Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
09/11/2014

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||||||||| 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 September 11, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 RedPillTweeny falls out at 5:56 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 6:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies جود into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 11:41 AM, then departs.
جود: هاي
جود: الى
جود: هاي
جود: الو
||||||||| جود leaves at 11:45 AM, 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..."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:41 PM and MDESTINY waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 7:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MDESTINY - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| DJTweeny sashays in at 8:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **'
||||||||| 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 Lil falls out at 8:27 PM.
Lil: Ow
Lil: "Ello folks
Lil: Folk that is lol
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:30 PM, dragging Rufus_T_Firetween by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET - you can join the streams now (NO AUDIO YET - just a chance for everybody to get connected) 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) **'
Lil: Hi Tweeny
DJTweeny: Fight Clowns this evening
DJTweeny: some people may think it in bad taste, but on this 9/11 I'm in an anti-war mood
Lil: No prob here
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Gullerud', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
DJTweeny: Hi Gullerud
DJTweeny: first time here?
Lil: Somebody just cleared their throat LOL
DJTweeny: hehe
Lil: Is that your cuckoo Tweeny?
DJTweeny: dunno, people say I'm pretty cuckoo
Lil: I wouldn't doubt it lol
DJTweeny: ;)
DJTweeny: audio in one minute
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - JACKSON BROWNE - 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) **'
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski steps in at 8:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
Betty Jo Bialowski: O Nicky, you're such a tool.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ironyengine into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi irony
ironyengine: Howdy everybody
||||||||| Outside, the 8:48 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving lily coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Lil: Hey Lily
lily: Betty Jo Bialowski DJTweeny Gullerud ironyengine Lil zHello and thanks DJT for beeing zzzzz
Betty Jo Bialowski: Catherwood, Don't you want this door knocker?
||||||||| Catherwood brings this door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
ironyengine: 'allo Lily, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside ironyengine and inquires "Did you want something?"
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:50 PM and whataworld sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
lily: catherwood wood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside lily and says "My ears are burning..."
DJTweeny: Hi whataworld
Dexter Fong: Hiya tweeny..Audio locked and loaded
lily: Im melting
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:51 PM, dragging Jimmy L by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
whataworld: howdy
||||||||| "8:51 PM? 8:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dang should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dang enters and sits on the couch.
Jimmy L: my brother but he's in the hole
DJTweeny: Hi Limmy, Dang
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Cat in through the front door at 8:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Jeeze commerxcials already
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Slugs close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Jimmy L: I could smell the Swedish meatballs.
lily: lingenberries
DJTweeny: Catherwood, are you cooking again?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside DJTweeny and says "oh, fuck off DJTweeny!"
DJTweeny: how rude...
||||||||| "8:54 PM? 8:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "MacCat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as MacCat enters and sits at the bar.
lily: lol
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Gullerud - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:55 PM crosstown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says Jimmy L, and leaves.
Cat: Both of us are here now
squeeze_the_wheeze: Hello friends
Mr. Bark Bark: Hello DEAR friends...
squeeze_the_wheeze: woo-hoo let the party begin
DJTweeny: Hi Bark
squeeze_the_wheeze )
Slugs: sorry, was upstairs helping Porcelien make the bed
DJTweeny: Hi EW, squeeze
Mr. Bark Bark: Hello Dere!
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
Mr. Bark Bark: He's so good with the servants, Fred.
||||||||| "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!"
EWeston: There we go, choke...
EWeston: Just a little trouble with the send button
Dexter Fong: *NO* commercials before 9pm
lily: sputter
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Fudd into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:57 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi Fudd
Fudd: oh I've fallen over again
Fudd: [getting up ] hello one and all
Mr. Bark Bark: Fudd's Law.
Slugs: MORE SUGAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EWeston: You sputter so well Liliy, hey Dex, Tweeny and the expectorant crowd
Fudd: Yes it's a my life Mr. Bark Bark
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies La into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts pinholeF200 in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: oh la la
Mr. Bark Bark: I'm half Phlegmish!
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 11, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole, La
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “FIGHTING CLOWNS” - 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 PURCHASE THIS ALBUM AT >> http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#FICLOWPFTFTJ **'
||||||||| shoes for the dead steals in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: I'm half baked
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'melanie haber ', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
shoes for the dead: Howdy
EWeston: Lo da Shoes
lily: stick a fork in him
pinholeF200: Good morning, good afternoon, good evening....
shoes for the dead: gak oe ked?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Chugg close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
DJTweeny: ** These cuts are from the ALL THINGS FIRESIGN album
DJTweeny: Hello Ms. Haber
DJTweeny: Hi Chugg
EWeston: That's easy for you to say
||||||||| At 9:01 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, La!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
Lil: Quick shoes is choking
shoes for the dead: hey tween
Chugg: Evening. Are those Swedish Meatballs I smell
Lil: Catherwood give him the Heimlich
||||||||| Catherwood gives him the heimlich.
