and download it Principalpoop: net shoes for the dead: Dept. Laird really dates this Nabby: It does ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: oops wait, you want the data on your new pc, my mistake, nevermind Principalpoop: ask doc how to bring your new pc back to life,, rare they really die that fast Cat: yes it reloaded in the same fucked up way DJTween: Melvin Laird, you bet Principalpoop: there is a way to do it, i forget how, ||||||||| At 10:35 PM, Jimbo vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Cat: i can only get to bookmarks by making the page smaller Cat: so there is an option shoes for the dead: "to eat" Principalpoop: reinstall it then Cat: ok i havnet eaten since this morning so i gotta go do that. see you all next week Mudhead: or be eaten Principalpoop: or keep rooting around about tool bar options Nabby: Memories.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnamization Principalpoop: good luck, sorry vegas was cold, ciao EWeston: Bye Cat shoes for the dead: by Cat Nabby: Be well & groovy Cat Mudhead: nite cat Rufus_T_Firetween: happy trails, Cat Principalpoop: rotary phones lol Nabby: Hello? Principalpoop: whos there? Rufus_T_Firetween: I hate using rotary phones, they always fall right over shoes for the dead: Hello?? EWeston: Rotate your tires Principalpoop: say 3 hail ringy dingys Nabby: I'm not sure. I'll have to czech. Nabby: Call you back. Mudhead: the wheels on the bus go round and round Ralph: I need a break ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from the yaws ||||||||| grandfatherGlock - dead from measles ||||||||| Denys - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Doug - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: my phone is tapped EWeston: Nigerian Prince on line 2 Mudhead: hello? Ralph: so long, the longer the better....... Principalpoop: my bank account is tapped Nabby: Can't wait. Please forward. Mudhead: I've WON! Ralph: thanks again EWeston: My phone is taped Mudhead: Heres my bank info... Principalpoop: my ankle is taped Ralph: it hoits! it hoits! Billy_Burke: malmborg in plano Mudhead: my Scotch is taped EWeston: I've nuclear grade duct tape the best Nabby: Tape this! Principalpoop: there is little kitty duct tape now, the end is near EWeston: Insert "found" in a random location Ralph: you gotta start early if you're gonna stick it out EWeston: I don't wish to know this! ||||||||| Norbit tiptoes in around 10:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: don't, you'll poke your eye out st slade: Duck! Tape! Nabby: EW lol DJTween: Hi Norbit Ralph: wait til your father comes home! Mudhead: Duct...Goose! shoes for the dead: bees and spiders DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST EWeston: Some one gimme a hand with this beam ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" Principalpoop: bend a couple in the doodah room shoes for the dead: Jim beam? Norbit: Hello Principalpoop: hello? Norbit: I must be going Nabby: Echo EWeston: Plasma beam, I think. Shall I ask? Principalpoop: you got water and things coming out of them Nabby: Lasma is where it's at. EWeston: Srhordinger's cat begs to differ shoes for the dead: this bit is good late: really touching story... Nabby: I'm tearing up Nabby: The place ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:49 PM and late as usual, it's retiberit, just back from Houston." Principalpoop: a paradise EWeston: Mind the drapes! shoes for the dead: some of these were found stories DJTween: Hi retiberit DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Nabby: Interesting shoes, Shoes retiberit: That's 7:45 pm central and screw the rest of the time zones EWeston: No time zone is entirely free retiberit: Time has never been free DJTween: Texas really should have its own time zone, don't you think? shoes for the dead: but we are all screwed Nabby: I love it when you talk dirty.... late: damn DJTween: Texas Twilight Zone retiberit: screw pork hog hung hump shake doddy shoes for the dead: Duke Principalpoop: annals of sex and seniors EWeston: Loam, gravel, talus, sand bank Principalpoop: as I Nabby: And how Principalpoop: walk through this world shoes for the dead: Earl Principalpoop: oh oh eh eh DJTween: Texas Twilight Time Zone, that's it retiberit: then there were the Prunes Principalpoop: baby Mudhead: night all ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Principalpoop: ah ah ah the duke Nabby: Night Mud late: more distortion please, i want to bleed ||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 10:54 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." retiberit: night mudhead Principalpoop: shit, you broke my hearing aid ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cat - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: night mud Nabby: It's just fuzzinated late: solid, jackson ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" EWeston: G'nite Duke, Earl...others shoes for the dead: expert on drug abuse Principalpoop: oh wow man retiberit: later EW shoes for the dead: Bye EW Principalpoop: ok for you ew ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Nabby: Oh gosh I gotta go. Tanx DJT. See y'all. retiberit: more an expert of a drug exercise retiberit: later Nabby ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!" Principalpoop: picture telephones, never caught on shoes for the dead: bye Nab shoes for the dead: 2-way wrist tv Merlyn: lator ||||||||| At 10:59 PM, Merlyn scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Principalpoop: night M retiberit: dick tracy to joe jitsu ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Ralph: cheerio til nex time Principalpoop: ok ralph, the plot thins retiberit: ciao ralph DJTween: Sorry dick, joe only speaks Portugese late: oh gosh shoes for the dead: tha ks Tween!! Bye all shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!! Principalpoop: glaxo vaccines eh Principalpoop: buy shoes DJTween: or maybe Peorgieguese
DJTween makes an allusion to Brazilian ju-jitsu which no one got lol Principalpoop: you got a brazilian trim? DJTween: I'll never tell her name Principalpoop: too late, jitsu, a jewish girl DJTween: Sergio Menendes introduced me Principalpoop: is that the older menendes brother? DJTween: much older ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Fudd - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Ralph - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Norbit - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: oh yeah? Principalpoop: loool Principalpoop: thank you tween Principalpoop: you say? Principalpoop: well you know DJTween: Thanks for listening everyone :) late: first ones up against the wall when the revolution comes late: thanks man, later Principalpoop: up against the wall, haven't heard that for years Principalpoop: ok late, take it easy retiberit: Missed it live will the Revolution be able in VHs? DJTween: and beta retiberit: uhmmmmm Beta Principalpoop: check your fax machine retiberit: Lowers my uniform and bends backwards.. fax what? DJTween: Grace Slick has actually become quite popular on Facebook DJTween: Until last time, again... Principalpoop: crank your mimeo Principalpoop: fever retiberit: Was just thinking about her daugher China do that make me pedo? ||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:14 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| At 11:14 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:15 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door retiberit: sneaks out by lower in my voice and cuing the orgamism st slade: I enjoyed the audio very much tonight, I may be more chatty next week. ||||||||| At 11:20 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, uh_clem!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| retiberit - dead from the yaws ||||||||| late - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| st slade - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| "1:27 AM? 1:27 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits on the couch. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh No! I missed my own show! Well, Dear Freuds... there is always next week. Flit me my fiddle, Flotsam! ||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
A W Smith
Beet
Big McLargehuge
Billy_Burke
Captain Equinox
Cat
Denys
DJTween
Doug
DrDespicable
Elayne
EWeston
Fudd
grandfatherGlock
Greybeard
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Jimbo
late
mahatma57
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Norbit
Old one eye
papaul
Principalpoop
Ralph
retiberit
rococo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
st slade uh_clem
