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Jul 21, 2009 8:37:32 GMT -5
Post by KidVermicious on Jul 21, 2009 8:37:32 GMT -5
No excuses strategy at Night, Mr. Pinkie, now you have to chug some moose drool and hit the hookah. Or chug the hookah and then inhale the moose drool. And I ain't talkin' beer.
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Jul 21, 2009 9:50:55 GMT -5
Post by Hawkmod on Jul 21, 2009 9:50:55 GMT -5
Some rule clarifications, because some people seem to be getting confused.
Night will end 4:00 EST on Wed. Please have all PMs sent to me by 3:00
Offering the Merc a contract is a Day power. The Merc can Only be hired to kill or to not kill.
Transferring money is a Night power. Money will be moved at the beginning of the next Day.
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Jul 21, 2009 10:46:25 GMT -5
Post by Pleonast on Jul 21, 2009 10:46:25 GMT -5
Offering the Merc a contract is a Day power. Is this the first time this has been stated?
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Jul 21, 2009 10:51:01 GMT -5
Post by Hawkmod on Jul 21, 2009 10:51:01 GMT -5
Is this the first time this has been stated?
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Jul 21, 2009 12:48:20 GMT -5
Post by BillMc on Jul 21, 2009 12:48:20 GMT -5
Night will end 4:00 EST on Wed. Please have all PMs sent to me by 3:00 still confused ;D AM or PM? I'm guessing PM unless you are a night-hawk
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Jul 21, 2009 16:03:03 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 16:03:03 GMT -5
Did everybody forget how to fluff?
I went to a field party in the country the other night, and witnessed two fistfights and a guitar fight. There was also a bit of a territory fight over what county e'erbody was from. Mine was well-represented, so I think we won. I woke up to the strangest noise, and poked my head out of the tent only to find that we were surrounded by angry cows, mooing more darkly than I've ever witnessed before. A couple were butting a parked car, and others were running about a little too fast for my taste. Cows are, like, BIG. The guy in the car woke up to a cow head poking through his window, and he drove them off like a rasta sheep dog in his little black Mini and dreddy hat.
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Jul 21, 2009 16:09:49 GMT -5
Post by Pleonast on Jul 21, 2009 16:09:49 GMT -5
Boring Nights are the penalty for imposing posting restrictions.
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Jul 21, 2009 16:54:21 GMT -5
Post by Hockey Monkey! on Jul 21, 2009 16:54:21 GMT -5
I probably won't be around for the start of the day tomorrow as I will be choosing my seat for the 2009-2010 Carolina Hurricanes season. We will go tomorrow evening to the RBC center, have a little overview of the upcoming season, then we get turned loose to run to the seats we want. We claim them just like they claimed land in the old west. Whoever gets there first stakes their claim. Then we get a free hotdog and Pepsi. Fluffy enough?
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Jul 21, 2009 16:57:00 GMT -5
Post by Pleonast on Jul 21, 2009 16:57:00 GMT -5
Neat! Will they shoot people who try to claim too early like they did in Oklahoma?
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Jul 21, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -5
Post by ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies on Jul 21, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -5
Did everybody forget how to fluff? I went to a field party in the country the other night, and witnessed two fistfights and a guitar fight. There was also a bit of a territory fight over what county e'erbody was from. Mine was well-represented, so I think we won. I woke up to the strangest noise, and poked my head out of the tent only to find that we were surrounded by angry cows, mooing more darkly than I've ever witnessed before. A couple were butting a parked car, and others were running about a little too fast for my taste. Cows are, like, BIG. The guy in the car woke up to a cow head poking through his window, and he drove them off like a rasta sheep dog in his little black Mini and dreddy hat. Dairy or beef bovines? I'm trying to calibrate how much of a chicken-shit-city-slicker you are. ;D
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Jul 21, 2009 17:12:22 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 17:12:22 GMT -5
"Out in the country" = back home, so I have a chicken-shit city-slicker quotient of absofuckinlutely zero, thankyewverymuch. If you're not scared of loose bulls, I'd call you the city-slicker.