Chugg: Cachew
EWeston: I know how to do the internet Hemlict manuver...KREEEGAHHH!!!
lily: ball projectile
Dexter Fong: Catherwood give Himmler the hindlick
||||||||| Catherwood gets himmler the hindlick.
Lil: Not bad EW
shoes for the dead: that rebooted my puter
Cat: what is this, tween?
EWeston: Not good neither, he won't talk
DJTweeny: I said
Chugg: Gotta see if I can find someone.
shoes for the dead: cookies all over the floor tho
EWeston: Show off
Rufus_T_Firetween: DJTweeny: ** These cuts are from the ALL THINGS FIRESIGN album
||||||||| Chugg walks away to The Kennels.
Cat: ah yes
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
shoes for the dead: moolah Omar
Cat: sounded familiar. i have this cd but for some reason didnt remember it
Cat: right after the satelite shows and quite similar
||||||||| Catherwood ushers NancyKat into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: great compilation of skits they did for NPR :)
DJTweeny: Hi Nancy
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Beet', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:05 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
EWeston: Nan cee
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Beet: Hello evryone. Good Thursday evening
Mr. Bark Bark: I'm here to see Nan-- Betty Jo Bioloski...
EWeston: We got Beets
shoes for the dead: NK!
Chugg: He's here, boys. Surround it.
NancyKat: Heylas Tweeny!
Beet: Add sour cream for borsht
Cat: Now we can make borscht
Cat: we need some dill too
EWeston: French fried beets, is the world ready?
NancyKat: mmm Borscht...
Beet: waiting for hundreds of years
Lil: There's a fly in my borscht
shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that?
Cat: i had borsct with raspberries back in Saskatchewan
NancyKat: See this grape/
lily: shh everyone will want one
EWeston: A soup handed down from generation to generation. A Family heirloom
Cat: My Ukranian grandma used to make it lots of vegies. I just stick with beets
shoes for the dead: i betcha soke leaks out
lily: the thousand year old beet
shoes for the dead: some
EWeston: Been staining my families clothes for hundreds of years
||||||||| 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."
Beet: This is a good one
EWeston: Akmed!!
NancyKat: I bid you no further adieu...
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fudd - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Jimmy L - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
NancyKat: Shoes-leeeks...
EWeston: Don't know how to bluff um?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
Cat: coming and going, just like everything
pinholeF200: Fudd & Jimmy L both cured of cancer
Beet: How I would have loved to see these guys work live.
EWeston: Yah you just had to put the balls on ther other side
shoes for the dead: use rubbers
NancyKat: NO! Not my digital watch!....
EWeston: Whole body or shorties
DJTweeny: lol Nancy
Slugs: shorts and quarts
NancyKat: Shirkers of the world unite...tomoorw...
EWeston: A tubs of slaw
NancyKat: Slugs-Or tubs of slaw...?
Slugs: gimmee two!
shoes for the dead: what did you order?
pinholeF200: Sorry only one tub of slaw per order
EWeston: We're going fusion cuzine tonight, Barf bags extra
NancyKat: Not available in sectors r or f...wait...wrong ablum...alum...
Slugs: they never come up here in the hills
shoes for the dead: aluminium
lily: hot diggity dog
EWeston: Stay off the mescaline
pinholeF200: magnausium
Beet: A world full of Shirkers - utopia
NancyKat: Alumius syllybi...
lily: iron
NancyKat: Admagnausium...
Lil: A mighty hot dog is our lord
EWeston: rich too
lily: lol lil
NancyKat: Lil-MOAR SUGAR!
Beet: Hot Dog!
EWeston: Adiamontimagnutuim
pinholeF200: hot damn! hot cheese sandwich!
Lil: Sing out NK
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
EWeston: Not in my country club
Slugs: a gal like Violet Dudley
NancyKat: I shall testify, Lil...
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Veronica Lakeshore perfessionally
shoes for the dead: ya gotta be sworn firsr Nancy
Lil: Say it NK!
lily: Heddy LeMar
pinholeF200: That's Hedley
Beet: A drunk Sinatra
EWeston: That's Headley!!
