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We will be on a Zot Thread this month.

Weird, I know, No actual ZOT, and no actual Cheeseburgers were harmed in making this thread, but...
trailhkr1 here got hisself the ultimate insult: Moved to CHAT!
http://www.freerepublic.com/tag/by:shortbus/index?tab=articles
So join us on this thread to mock the Cheeseburger since we flipped the burger and it went *SPLAT*!

What's this all about? Zotland the Craven		Some guidelines for posting on this thread. Some highlights of this thread.
	Spawn of the Undead Thread: The APRIL Chronicles Ping! FReepmail Darksheare if you want on or off the ping list. This is a low volume ping list (every few days). Read: The March Chronicles (redux)

Uh, does anyone have a copy of the ping list???

[stephenjohnbanker]

NMB and Monkey Face have a ping list.......I think .....

[Silentgypsy]

As far as I know, Monkey Face and Tax-chick have the pinglist.

[Monkey Face]

Gotcha covered, nully!

Hot (or iced) chocolate laced with rum, warm chocolate chip cookies, and (where is that doggone suitcase HTB said she was using for a transporter?) and for those a little more advanced in culinary arts, there are mimosas with fruit compote in the sitting room, where there is an awesome view of the Galaxy.

[Dead Corpse]

Abney Park- Wanderlust

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQEFBGM2UXQ

This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky

Each one’s a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high

When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai

When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky

And fly!
And fly!

This world is filled with rust
I could drown in this dust
I need to see the Bhutan sky

I hear my soul groan
I feel my muscles moan
If I can’t wander I will die

I could wander alone
Or take my whole damn home
I could give a monkey’s eye

As long as the road’s clear
A song is in my ear
And I will kiss this place goodbye

And fly!

This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky

Each one’s a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high

When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai

When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky

And fly!