Title: The Wisdom and silliness of Mudboy Slim..! Stupidity too! Source:
war URL Source:[None] Published:Jan 13, 2010 Author:war Post Date:2010-01-13 07:47:43 by war Keywords:None Views:1413957 Comments:3287
Bet this gets more bumps than his vanity threads.
(Editors Note) This thread was formerly called Mudbutt sucks the big one thread.
I changed the title. Now you can debate if it is wisdom or unwisdom.
#1674. To: war, AKA Stone, Fred Mertz, Biff Tannen, meguro, Willie Green, Jhoffa_, buckeroo, TLBSHOW, yankhater, (#0)
"This thread was formerly called Mudbutt sucks the big one thread."
Interesting how the KlownPu$$ies ALWAYS ACCUSE OTHERS of what they are GUILTY of themselves, especially all the homosexuals like these RAT/RINO Obamabot BUTT- Pirates here at LF.com. War is a KNOWN--and admitted--SEXUAL DEVIANT (not that there's anything WRONG with that, RIGHT?!! ) Meguro..check. Willie Green...FLAMER!! Biff Tannen..queer as a 3- dollar BILL!! RATZ like calling out REAL red-blooded American MALES 4 being "tea-baggers" as the "pleasure" each other in their silly little drunk ORGIES wherein there AIN'T a female in the same Zip Code. Like I said, que sera sera...but it's still interesting to note...MUD
Fer the record, these AIN'T MY words...blame "Mark W" ...Obviously NOT a fan of users of THC-based products, imho.
"Dead Stoner In the Middle of the Road" (with apologies to Loudon Wainwright III)
Crossing the highway late last night He should have look left and he should have looked right He didn't see that station wagon car The stoner got squashed, well, there you are
You got your dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road And he's stinkin' to high heaven.
Take a whiff on me that ain't no rose Roll up your window and hold your nose You don't have to look and you don't have to see 'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory
You got your dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road And he's stinkin' to high heaven.
You got your dead cat And you got your dead dog On a moon light night you got your dead toad frog You got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon The blood and the guts are gonna make you swoon
You got your dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road Dead stoner in the middle of the road And he's stinkin' to high heaven.
Come on, stink...
Mark W.
208 posted on 9/25/2001 10:36:21 AM by MarkWar
Thanks fer the musical offerin', Mark. Now... "The stoner got squashed, well, there you are..."
Sooooo...yer Ultimate Goal is to save these so-called "stoners" from being squashed by a car or truck, right? Righteous man you are, sir, worryin' about all them folks who could be ruinin' their lives with the Evil Ganjah...do you feel the same compassion for users of the MUCH MORE DANGEROUS DRUG of Beer? You could easily substitute the word "drunkard" for "stoner"...would that song work in yer political lexicon just as well?
And what if these "stoners" promise to smoke only within their own home... Squash Problem fixed, right?!
BTW...I believe I posted a coupla questions fer ya...would you be so kind as to address them?
Righteous Regards...MUD
209 posted on 9/25/2001 12:12:34 PM by Mudboy Slim (Hey...whatever happened to my Dawg?!)
#1755. To: MWS, MBS, MUD, Mudboy Slim (#1754)(Edited)
MWS: Personally, I think that the song "Don't Tread on Me" by Metallica is most appropriate...
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail once you provoke her, rattling of her tail never begins it, never, but once engaged... never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me love it or live it, she with the deadly bite quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike shining with brightness, always on surveillance the eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war liberty or death, what we so proudly hail once you provoke her, rattling on her tail so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me
212 posted on 9/25/2001 12:33:34 PM by MWS
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail once you provoke her, rattling of her tail never begins it, never, but once engaged... never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me love it or live it, she with the deadly bite quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike shining with brightness, always on surveillance the eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war liberty or death, what we so proudly hail once you provoke her, rattling on her tail so be it threaten no more to secure peace is to prepare for war so be it settle the score touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore... don't tread on me
212 posted on 9/25/2001 12:33:34 PM by MWS
#1768. To: BufordP, Cyber-Band, dead, Slick Willie, Angelique, stand watie, AuntB, dirtboy, GrandmaC (#1767)
"One Sleazy Rider" (To be sung to Charlie Daniels Band's "Uneasy Rider")
Bill was takin' a trip back to A-R-K, Toolin' along in his Cabriolet, Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio. Just as he crossed that ol' Virginny line, He heard that highway start to whine, And he knew that left rear tire was about to go! Well, the spare was flat and he got uptight, Becuz there wasn't a fillin' station in sight, So he just limped on down the shoulder on the rim. He went as far as he could and when he stopped the car... It was right in front of my little bar, Kind of a pool-hall-lookin' joint called "The libertarian".
