I'm so stupid, I signed up and got the Zot.

[hk409]

THIS SITE IS ZOT!

GIMME A BRAKE ALREADY! YOU GUYS MUST BE THE BIGEST MORONS ON THE WORLD! THE BIGEST MORONS NEXT TO THAT SOFTWARE COMPANY I USED TO VISIT SIX YEARS AGO! OY YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! YOY! EACH TIME I TRYED TO POST SOMETHING NO MATTER HOW SMART! NO MATTER HOW CONSERVATIVE! EVEN IF I BEND OVER BACK AND DO BACK FLIPS AND THEN BEND OVER FOR THAT DUMB LIBERAL WE UNFORTUNATELY ELECTED! EVEN IF SPELL CHECKER ARE WORKING I STILL GET THEN KICKED OFF!! THEN ZOTTED!! WHY? IS IT JUST BECAUSE I WRITE SO BRILLIANT? BOB RUNS THINGS HERE!? OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. MAEYBE PEEPLE LIKE JJFATE AND NOAH HORSEFLY IS ASKING FOR IT BUT WHAT ABOUT ME!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Wha'll Be King But Charlie?

The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
Will soon gar monie ferlie;
For ships o' war hae just came in,
And landit Royal Charlie.

Chorus
Come thro' the heather, around him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi' a' your kin;
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
Come thro' the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald come Donald, come a' thegither,
And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King!
For wha'll be King but Charlie?

The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand
Or fa' wi' Royal Charlie.

Chorus

The lowlands a', baith great an' sma',
Wi' mony a Lord and Laird, hae
Declar'd for Scotia's king an' law,
An speir ye wha but Charlie.

Chorus

There's ne'er a lass in a' the lan'
But vows baith late an' early,
She'll ne'er to man gie her heart nor han',
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.

Chorus

Then there's a health to Charlie's cause,
And be't complete an' early;
His very name our heart's blood warms;
To arms for Royal Charlie!

Chorus

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Going sightseeing over Scotland and Ireland, and fetching some "souvenirs" and some beer.

Can we pop on over to Switzerland and pick up some Gruyere?

I have a hankering for fondue.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Ach! Fondue when you can have Haggis???

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where's your troosers?

Chorus:

Let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?

A lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn't have on my troosers

Chorus:

They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing troosers.

Chorus:

To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in my troosers.

Chorus:

Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with troosers.

Chorus:

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

You melt cheese over it and I'll eat it.

[NicknamedBob]

"Can we pop on over to Switzerland...?"

Gimme a break, willya? These jet engines don't run on bovine flatulence.

[Angry Enough]

Um....I think I might have slept through the whole thing. Tell me, Bob...did I enjoy myself? *sigh*

[Asphalt]

Well, I was pretty close in the Rams, Seahawks game. 7 points off. Jets, Chargers are still scoreless, that will be close.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Perhaps you were one of these?

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him doun,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the chearful spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again
And sore surprised them all.

The sultry suns of summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.

His colour sickened more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They've ta'en a weapon long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
The heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe,
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro'.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller used him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.

And they hae ta'en his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold
Of noble enterprise.
For if ye do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Though the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand,
And may his great prosperity
Ne'er fail in old, Scotland.

[NicknamedBob]

It started with this guy, who gave us a rousing sendoff...

One disadvantage of hanging around this thread -- it's easy to get behind.

The advantage, if there is one, is that you have a lot of reading material, at pretty close to free.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Couldn't be any worse than mozzerella over cornbread dressing...

[Angry Enough]

MMMMmmmm.....rousing sendoffs. My favorite!

[NicknamedBob]

We're in the middle of a Beer Run.

[Angry Enough]

That's it. I'm getting my helmet and portable seat belt. Scoot over.

[NicknamedBob]

Is the helmet for wearing after we get the beer?

That seems like responsible drinking to me!

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Have you ever had fried dressing? A little chedder melted over the top would be just the thing.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Sounds good, actually....

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

These jet engines don't run on bovine flatulence.

Maybe if we modify them a little bit....

:Grabs tool belt and heads toward engine room:

[freedumb2003]

PLayoffs are on -- I find it very hard to FReep and watch at the same time!!

Missed you, dearie!

(ttys -- I am in California but have a 6:00 am flight to Texas in the am)

[NicknamedBob]

Um, HTB, before you get too far along there ... we don't have any cows aboard...