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Jul 21, 2009 17:21:20 GMT -5
Post by NAF1138 on Jul 21, 2009 17:21:20 GMT -5
Did everybody forget how to fluff? I went to a field party in the country the other night, and witnessed two fistfights and a guitar fight. There was also a bit of a territory fight over what county e'erbody was from. Mine was well-represented, so I think we won. I woke up to the strangest noise, and poked my head out of the tent only to find that we were surrounded by angry cows, mooing more darkly than I've ever witnessed before. A couple were butting a parked car, and others were running about a little too fast for my taste. Cows are, like, BIG. The guy in the car woke up to a cow head poking through his window, and he drove them off like a rasta sheep dog in his little black Mini and dreddy hat. First off... Guitar Fight? Do you have pics? Second off...your life is way cooler than mine.
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Jul 21, 2009 17:22:55 GMT -5
Post by Hockey Monkey! on Jul 21, 2009 17:22:55 GMT -5
Neat! Will they shoot people who try to claim too early like they did in Oklahoma? I think the ushers are armed. But thankfully they have people come in groups of about 50 depending on your ticket priority. Ticket priority is determined by the length of time you've had your account. Full-season ticket holders get to choose before the half-season folks. I'm a half-season person, but I'm one of the first half-season people to choose. The year after the Stanley Cup win, there were a bunch of people who upgraded to full season and bumped us about 5 rows back. I hope I'll be able to get a seat toward the middle of the section this year. I hate having to get up and sit down and get up and sit down every time someone wants to get out.
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Jul 21, 2009 17:23:08 GMT -5
Post by NAF1138 on Jul 21, 2009 17:23:08 GMT -5
I probably won't be around for the start of the day tomorrow as I will be choosing my seat for the 2009-2010 Carolina Hurricanes season. We will go tomorrow evening to the RBC center, have a little overview of the upcoming season, then we get turned loose to run to the seats we want. We claim them just like they claimed land in the old west. Whoever gets there first stakes their claim. Then we get a free hotdog and Pepsi. Fluffy enough? This is the most badass method of selecting season ticket seats ever.
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Jul 21, 2009 17:28:18 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 17:28:18 GMT -5
There was a drunken buffoon with a guitar who decided to try to beat another dude with his gitfiddle. Yeah, they were my friends. The boys all just let each other fight unless they are kicking the other guy while down, or "messing up his face too bad". I just kept drinkin' my beer and stayed out of the way of various fights. That's a good time to go pee, 'cause nobody's paying attention.
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Jul 21, 2009 17:43:49 GMT -5
Post by ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies on Jul 21, 2009 17:43:49 GMT -5
"Out in the country" = back home, so I have a chicken-shit city-slicker quotient of absofuckinlutely zero, thankyewverymuch. If you're not scared of loose bulls, I'd call you the city-slicker. Come back when you know the bull's name, and we'll continue. ;D
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Jul 21, 2009 18:35:53 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 18:35:53 GMT -5
I'm from a place that has "hick" in the name. We identify by what county we're from, not what "town". I drive a truck named Ol' Girl. I know first cousins who have dated. I've encountered livestock blocking one-lane dirt roads, as well as livestock standing on the main highway. We have roads that involve driving through creeks. We used to raise chickens. I'm an aspiring farmer. When I'm there, I say things like "I ain't got any", and "Hell fuckin' naw!". I've seen bull semen as part of show and tell. I've nearly been run down by a hog that weighed approximately one ton. I've heard someone report a missing hog to the police. We got our first stoplight in the entire county in 2006, so now there are two. I'm sure I could go on, but it just doesn't seem necessary. Ya ain't gunna win.
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Jul 21, 2009 19:26:32 GMT -5
Post by Dfrnt Breign on Jul 21, 2009 19:26:32 GMT -5
Neat! Will they shoot people who try to claim too early like they did in Oklahoma? They shot some of the people who claimed too early (and then named the football team after them). I've always figured the ones who didn't get caught went into politics. I'm from a place that has "hick" in the name. We identify by what county we're from, not what "town". I drive a truck named Ol' Girl. I know first cousins who have dated. I've encountered livestock blocking one-lane dirt roads, as well as livestock standing on the main highway. We have roads that involve driving through creeks. We used to raise chickens. I'm an aspiring farmer. When I'm there, I say things like "I ain't got any", and "Hell fuckin' naw!". I've seen bull semen as part of show and tell. I've nearly been run down by a hog that weighed approximately one ton. I've heard someone report a missing hog to the police. We got our first stoplight in the entire county in 2006, so now there are two. I'm sure I could go on, but it just doesn't seem necessary. Ya ain't gunna win. Ya'll got two lights in town?? Hell, girl, ya'll've done went and got citified!!
