I kinda like this (picture Khan): “…from Hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!”
Now that’s dramatic! That shows feeling!
So, Freepers, what would be the first line your opus (if you ever decide to write one)?
Disclaimer: this is for purely entertainment purposes to get away from the doom and gloom of the news for a while, and should not in any way be construed as a real opus.
LOL!! These are great opus lines, everyone! Thanks! :)
An “opus”? Judging from the comments, “opus” must be the term for a farewell statement.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from here.
You couldn’t pay me enough to leave.
Go away and leave me be.
Oh wait... An opus? [cough]
So long and thanks for all the fish...
Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. Guess I’ll go eat some worms....
“It was a dark and stormy night.”
The motorcyclist roared down the freeway at a ridiculous speed. He looked ridiculous in the duck costume that he wore to the Mardi Gras parade. Getting the work permit from the county took a ridiculous amount of time. He bought one that flips. A broad limb he bought. He saw his running socks at the bottom.
“Nobody knows (dramatic pause) the trouble I’ve seen.......”
and then it goes on to list all the trouble seen throughout the agrieved Freeper’s tenure at FR.
Ban me to asshole!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=485153133371329904&hl=en
(”About Last Night”, 1986. Screenplay adapted by Tim Kazurinsky from SNL and Denise DeClue, from the 1974 play “Sexual Perversity in Chicago” by David Mamet, so the gloriously-filthy-language warning is implied. You have been warned. You’ll have to watch pretty much the entire thing to hear the line, but you’ll know it when you hear it.)
“In the Beginning, there was nothibug, which was ‘nothing’ spelled wrong ...”
“When Dr. Ron Paul is President, you’ll all be sorry.”
I have no plans to write another opus and sincerely hope I never feel like leaving FR again (and sincerely hope I don't get banned for my misfit opinions), but if I were to do it again today . . . hmm . . . I'm not sure.
Wait a minute . . . I've got an idea . . .
Mashiach HaMelekh is crowned King in Jerusalem and it's not You Know Who. And I say:
NYAH!!!
“Ah, to hell with it...”
If you are reading this you already know that the rogue planet is headed directly toward Earth and that every man, woman, child, wombat, and weird-looking bug (hereinafter WLB) is going to die from the complete disintegration of the planet and the subsequent loss of oxygen and water to the vast, implacable vacuum of space. I have only a few seconds before the Mother Ship arrives to beam me off to my home world, but before it does I want to leave the information necessary for you to save yourselves. It's really simple - all you have to do is
When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the political bands which have connected him with a website and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle him, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that he should declare the causes which impel him to the separation.
And them I express the outrages which King JimRob the First has thrown against me including:
"He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Moderators without the Consent of our legislatures."
"he has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Viking Kitten Savages whose known rule of Zot, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions."
By the time... I get to Phoenix... you’ll be reading....
I have them in front of me,behind me and at my sides as drones fly over head...I have the poor bastards right where I want them......
I’ll see you on the other side.