Well I just figured out what the Lounge is......

It's a giant cocktail party....

Flitting from one conversational area to another, going in, glib, non committal behavior, flirtation.....

But no drunken swimming pool scene.....

If we could work that out, it would be like a giant Jack Lemmon Movie from the fifties.....

of boiling anger and hate.

myopic forest ranger.

bag disguised as Bea Arthur's ovaries.

collective soul disguised as a giraffe who knows Portuguese.

of a welcome mat.

and it resembles Charles Nelson Reilly from a squinting distance.

And using it to describe my overnight show on my station page. What do you want in return?

No, I kid.

Take it, it's yours, pal. :thumbsup:

You mean I can get her agent off the line now?:)

No pun intended.

I was the guy who bought her last CD!

Keyboard player in her band....

He's a lwayer now, but still plays keyboards in the dark....

in the shape of a grotesque manifestation of Heidegger's favorite non-euclidean pizza.

New Orleans afternoon in late October, but once you get used to it, it's more like a melted fudgicle of the soul.

and the ghastly remains of said soul-fudgcicle after being regurgitated after the sight of the unspeakable horror in the glovebox of its mind

strolled by last hour and exclaimed, "Oh, how cute!" in a voice resembling Resse Witherspoon's; Suicide as an option is now on the table.

marinate it in the juice of a thousand pelican beaks while whispering in my ear "I'm King of the World!" I do want to go there someday, up there with the garden gnomes.

that sparkling dress, Vesachi?

caught bare-handed over the uncountable years now forgotten, now past.

My fly eyes go bad after a millennium or two....

host station, remeber to avenge The Eastland. Keep your blowtorch flame bluer than an airplane toilet!

as if you believe I will understand your cryptic references to toilets and italics... I will remember this, Random cooooool zip, I will... and someday you will turn around and wonder, where is that toilet brush I used to love so well. Why do the good ones always leave? PUT THE TORCH DOWN before you hurt someone.

couched in language even a gorilla could understand, and yet all I can do is confuse and titllate.

Ah, Bartleby! Ah, Life!

lovin you... The Chimney's smoking and the damn roof is leaking. Soylent Green IS people! Out, out damn spot!

It was the punch line to that joke he didn't finish:

"That's not my dog!"

I guess you an the Anka-man go way back, huh? ACCURSED MOUNTEBANK!

You wasted all this time beating around the bush... Why not just out with it? Are you afraid I would be ashamed to know Paul? And you can tell him for me that that joke is offensive.

Moe Green also wanted me to tell you that Johnny Fontaine won't sing in any establishment owned my Misunderestimator Corleone...you've made some powerful enemies, friend.


*I'm* the one having Ankariffic's BABY! What a wonderful way for me to show him that I love him, IMO.

Did you know that "Paul Anka" is Finnish for "Marijuana cucumber sets infanticide on fire?"

You know where to find it... I'd be careful where you hang your hat. And I've heard that old tale about Paul, but what idiot would believe that he is Finnish... HAHAHA... He is Swedish of course!! And you must have copied the Chinese translation... it actually means "Weed fire on Yellow Mountain"

in a pile of its own alcohol-induced vomit after a smashing victory over the telephone pole of Machiavellian incest.

pubic hair no matter how much Liquid Plumr and bleach you pour on there.

the centrifuge of racial tension.

stewing in his own hemorrhoids at a desk he's been sitting at since his divorce back in '82.

with jagged edges caused from the jaundiced pepperings of a bookish mealworm.

string on Neil Young's guitar while experiencing simultaneous orificial stimuation from twin parapelegic amputee midgets named "Steve" and "Stan."

to the eyes with half-digested andouille sausage and jujus by a suffocating wheat-intolerant benedictine nun on a bed of fresh cabbage covered with shredded pages of an Eritrean first grade ski-jumping primer.

It is SO not that.

Or I am i big trouble.....

didn't need that lunch after all... x(

why enter when you have that to contribute... but I say this with all the love I can muster from that moldy, fishy place deep inside the buick. :hi:

Fess PArker just checked in

Hey everyone, Dorthy Parker is Here

I love "The Party". One of Sellers' best films.