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Jul 21, 2009 19:28:43 GMT -5
Post by peekercpa on Jul 21, 2009 19:28:43 GMT -5
I'm from a place that has "hick" in the name. We identify by what county we're from, not what "town". I drive a truck named Ol' Girl. I know first cousins who have dated. I've encountered livestock blocking one-lane dirt roads, as well as livestock standing on the main highway. We have roads that involve driving through creeks. We used to raise chickens. I'm an aspiring farmer. When I'm there, I say things like "I ain't got any", and "Hell fuckin' naw!". I've seen bull semen as part of show and tell. I've nearly been run down by a hog that weighed approximately one ton. I've heard someone report a missing hog to the police. We got our first stoplight in the entire county in 2006, so now there are two. I'm sure I could go on, but it just doesn't seem necessary. Ya ain't gunna win. i watched hee haw once when i was younger.
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Jul 21, 2009 20:20:56 GMT -5
Post by ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies on Jul 21, 2009 20:20:56 GMT -5
Ok it's on... Where I come from, you identify where your from based on what part of the county you live in (Southern Humboldt). I graduated from elementary school with 8 other 8th graders, out of a school consisting of 4 classrooms housing 2-3 grades in each. My 6th/7th/8th grade teacher used to dissect road kill on the outdoor cement basketball court for science class. We held cow pie bingo games on the school soccer field. The same teacher would sometimes drive a dozen or us around in the back of his pickup harvesting apples from local orchards ( including numerous 100+ year-old heirloom trees of varieties developed by pioneer families to grow specifically in the region), which we would take back to school, grind up with a hand-cranked grinder, and then take turns cranking on the pulp with antique cider press, bottling the cider in milk jugs donated by the nearest creamery "in town" (2 hour drive away). We'd then drive the cider "into town" and sell it at the two one-room general stores located on either end of the small valley that housed our school....all to raise money for the annual 8th grade class trip to San Francisco to prepare the youngun's of the Valley for the real world we might find ourselves in someday. Getting to school from kindergarten to 8th grade required getting up at 6am and driving 4 miles to catch the bus which took 45 minutes to get to school, one way. There wasn't a flushing toilet in the house I grew up in, and where my mom still currently lives, until after my father's death in 2002. In my lifetime my family has had: orchard with apples, cherries, peaches, and black-cap raspberries, donkeys, chickens, ducks, honey bees, horses, and sheep...but we categorically deny that we are at all involved in agriculture. Such terms are reserved for folks like our neighbors with the 5000+ acre ranch where they harvest timber, beef, sheep/wool, and have a christmas tree farm...and to this day have never now in any previous generation of the family, ever been tapped into the power grid. They did buy a generator within the past decade. As a wedding present to Shay and I, the matriarch of this ranching family, Val (who Spintari met in Utah) brought us her absofucking delicious home-made home-canned preserves and Dilly Beans (pickled green beans) across 4 states in the truck because she and my mom wanted to stop in Cody Wyoming to visit the Cowboy museum "on the way". This is the same woman who took my mom from Northern California to Missouri to go shopping for a horse trailer (and visit her grandchildren). Our honey bee hive was taken out by a bear when I was about 9 years old, some 30 yards from the house. My mom still has bears breaking into the barn after the molasses in the horse feed. And I haven't even tapped into the crazy-country-pot-hippies stories yet.
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Jul 21, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -5
Post by Hockey Monkey! on Jul 21, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -5
I probably won't be around for the start of the day tomorrow as I will be choosing my seat for the 2009-2010 Carolina Hurricanes season. We will go tomorrow evening to the RBC center, have a little overview of the upcoming season, then we get turned loose to run to the seats we want. We claim them just like they claimed land in the old west. Whoever gets there first stakes their claim. Then we get a free hotdog and Pepsi. Fluffy enough? This is the most badass method of selecting season ticket seats ever. Ya, it's fun!