Lil: That's Hedley
NancyKat: Shoes-I swear ALL the time...
shoes for the dead: that's reduddant
Dang: I got FIGHTING CLOWNS on CD in my junior year of college. I was fortunate that one of my roommates bought one of those new-fangled CD players. We had maybe a half dozen CDs, but FIGHTING CLOWNS was one of them. I think this would have been in 1985 or 1986.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
lily: hed head headt wa
Lil: LOL the gEEK CHORUS
EWeston: Now do that voodoo you do so well
pinholeF200: I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists.
Cat: what are all these Monkeys doing here?
EWeston: Somebody get a shit load of dimes!
NancyKat: *Calls upon Baron Samedi* Pinhole...lol....
pinholeF200: That
Lil: lol EW
EWeston: Not the Methodists
pinholeF200: That's nucular war!
DJTweeny thinks Pinhole may have seen one of my favorite Mel Brooks movies ;)
lily: cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, i'll take these
lily: six fingers
NancyKat: I USED to be a methodist...
pinholeF200: I'm a recovering Baptist
EWeston: A scene of racial equity was disrupted when some one green showed up
lily: I am a pedistrian
shoes for the dead: i have disused seveeral methods
Cat: i wonder if this is original music?
EWeston: I'm to finicky for pedistians
Beet: A lot of work to write that charts for all of this music.
shoes for the dead: it's a familiar beat, Cat
Cat: i thought so, shoes
Betty Jo Bialowski: Solomon & Solomon
EWeston: The stars are looking back
Beet: Fur Shur
Beet: Whatever
lily: betty six shines on
EWeston: Ever seen a star with an acid stomach?
shoes for the dead: where's Pam?
NancyKat: We got Me, Betty Jo, now all we need is a Susan...
shoes for the dead: fer sure
lily: here
NancyKat: it's coming up...
DJTweeny loves Hey Reagan
whataworld: love the harmonies
DJTweeny: FST doo-wop lol
EWeston: Totally
Cat: the lads love to sing
||||||||| 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!"
Betty Jo Bialowski: fer sure
Lil: Awwww it's Paisley
shoes for the dead: never too late to lose again
NancyKat: Tweeny-regan is a beauty school drop out....
DJTweeny: Proc was in the Yale Choir
lily: thats not right repeat it
NancyKat: Lil-G U R U...
EWeston: Your paisley shall rise angain!
shoes for the dead: cd says original tunes, Cat
NancyKat: EW-Praise the Giant Rat!
Betty Jo Bialowski: Haven't they built that bridge yet?
EWeston: I'm not at all happy with the flash card section
Lil: We threw i-ching out the window!
shoes for the dead: Phil and friends are the band
NancyKat: Lil-We are now unanimous!
EWeston: Soo, it was you hiding in the Rat's eye
Cat: this is an old song i vaguely remember, maybe late 50s?
Betty Jo Bialowski: Nancy had her hand up Ronnie
NancyKat: EW-grubs...
Lil: Fer sure we are
Slugs: My Honorary Aquarium Parents would be so proud right now
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:28 PM and late as usual, it's ''Bob'', just back from Weymouth."
DJTweeny: Yes, Phil A is a really good musician
NancyKat: EW-it was me all the time!
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
EWeston: Ahh...grubs again grumble grumble
Cat: indeed, tween
pinholeF200: rhubarb
NancyKat: My Daughter is asleep on me..........
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
shoes for the dead: they killed my goat
Lil: Hey Bob-a ree-Bob
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: as admirably on display in roller maidens
''Bob'': Hey, there! Can you believe *some* people want to have dinner at 9 pm instead of listening to the FT? Priorities, people...
Betty Jo Bialowski: Here they come again
Beet: As close to having a female President without her actually being sworn in.
EWeston: Oughta get some new drapes in that eye
NancyKat: Bob-i had mine at 6;30...
DJTweeny: Yes Cat, Roller Maidens has excellent tunes
Cat: Mrs Wilson
lily: I found it in your chest hair
EWeston: I wonder if Phil thinking of any music today
Cat: drunk history had a show about first ladies last week. woodrow was literally a puppet
Dexter Fong: Sit on it!!
||||||||| InTheWood steps in at 9:30 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: I give you the goose. You give me the bird
DJTweeny: Hi Wood
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
lily: it had a life of its own
||||||||| Chugg has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:30 PM.
Cat: do musicians ever stop being musicians?
EWeston: That's fair trade!
Lil: Ahh remember Goody Gooseturd?
EWeston: No you've reached the limits of my goose knowledge there
InTheWood: Yes! Hello. I've been swimming through Let's Eat!
Cat: Didn't she go to Morse Science?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Chugg: oops I just died again. I gotta stop that.