Well, that may or may not have something to do with your post...

Maybe we could infiltrate it?

Bush....

(That'll get him out of the tub....)

:rofl:

We're all trapped in our own hells, and the best we can do is snatch a few minutes of idle, meaningless conversation in order to feel some sort of human connection.

I have to go circulate.

Now that she is gone......

No gossiping behind my back (not that there isn't a lot to gossip about).:blush:

:)

Can I introduce you to Gabby Hayes

In a Downtown no one knows the name of. You'll find me in the dive next to the flophouse that's ready to be comdemmed next month.

But the drinks are pretty cheap..

For the first hour at least.....

I hate like anything to be contrary, but all of you need to know that I do have a contrary, snarky side! I'm not ALWAYS angelic! :evilgrin:

The Lounge is my "virtual" home. There's love here, intellectual content, humor, anger and all the range of human emotions. There is, above all, a genuine sense of community, a sense that we are all here for each other in our need.

These two, the love and the community, have brought me here, and they will keep me here forever.

I speak from my heart....

He He He, I couldn't resist that one....

Glad you could make it...

Just a little party I cooked up this AM

Couldn't resist? :cry:







J/K...very cool party! :party: :party:

Rabrrrrr and RKZ had perhaps the best conversation in DU history

:applause:

He'd know exactly what to say.

And there looking for Progmom...

She's got there trianlge....

Have an apple maritini, the party's going strong now...

:toast:
:bounce: :bounce:
:smoke:
:puke:

It's all happening in the Lounge....
I do belive it,
I do believe it's true

it's all good in the long run

I don't venture too often since I'm deathly afraid of losing my pants.

:scared:

wrapped in a vest

The conversation was simply wonderful...

Adorable, at times....

But the world encrouches, and I must take your leave....

Ta Ta .....

til we meet again....

feel free to continue,...

But do turn off the lights when you leave....

I simply can not depend on Cato anymore....

Cato has been crying all night, it's best you go now to comfort the lion before he wakes... the lights will be turned off after the third rising of the north star.

Kind of like Byron, but without the poetry, incest and laudanum :)

Khash.

I spent a good part of 1991 working the beer cellar of a very good London pub. nothing like the sight of freshly-racked casks, with the soft spile in the top.

too bad you can't see it in these pics, but if you get a particularly lively, well-fermenting cask, you'll see a mini "beer fountain" coming out through the spile on the top. the soft spiles are typically made from bamboo, and the excess CO2 produced by the secondary fermentation is forced out through the pores in the spile, and bubbles and squirts out when you do the conditioning.

this is all beer-wonk talk though and probably doesn't make any sense. but thanks for the GREAT trip down memory lane! :D

I still want to visit your pub. All I need is the time and $ to get to the UK...

they're probably packed away somewhere. thankfully i'm moving in the next couple weeks, so i'll probably run across them again. :hi:

Someplace where they sell good beer, I hope!

No cocktails for me tonight. Guess I'll just sit back and watch all the drunks make fools out of themselves. Or the fools make drunks out of themselves. Whichever. ;)

And I don't say that just because I'm featured in it, but that's a big part of it. Me and RKZ!

page....

My party's are always only as good as the guests...

Now I am back.....

Has anyone seen David Caradine.....

I want him to meet Dorothy Parker.....

I should get out more.

It's the Coliseum.
It's the top!
It's the Louver Museum.
It's a melody from a symphony by Strauss
It's a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
It's Mickey Mouse.
It's the Nile,
It's the Tower of Pisa,
It's the smile on the Mona Lisa
CD's a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, CD's the bottom you're the top!
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/de-lovely/yourethetop.htm

A Palm Springs mid-century classic! Let 'er rip! :bounce:

The Party

But with roving gangs of rottweilers

So here comes the Bouncy ballsssssssss



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Carefull now, don't them get to wild or they'll just bounce up where you least expect them...

Oh dear, that lovely woman from the Al Franken show just pulled in....

Oh good, Ann Coulter was removed by two boobies...

Not those kind, heavens...

To guys in swimming trunks named Bobby