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Balázs Bernát:
Whaaaah! I have fresh meat sausages to gain my energy and most of the stink is gone now. I can even feel my tentacles reaching for soothing cremes and ointments at night with the buzzing. I'm ready to drum. I can even start up the nose flute again. My friends keep me round with the angles and the wooden dolls.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:55:56 pm)
Heruka:
This is also a must own.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:55:57 pm)
m©:
not familliar with Amon Düül II..
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:56:43 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Yeh, Decoy's at the ranch. He's moving the manure pile farther from the house.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:57:05 pm)
bela:
Finally, a new picture of Blaz. Its about time.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:58:08 pm)
bela:
Did Decoy really move to a farm?
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:58:24 pm)
m©:
Excellent news Balz. I'm glad you're feeling your.. uh tentacles ..I think.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:58:58 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Yeh, it's a farm alright.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 2:59:59 pm)
m©:
Then one day he'll be shootin at some food and ...
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:01:01 pm)
bela:
Guess what this weekend is - Gay Pride Parade.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:01:43 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Darn. I'm going to miss it. I can't make it to NY this weekend. Bummer.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:02:33 pm)
m©:
What are they proud of ..asctually I dont get it. but the seem happy maybe it should just be a happy parade without the anal conotations they would sell more corn dogs.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:04:05 pm)
m©:
Looking at it from a marketing angle.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:05:12 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Yeh
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:08:01 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Corn dogs are good.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:08:20 pm)
bela:
I don't know, I hate parades.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:08:44 pm)
m©:
It's all about selling Corn dogs and T-Shirts.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:09:32 pm)
Decoy:
Did you say Corn-Dog? :P
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:10:32 pm)
m©:
Hey Decoy hows country life?
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:11:20 pm)
Decoy:
Its a rock farm, actually, its great. I got me a tractor with a loader. Every year, more rocks come up out the ground. I scoops 'em up and sells 'em to market on Thursdees!
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:12:41 pm)
m©:
Keep the manure pile away from the well..later
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:12:50 pm)
Decoy:
I still have to finish hooking up the appliances. And there's boxes everywhere. And no internet yet. Moving out of the old house has been accomplished. Here's a story. Gimme a minute.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:14:04 pm)
Decoy:
The well is 220 feet deep, I'm not worried, but the manure pile is downhill from it.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:14:50 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Oooh. A story.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:17:13 pm)
Decoy:
Anyway. On Friday, after the movers left and we started unpacking the essentials, I decided it was time crack a brewski and watch the Mets Yankees game. I was dead after a full week of working like a red headed step child. I was walking out of the kitchen with two beers in my hand when a pickup truck comes racing up the driveway, and stops quick at the garage. Its a man in large boots. I open the door and he says, "Hi remember me? I'm Darryl, I grew up next door?" Well little Darryl is now a fireman who asks me if I have a key to my mother's new place. You see, it is flooding. So I put down the beers, looking at them longingly, grab they keys my mom gave me before she went to Europe two weeks ago, and off I go (at high speed) behind the fireman down the hill to Mom's place. Well, go figure, they are the wrong keys. Mom left me the keys to MY house. So one of the firemen says, "I got a key in the truck, want me to get it?" These guys live for this moment, I swear to God. I ponder for about 20 seconds hearing water spraying aginst the other side of the garage door, I tell him "Ok, go get it." About 45 seconds later, to my suprise, he opens the door from other side. He got a big smile, holding his axe, "Ok, I used my key, were in," he says in to his radio, which gets broadcast on the PA system on the truck. So, in we go, me, my brother in law, and about six firemen. We find that the supply line to the washing machine has burst and has been spraying water for hours. Half the first floor and half the basement are flooded. We get it turned off. We found that there was not a pressure release on the main. We think that was the problem, and the rubber supply hose was the weak link. So the firemen help squeegee all the water into the sump, and I went home and got a dehumidifyer and set that up. We set buckets all around in the finished part of the basement to catch the dripping water. So, in the end we learned to always have your plumbing up to code, and turn your water off before you go to Europe.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:31:40 pm)
Decoy:
Unless you live in Europ already.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:33:09 pm)
Decoy:
I honestly can't think of any possible need for Wax to have a gun. Everyone please discourage him in this.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:35:22 pm)
Chewing Wax:
How much damage did the key do?
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:38:00 pm)
Chewing Wax:
Oh, I need a gun alright.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:38:27 pm)
bela:
Good story. That sucks about your mother's place. I knew that key was an axe. I'd love to have 6 firemen come rescue me from a flooded basement.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:40:36 pm)
bela:
CW doesn't have the gun, its that psycho Heruka.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:40:55 pm)
Chewing Wax:
pigwoman
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:41:22 pm)
Chewing Wax:
But I want one. I need one really.
(Wed Jun 20, 2001 - 3:41:44 pm)