Lil: From Eat or Be Eaten EW
Beet: Send me the Bill please
EWeston: Regeneration has its quirks
Cat: the movie, Lil
shoes for the dead: whats good for the gooseturd is good for the gandturd
Cat: Not the CD
Beet: Mean organ
InTheWood: Is this a hair? In the hot tub?
Chugg: and I'm floating and floating
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
InTheWood: Marin? Move over!
Lil: Yep Cat
shoes for the dead: B2 is a mean organ
whataworld: what a world...
NancyKat: EW-like having 2 hearts and blue kidneys?
pinholeF200: Where's the 60-voice St. Louis Aquarium Choir?
EWeston: It's a life style, what yah goona du?
Lil: They drowned
Chugg: He's got a big heart and a bigger liver.
DJTweeny: That would be B3 Hammond, shoes
EWeston: Mugging the Norman Chubbynuckle chior
DJTweeny: "we are sausages with eyes!"
InTheWood: Sausages with eyes!
DJTweeny: lol
NancyKat: Sausage Hostages?
||||||||| 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!"
Chugg: the ego remains in tact
shoes for the dead: there's that precision typing again.......
DJTweeny: be tactful, Chugg
EWeston: I hope the green bits are parsley
||||||||| "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!"
whataworld: violent
lily: spuds go to
Chugg: yes thanks. I get diverted
InTheWood: Nice solo.
shoes for the dead: rip it up Phil!
DJTweeny wonders if the We Are Sausages With Eyes bit wasn't a reference to Devo's "Are We Not Men?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:37 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
EWeston: Chunky, extra
Elayne: Evenin' all!
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Cat: Hi El
Elayne: Not seeing the screen very well tonight so I'm not sure how long I'll be here. V V tired.
lily: hi e
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
shoes for the dead: hey El
InTheWood: No doubt Elayne!
EWeston: Yer Elaynhood, whatcher?
NancyKat: Hi, E!
''Bob'': This song always reminds me of "Earache My Eye"...
InTheWood: To stay awake!
''Bob'': Or ice versa.
Chugg: Shout out to crazy friends...ahhhhhh
Elayne: Oh, this link is just for Cat: http://thecliffordmethod.blogspot.com/2014/09/robin-riggs-to-ink-dave-cockrums.html
EWeston: We need more crazy friends
Elayne: Since you always ask what Robin is up to. :)
shoes for the dead: We love Agent Orange
Cat: Wow. Great news, El.
Chugg: They live all around me and we have a cupala
EWeston: Baby's born with asbestoes pants and flourocarbon teeth
lily: fill it to the top
Elayne: It's the only thing on his drawing board, but it's pretty prestigious, and it comes at a good time, with NY Comic Con a month away.
Chugg: Victorian Captains Nest
Beet: Agent Orange - another proud Monsanto product
EWeston: We have a flying squid infestation
Cat: Good timing.
Beet: Hello NSA guy.
Cat: Is there really a Pam Jergenson?
Betty Jo Bialowski: Awww, man.
shoes for the dead: fer shur
EWeston: Sure, they're cute, but...
pinholeF200: Didja all hear NSA insists on backdoors on the Internet?
Chugg: throw up a hand full of flower
Beet: I like this one
||||||||| 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."
lily: glitter dance time
NancyKat: EW-Illithids
NancyKat: lily-I lost my glowsticks!
EWeston: I can't say that. till the drugs kick in
Betty Jo Bialowski: I think we ARE all bozos on this bus
lily: Kat they lost their umph
EWeston: Thanks NSA guy!
Chugg: my sticks are long life to last one solar cycle
NancyKat: Sounds like shredding on a ukelele......
NancyKat: Chugg---ooohhhhh...
pinholeF200: I thought you shredded on a mandolin
EWeston: One of the Bonzo's did a solo on the electric shirt collar
DJTweeny: ** and now for an album bonus track - Jimmy Carter
Betty Jo Bialowski: We thought all we had to do was elect O'Bomba 'n everything would be OK.
DJTweeny: heheheh
Cat: Isn't Skumk Baxter on this?
DJTweeny: Obama has put Bush's policies on steroids
Dexter Fong: BJB: It's never that simple
DJTweeny: Yeah, I think he was in the band, Cat
shoes for the dead: a brother named Bil
DJTweeny: probably in the liner notes
Beet: O'Bomba. lol
DJTweeny: about the size of it, Beet
EWeston: An interesting take on us and war. Ian Morris's War What is it Good For
Cat: Some serious picking on that last tune
InTheWood: A Nobel Prize, yet he's to the right of Eisenhower.
Chugg: I got a case of Billy Beer.