Well, Slick stuffed his hair up under his hat, And arrogantly announced that he had a flat, And would I accept some weed in exchange for a new one? Well, there was one thing I was sure glad to see, Wasn't a soul in the place 'cept fer him and me, And he looked so disgustin', I just pointed towards the telephone. He called up dead's station down the road aways, And dead said he wasn't very busy today, And he could be there in about ten minutes or so. Slick said, "My names Bill the New DemocRAT!!" And I didn't bother to tell the durn fool that I sure as Hell don't care fer Left-wing politicos.
He just ordered up a spritzer and sat down at my bar, When some guy walks in and says, "Who owns this car... With the peace sign, freak wheels, and astroturf floor?" Well, we looked at Bill and he damned near cried, And decided that he'd just wait outside, So he laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door. Just when he thought he'd get outta there with his skin, These five REAL MEN come strollin' in, With this Angelique chick and a young fella named Gingrich!! And he was almost to the door when stand watie said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!" But when he did all that hair fell out from underneath.
Now the last thing Bill wanted was to get in a fight, Anywhere, anytime, as he quivered in fright, 'Specially since he's a yella punk and fightin' made him pee! But they all started laughin' and he felt kinda sick, And he knew he better think of something pretty quick, So he just reached out and kicked Newt Gingrich right in the knee!! Newt let out a yell that'd curl your hair, But before Slick could move, I grabbed me a chair... And said, "Watch him folks, becuz he's a thoroughly dangerous man! Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy, He's a Soviet mole and awfully sly, And he's been sent down here to denigrate ol' Uncle Sam!"
Newt was still bent over holdin' onto his knee, But all them FReepers wuz lookin' and listenin' to me, And I told how Bill was drafted and never ever went! I said, "Would you believe that this man has gone so far... As puttin' Stalin stickers on the bumpers of cars, And he voted for George McGovern for President!! Well, he's one of them long-haired, pretty-boy Left-wing nags, I betcha he's even got a Commie flag, Tacked up on his wall! To him, FReedom's just a mirage! He's a snake in the grass, I'll tell ya guys, He make look dumb, but that's just a disguise, 'Cuz he's a mastermind in the ways of espionage!" They all started lookin' real suspicious at Billy, And he jumped up and said, "Now wait a minute, Sillies, You know he's lyin', I been Conservative all of my life! SO WHAT if I left my Country in a lurch? I belong to the Little Rock Baptist Church, Oh sure, I sleep with a lotta broads, but so'd you once you met my wife!" Then Bill started whinin' 'bout the way he was stressed, But I didn't wait for him to explain the rest, I held off dirtboy while bouncin' Billy outta there on his butt! And when he hit the ground he didn't relax... 'Cuz they was just takin' his car down off the jacks... So he threw ol' dead a dime bag and fired that muthah up!! Ol' Oprah Winfrey woulda sure got HOT... At the way Bill was fussin' as he left my lot, With AuntB hollerin' and chasin' him in a trot! Now, lookin' back I shoulda let 'em have their fun, Reckon that's I'm "The Compassionate One", But I did join all them FReepers fer many a Tequila shot!!
Well, since that day, o'er twenty years had past, When I realized ol' Bill's still smokin' that grass. He was doin' the Sting as few men can...Hell! He even cut his hair! Folks, he's had ya'll slavin' while he's spendin' and taxin', As if Bill was our King and all loot's his for the cashin'... Then Bill figured he oughtta split before the LAW got there. 'Cuz in his campaigns, he was caught dirty-dealin', Influence sellin' and bimbos a'squeelin'... But he didn't RESIGN 'til he was RE-IMPEACHED by Congress! Folks, I think we're gonna rewrite Bill's script, Instead of goin' workin' for that DreamWorks/Lippo Clique, Let's sentence Bill to Leavenworth, post-President!!
LOL and FReegards...MUD
96 Posted on 09/29/2000 08:29:51 PDT by Mudboy Slim
