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BRILLIANT POSTS
- Thread starter Jake of Bass
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It's now another of the numerous "Qintar" threads ....
I tell you he's a Scrabble nerd!!
why are you and I the only two that know wrong robot was a scrabble nerd??
Hi.
I think this is hard to beat as brilliant posts are the topic.
One time at a show I was ripping the strings off of a 5 string non-reverse t-bird in an effort to make a crecendo of noise at the end of my band's set when I snapped my g string and it shot part of my nut at my guitarist. Then it hit him in the face.
By TNF.
I'd say that's a classic, short and right to the point.
Just my 0.02€
Sam
I think this is hard to beat as brilliant posts are the topic
.One time at a show I was ripping the strings off of a 5 string non-reverse t-bird in an effort to make a crecendo of noise at the end of my band's set when I snapped my g string and it shot part of my nut at my guitarist. Then it hit him in the face.
By TNF.
I'd say that's a classic, short and right to the point.
Just my 0.02€
Sam
Used to? Well, I used to think I might commission you to build the "mike_v_s commemorative memorial: commemorating his memory", but now I'm not so sure. It's going to be like the Great Pyramid....only greater. And inverted. And probably with the phrase VERY AWESOME at the base/top (depending on your perspective of an inverted pyramid). It's going to be written in large font cuniform and illuminated with Vegas-style flair. And your insolence has dropped you down to the position of Large Stone Laborer. Good luck. They look heavy.
Mike
john turner
You don't want to do that. Trust me.
getting pissed on, however, happens quite regularly, apparently
. (sorry mark, i'm required to, as a condition of my membership in the club. take heart, though. it's the only club i'd join
)
john turner
You don't want to do that. Trust me.
how easily you forget.
chuck norris cannot post.
chuck norris has never been able to post.
chuck norris has been banned.
by me.
john turner
You don't want to do that. Trust me.
Mark Wilson
Supporting Member
getting pissed on, however, happens quite regularly, apparently
(sorry mark, i'm required to, as a condition of my membership in the club. take heart, though. it's the only club i'd join
What an honour, sir!
Mark Wilson
Supporting Member
Know what you're giving me?
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Ouch.
Sorry about that bro! When are you expecting? 
Wait, something's wrong here.... The server must be wonky. I clicked on a thread titled "BRILLIANT POSTS" and ended up here...
Well you don't have to come here - there is an "off" button you know...
I've taken the liberty of quoting Bruce in case the OP couldn't read it.
I'm not too proud to post some of my own brilliance. Even though I'm a monkey, I have moments where I step back and pat myself on the back. Here's one. KeithBMI asked me if I'd like to go for a ride in his failtruck (a lowered Dodge Dakota pick-up with a subwoofer bass on the back bench). This was my reply.
MakiSupaStar said:For the love of all that is good and kind, the answer is an astounding no. Let me tell you why you are headlong down the slippery slope of fail. First you bought and installed the interior black lights and realized chicks weren't quite digging you and your failtruck like you thought they would. Then, instead of realizing your fail, and admitting your fail, you decided in your infinite failness, that you were playing the wrong kind of music. It couldn't possibly be your poor judgement causing fail, it most definitely has to be the music. So you thought in yet another brilliant moment of fail that chicks would dig you and your failtruck if you began playing unce unce unce unce on your failtruck fail stereo. But alas chicks again failed to see the allure of your failtruck, and in fact their reaction to it was similar to frightened children running from white windowless vans playing ice cream truck jingles. Instead of creating the chick magnet, you instead created an even better failtruck that invokes a sense of dread and fear in your local female community. In fact, if you had taken a moment to turn down the unce unce unce unce, you would have heard the distinct sound of thousands of sphincters simultaneously clenching shut in sheer terror. But noooo. You drove around your local town with the windows rolled down (the only way to roll in your failtruck) thinking everyone laughing at you was really checking you out and secretly yearning for a ride in your failtruck. But again, when the chicks failed to pound down your door you never once thought in your infinite failness that it could possibly be the fail truck itself with all twelve miles to it's gallon. It couldn't possibly be the interior blacklights, or it's oversized tires rubbing the wheel wells when you lowered it. It couldn't possibly be the unce unce unce unce music, because chicks dig the unce unce, right. No it must be because all the chicks sitting at the intersection couldn't hear the brilliance of the unce unce unce unce coming out of the failtruck.
So the latest fail in your slippery slope to faildom is to sacrifice the back bench of an already limited cabin, in order to better distribute the sound of fail not only to all the chicks at the intersection, but you wanted a sound system so awesome that the chicks sitting in Starbucks would run out to check you out in your failtruck. So you disassembled your bass rig, and instead created the ultimate subwoofer of fail. Now when you roll, playing your unce unce unce unce in your failtruck, hippos in Africa suddenly become aroused, and much to the chagrin of the local tribes becoming sexually acosted by these aroused hippos, you carry on failing. This is also partly the reasoning behind the sudden influx of fat chicks suddenly taking interest in your failtruck. But instead of getting laid an interesting phenomenon has begun. At first, you blamed the bad meat of taco bell, so in the infinite fail of your failness, you concluded that you should buy better food for your fat dates, because we all know that you have no chance of getting laid without feeding the fatties. But alas you can never blame your failtruck. That can't possibly be the reason why you are perpetually cleaning the stench of poop from your passenger seat. So until you realize that that subwoofer is reason all your fat dates suddenly crap thrmselves when you turn on the unce unce unce unce, and until you accept the infinite fail of your failtruck, the answer is an astounding no. I to not want a ride in your failtruck. Even a forest of pine tree air fresheners hanging from your rearview mirror cannot rid you of the stench of fail. My two cents
I thought about quoting some of my better stuff (including this very post), but I figured I would jus end up quoting all of them and it would just be easier if I left them where they were, in context.
That stated, that's a pretty nice one, Maki (I'm specifically talking about the post above).
Mike