Beet: Let's run Amy
EWeston: If he was much to the left the House would have impeached him long agoo
shoes for the dead: does it itch?
DJTweeny: would be better than Hillary
squeeze_the_wheeze: i did too. but penicillian helped
NancyKat: Stevie Nicks for pres....
Chugg: I will rise as the phoenix
EWeston: Barney Frank for Sec State
shoes for the dead: or did ya mean beer belly?
Beet: Purchased Radio Now a few days ago. Very proud.
lily: get theses mutts away from me
shoes for the dead: good one Beet
NancyKat: I balle hets...
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EWeston: Who had the mutt cuffs?
Chugg: No six pack abs here. More like a double kegger.
lily: beer barrel poke her
Chugg: oompa mama
EWeston: In this suit?
shoes for the dead: how can ya have a patent on absurdity?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “ALL WE HAVE TO FEAR IS ME”- 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 PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ ** '
EWeston: You can have a patient with absudia
lily: I see what you did there
EWeston: The xray specs are working good then
Chugg: i got twinkle toes.
shoes for the dead: bow your hats
Beet: I have heard this a hundred times and it still makes me laugh
DJTweeny: This makes one skit from the Dear Friends album
shoes for the dead: only a hunnert times?
DJTweeny: Firesign is timeless :)
EWeston: Sing along
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Cat: now i don't know what to do with all my cassettes of those shows.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Slugs - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: a suitable religious opening
Elayne: Sorry, fading fast. i'll get more sleep next week, i promise...
||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:55 PM train to East Northport.
Cat: by el
NancyKat: Sleep well, E!
EWeston: She no fun...
Beet: Nite, E
NancyKat: candle catalog...
shoes for the dead: off the air, Cat?
Dexter Fong: Ct: Do your have the music that was deleted forDOMM?
lily: bye elayne
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Pesky candle salesmen
Dexter Fong: Night E
Chugg: I was exploring chats and they could all make a good Western.
EWeston: Piled up against the widow, smashed
lily: clandestine candleabra
NancyKat: Chugg?
pinholeF200: do the candles have the Acme Whip Wick?
Chugg: or northern, southern or eastern.
Cat: i got a bunch of them from elayne. i taped 6 of the hour hours from the radio in la when they were broadcast.
EWeston: Support underwear for candles, we've come so far.
NancyKat: Partylite.
Betty Jo Bialowski: How Deep Is Our Valley, Gentlemen?
Chugg: hey Nancy.
Beet: keep those cards and litters coming
lily: westward hos
EWeston: Deep, who knows. Who derp is it?
shoes for the dead: nixon's water music
NancyKat: derpalicious...
Betty Jo Bialowski: How will we know when it's over? Over there?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Although I know why the music wasn't left in in the DOMM release, I think the music meant a lot to the radio shows
EWeston: Derp me moma 13 to the bar
Cat: oh. good point dex
Chugg: I love Rich Little. There, I said it.
Betty Jo Bialowski: When Cheney says it's over
pinholeF200: It'll never be over, they're taking it on the road....
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Beet: Who can forget old Aunt Twerp
InTheWood: Honk honk!
EWeston: Get that harp away from him
shoes for the dead: will a warmonger ever stop being a warmonger?
Betty Jo Bialowski: It's true, apparently, it WILL never be over
Beet: I had a beard while Zumwalt was in
EWeston: We got a hundred years of interferrence in the ME. Its not quickly solvable
Cat: no matter hoover hated them, considered them a national threat
pinholeF200: who's on first?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: The Develish Penguins
pinholeF200: oh, that's Hu
Chugg: The mission is clear. Assume Plan B.
lily: greed feeds
shoes for the dead: they don't shoot very straught.......
InTheWood: Right on, right on!
EWeston: Asume B exists
shoes for the dead: plan B see plan A
lily: best laid plans
Chugg: First roll of toilet paper inventer deserves a posthumous Nobel.
Betty Jo Bialowski: Praise The Hoove!
NancyKat: Chugg-I think it was in1880...
DJTweeny: ** That's 2 Dear Friends skits
shoes for the dead: where where?
NancyKat: there there...
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Plan A bow to authority
lily: bee day
Beet: A Cross Address from the Hoove
pinholeF200: they drink, I don't
Chugg: and all manners of throughout
DJTweeny: Cat, I can see why Hoover wasn't particularly fond of Firesign lol
EWeston: The fountain, its listenning
Chugg: think about it. one item in your every day taking for granted.
Beet: Do the agents still have to be lawyers
lily: the fireflies are bugged
EWeston: It has a shell like ear
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (10:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bunnyboy: Hilo!
||||||||| 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 Ameriúcho falls out at 10:07 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
NancyKat: Hi BB...
shoes for the dead: get back
Cat: Hi Bunny
Beet: Yo Bunny
EWeston: Bunny I'm shocked, shocked I tell you
Bunnyboy: I ain't been gamblin', Ma.
DJTweeny: Hi Bunny, Ameriucho
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Beet: Billy Preston on keyboards
shoes for the dead: on the roof
DJTweeny: That's right, Beet
EWeston: No the cat is playing electition, and handed me two wires.
Bunnyboy: Well, you're grounded!
Bunnyboy: Ohmmmmmm....
lily: who needs the paddles
||||||||| 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: Usually he checks continuity by spitting on them
shoes for the dead: whatt?
Bunnyboy: Wattsreal?
pinholeF200: It's after 10, wire you insulate?
NancyKat: What does any of it mean?
Beet: Heavy
lily: keep your hand in your pocket
EWeston: The ever exapnding universe
Chugg: equal rates of absorb and seep
Betty Jo Bialowski: Lost in a fog of his own making
Beet: play pocket billiards
Chugg: fog and fugue
EWeston: I'm having trouble bonding ions tonight
lily: wheres the elephant
InTheWood: Right on right on!
InTheWood: Yes Mistress!
Beet: I had some fraternity brothers who were prison guards
shoes for the dead: have a more positive attitude, EW
lily: snapp
Cat: your fraternity needed to be guarded?
Chugg: I darn my socks. There, I said it.
Beet: Just the prisoners
EWeston: It's those darned sodium ions, they refuse to knit
lily: collage of theieves lol
InTheWood: Right then!
Cat: Darn Yankees.
shoes for the dead: glass needls
||||||||| InTheWood rushes off, saying "10:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
lily: left
Chugg: tough weave for my nimble fingers
DJTweeny: ** This makes 3 Dear Friends skits
EWeston: 90 degrees to reality
Beet: They starved
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Nabby', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Nabby: Well better nate than lever
Beet: Hi Nab
shoes for the dead: up to 1/2!
Lil: It's nice to hear them in full instead of edited for the album
EWeston: They couldn't find their mouth's
||||||||| "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!"
Chugg: yes, right, go left right here.
lily: canny bulls
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Nabby: Hi beet & folks
Nabby: shoes!
EWeston: Nabbster
NancyKat: Nabby!
Nabby: EW hey
Lil: oy Nabby
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
pinholeF200: Jubilee!!!!
Nabby: Hi Lil oy
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
||||||||| 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!"
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shoes for the dead: just in time for the Jubilee
Nabby: Tween yo
Cat: Nabbed
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Cat
lily: Beet Betty Jo Bialowski Cat Chugg DJTweeny EWeston Lil lily Nabby NancyKat shoes for the dead thanks and niite nite nite DJTWEEN once again perfection
Beet: You mean we might have idiots for Presidents. Shocking
Chugg: The theory is there! Stop that.
NancyKat: nite lily.
Nabby: Waz real lily and NancyK pin
pinholeF200: Nite Lily
Nabby: lily nite nite
EWeston: Bye Lily have as much fun as you can. Then run away
Cat: By Lily
lily: chow mien
Beet: see you next time Lily
Nabby: moo goo goo goo!
Lil: Same to you Lily
NancyKat: moogoogaipan...
Beet: I heard it through the grapevine
Chugg: Someone say leftovers
shoes for the dead: by lily
EWeston: Leftunders, oops
Chugg: cold pizza it is
Nabby: Catherwood say leftovers
||||||||| Catherwood says "leftovers"
EWeston: I've sat in it!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
pinholeF200: leftovers for lefthanders on Lufthansa
NancyKat: peeeeetzaaaahhhhh
Beet: Solo Range er
Cat: you aint got no friends on your luft
Nabby: who wrote dat?
Bunnyboy: There's the pumice hamburgers, Cat!
EWeston: You ain't got no fiens on the right, is that right?
shoes for the dead: william tell overture?
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Nabby: That's left
NancyKat: ew or on de lef...
Chugg: The dollar plus store has some good deals on bugles
Nabby: What did he tell overture?
EWeston: Bugles, ummmmm
Beet: I want to salivate
Nabby: Buggles?
EWeston: Salivary revolt?
Chugg: To the drooling point.
Bunnyboy: Cardinal Biggles?
shoes for the dead: two buggles for a buck
NancyKat: BB-he's not gay...
EWeston: Great for the Lurgie
Beet: Warm up the set? What does that mean?
Chugg: Never buy there flashlights
DJTweeny: 3 cuts from Dear Friends so far
Beet: Emer was good in that one
EWeston: TV we not instant devices way back when, and where
shoes for the dead: some were coal-fired, Beet
Nabby is watching Hyperspace Stories.
EWeston: Had to get the steam turbine turning over
Cat: what's that, nab?
pinholeF200: stories of everyday people as told by rich Hollywood stars
Chugg: just sit on the beach and enjoy alone to stars
NancyKat: Hyperspace bypasses
Nabby: Channel 85: After towing a battle-scarred spaceship to a remote space station, a thrill-seeking duelist with a holographic companion must resist the promise of riches.
shoes for the dead: got one in the basement, it leaks
Nabby: Very x-citin'
Nabby: lol right NancyK
EWeston: I have a picture named that
Chugg: point dissemble point reassemble point
NancyKat: Nabby-No, a left!...
Beet: Topper. Not a ghost of an idea
Nabby ducks.
EWeston: Spacewarps are fun to draw. How can you do it wrong?
Lil: I'm falling out...
NancyKat: EW-Mobius reality?
Chugg: ever get sucked into one
shoes for the dead: robot delinquent
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ameriúcho - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| lily - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: Off to get my zzzzz s
Nabby: Wormhole!
Beet: complicated plot
EWeston: Keep your exotic matter manipulators always at hand
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: hey take care Lil
Cat: By Lil
Chugg: you are your vehicle
EWeston: See yez Lil
Lil: Night all thanks for anything
shoes for the dead: by Lil
Nabby: and then some Lil
Beet: Broderick Crawford
Lil: U 2 gang allB well
NancyKat: liiilll...
Lil -)
pinholeF200: Seeya Lil
EWeston: I take no responsibility, expect for Tuesdays
Beet: I can see the jowels jiggling now
Nabby: Bill Ding
Bunnyboy: Seeds for IN THE NEXT WORLD...
Nabby: Lil Ding?
Cat: good point, bun
Chugg: I have repressed myself
EWeston: He usually plays a sailor
Lil: Play me off to the Lone Ranger
Beet: stirring rendition
EWeston: Unfold yourself, and get a nice tan
shoes for the dead: are you flat now, Chugg?
Nabby: Can I lick the spoon
Betty Jo Bialowski: The Americans Are Coming! AGAIN!
NancyKat: i burn...
Bunnyboy: "Random? Who is One-Dolly-Nineteen, Random???"
Beet: Is that Desi?
Chugg: I love my piano more than my wife. Hey, I'm not married. Whose wife is that.
Bunnyboy: Arnaz it is.
Nabby: Desi Lu?
shoes for the dead: yuppers, babaloo
EWeston: You keep Peachfuzz 25 out of my hair and off the air
Chugg: i'm home
Nabby: Hullababaloo
Bunnyboy: Desi had an energetic performance, complete with conga line, on SNL 1st season.
Chugg: Gotta lovr Fred. There, I said it.
Beet: tighten his shoes
NancyKat: 01011110001011110101010101110
shoes for the dead: 0111110000101100?
Nabby: 3.14159265359?
Chugg: 93
Betty Jo Bialowski: Bradshaw! I never thought I'd be glad to see YOUR ugly mug.
EWeston: *80P
NancyKat: Nabby-exponentially...
Nabby does the twist.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Lonesome Beetnik into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:31 PM, then departs.
Beet: Sad
Chugg: umpteenth power
NancyKat: kryten...
DJTweeny: Hi Beetnick
EWeston: Does the Funky Chicken
Nabby: Nik
Lonesome Beetnik: howdy
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Chugg: singularity
NancyKat: tomahatchet...
shoes for the dead: the Mobius Twist
Nabby: I've got some funky chicken in the fridge.
NancyKat: jamaican jerk chicken salad...
Nabby: Bow Bow Bow
Chugg: from that the rich diversity here
Beet: is it funky enough to chuck out?
EWeston: Giff heem a nice kold shower
shoes for the dead: hey Beetnik
pinholeF200: nixon watched deep throat until he got it down pat
Beet: You mean me, shoes? hi
Nabby: Tricky Dique
Chugg: I smell tuna on an elevator
EWeston: He saw I am curious yellow, but remand3d curious
Nabby: It's. Not. Tuna.
shoes for the dead: the lonesome one
Nabby: slurp
EWeston: Is it fisk yet
pinholeF200: was the elevator going down?
Beet: roll a bomber
Chugg: i was afraid of that but in denial
Nabby: is it lutefisk yet
Nabby: Ever see a fish play a lute
EWeston: Dip a mouse in the mix, its the only way t be sure.
NancyKat: Nabby-No it's a lye!@
Chugg: casting out to the cosmos
Nabby: it's a lye lol
DJTweeny: That makes 4 Dear Friends skits :)
EWeston: To dye for...
Bunnyboy: Food sounds good. Nitey, folks!
Nabby: it sure is (grammy Karlsson's lye was the secret)
Chugg: seen a dog sing
NancyKat: BB-BB!
EWeston: Bye Bun
Nabby: ya sure you betcha
Nabby: Bye bunnyB
EWeston: The trick is getting an unsecured audience
Beet: because God doesn't exist
NancyKat: Nabby-LOL...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:37 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
NancyKat: Choicolate covered espresoo beans...
Chugg: sneeze and say God Bless, fart and say God Damn you and exodus in mass
Beet: Just kidding
Cat: By Bun
EWeston: Sneeze raise your right leg, and flee the country
Beet: the country already has flees
NancyKat: Queeze him there, maybe he'll pass another one...
EWeston: Those are knats
Beet: I understand
Nabby: Literally or orally?
shoes for the dead: among other parasites
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Lil - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Pesudo figuratively
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live RADIO FREE ROADKILL show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Chugg: most embarrassing moment i think nuns were more embarrassed
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Dex is gone
Nabby: gone but not forgotten
EWeston: He was so young!
NancyKat: New Age-antz...
Cat: I think he's the oldest chatter
Nabby: he looked so natural!
Beet: He had the whole rest of his life ahead of him
EWeston: The bow tie was the seal on authenticity
pinholeF200: hope he didn't die from anything serious
shoes for the dead: a moment of silence
Beet: They're quacks
Nabby: snatched away in the prime of rib
EWeston: OK that's enough!
NancyKat: I saw him just minutes ago
Nabby: haha
EWeston: They come. They go.
NancyKat: never enough...
shoes for the dead: hold it right there
Nabby: It was an echo
Chugg: i didn't know him but loved him. There, I said it.
pinholeF200: glad to, now I think I'll hold it over here
EWeston: It tickles.
Beet: now hold it over there
NancyKat: no, i think i'll hold it over here...
EWeston: Hold it over this trap door
shoes for the dead: echo in here
pinholeF200: think I'll leave it out
Chugg: hey, what the hooha
EWeston: It won't be missed?
Beet: My buddy Squash
Nabby moons the NSA
NancyKat: HOOO HAH!
shoes for the dead: the echo?
Nabby: Great show Kur--I mean Tween!
NancyKat: Fangs, DJTweeny!
EWeston: He may never leave pubrty now
Dang: Thank you for the memories!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
Nabby: the echo?
NancyKat: echo.
Chugg: be well
Beet: That was a good one. Had fun tonight. Thanks evrybody. Thanks Tween. G'Nite.
shoes for the dead: echo?
Nabby: RFRK!
pinholeF200: Thanks Tween, it's a gas gas gas from Jupiter
NancyKat: BB all.
Mr. Bark Bark: Thanks Tween!
Nabby: Nitey nite every 1!
EWeston: I thought I was Will??
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!!!
Nabby: I'm off! (In more ways than one!)
DJTweeny: yipes
Cat: Thanks again, Tween
EWeston: May the fishes never nibble you toes while you seep. REst easy now.
||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:46 PM.
DJTweeny will make a note not to sleep in the fish tank any more
Dang: Do we have to leave?
DJTweeny: nope
DJTweeny: the show's over, that's all :)
DJTweeny: THis chat is available 24/7
||||||||| "10:47 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Cat, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "10:47 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTweeny, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| Around 10:47 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
Dang: Ah. The show just ended for me. I'm a little slow, apparently. ;-)
||||||||| pinholeF200 leaves at 10:48 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..."
Chugg: Tarry O and thank you so
whataworld: last call - you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here
||||||||| mahatma57 enters at 10:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| NancyKat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| melanie haber - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from measles
||||||||| ironyengine - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dang - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Lonesome Beetnik - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 11:01 PM: Dexter Fong 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!"
||||||||| Dexter Fong departs at 11:02 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MacCat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| whataworld - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Chugg - dead from jaundice
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| toadaway enters at 12:35 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| toadaway - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 2:49 AM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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:
جود
Beet
Betty Jo Bialowski
''Bob''
Bunnyboy
Cat
Chugg
Dang
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Fudd
InTheWood
ironyengine
Jimmy L
Lil
lily
Lonesome Beetnik
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
NancyKat
pinholeF200
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Slugs
squeeze_the_wheeze
whataworld

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