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Jul 21, 2009 21:19:04 GMT -5
Post by special on Jul 21, 2009 21:19:04 GMT -5
Ok it's on... Where I come from, you identify where your from based on what part of the county you live in (Southern Humboldt). I graduated from elementary school with 8 other 8th graders, out of a school consisting of 4 classrooms housing 2-3 grades in each. My 6th/7th/8th grade teacher used to dissect road kill on the outdoor cement basketball court for science class. We held cow pie bingo games on the school soccer field. The same teacher would sometimes drive a dozen or us around in the back of his pickup harvesting apples from local orchards ( including numerous 100+ year-old heirloom trees of varieties developed by pioneer families to grow specifically in the region), which we would take back to school, grind up with a hand-cranked grinder, and then take turns cranking on the pulp with antique cider press, bottling the cider in milk jugs donated by the nearest creamery "in town" (2 hour drive away). We'd then drive the cider "into town" and sell it at the two one-room general stores located on either end of the small valley that housed our school....all to raise money for the annual 8th grade class trip to San Francisco to prepare the youngun's of the Valley for the real world we might find ourselves in someday. Getting to school from kindergarten to 8th grade required getting up at 6am and driving 4 miles to catch the bus which took 45 minutes to get to school, one way. There wasn't a flushing toilet in the house I grew up in, and where my mom still currently lives, until after my father's death in 2002. In my lifetime my family has had: orchard with apples, cherries, peaches, and black-cap raspberries, donkeys, chickens, ducks, honey bees, horses, and sheep...but we categorically deny that we are at all involved in agriculture. Such terms are reserved for folks like our neighbors with the 5000+ acre ranch where they harvest timber, beef, sheep/wool, and have a christmas tree farm...and to this day have never now in any previous generation of the family, ever been tapped into the power grid. They did buy a generator within the past decade. As a wedding present to Shay and I, the matriarch of this ranching family, Val (who Spintari met in Utah) brought us her absofucking delicious home-made home-canned preserves and Dilly Beans (pickled green beans) across 4 states in the truck because she and my mom wanted to stop in Cody Wyoming to visit the Cowboy museum "on the way". This is the same woman who took my mom from Northern California to Missouri to go shopping for a horse trailer (and visit her grandchildren). Our honey bee hive was taken out by a bear when I was about 9 years old, some 30 yards from the house. My mom still has bears breaking into the barn after the molasses in the horse feed. And I haven't even tapped into the crazy-country-pot-hippies stories yet. I drove through the country once when I was a kid, but we had the air conditioner on and I think I fell asleep. There were lots of plants and tractor thingies pulling other thingies and dumping what I assume was food into big trucks to take them to those missile silo looking things.
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Jul 21, 2009 21:46:51 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 21:46:51 GMT -5
I still don't think any of that makes me a city slicker, but that's a lovely strawman you've constructed there, cookies!
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Jul 21, 2009 22:43:34 GMT -5
Post by ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies on Jul 21, 2009 22:43:34 GMT -5
You don't want to play anymore? I so rarely find anyone to play "Who's the bigger hick". I was only going to call you a city slicker if you were screaming like a frilly girl from Bessie the heifer.
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Jul 21, 2009 23:25:53 GMT -5
Post by bufftabby on Jul 21, 2009 23:25:53 GMT -5
Naw, dude, I looked out of my tent, laughed at the cows, and came out to have breakfast on one of the remaining hay bales. I kept an eye on those big suckers, 'cause it was a good idea, but that's about it. It was mostly just unexpected, as the cows weren't there the night before. I live in the South, so that gives me über-country credit with 95% of these here city-folk. I've got a couple friends who could prolly hick you under the table, but I ain't one of 'em.
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Jul 21, 2009 23:48:20 GMT -5
Post by Hockey Monkey! on Jul 21, 2009 23:48:20 GMT -5
OK, everybody whip out your hick and we'll measure. :runs off to get measuring tape:
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Jul 22, 2009 0:04:27 GMT -5
Post by Pollux Oil on Jul 22, 2009 0:04:27 GMT -5
I'm not sure if I could outhick anyone, but there are quite a few "you might be a redneck" jokes that my family fills out.
For example, I do have an uncle that owns a mobile home and about thirty to forty cars that won't ever run again.
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Jul 22, 2009 0:10:44 GMT -5
Post by special on Jul 22, 2009 0:10:44 GMT -5
OK, everybody whip out your hick and we'll measure. :runs off to get measuring tape: Here's my idea of roughing it. You drive into town without hotel reservations and a dead cell phone battery....
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Jul 22, 2009 0:51:01 GMT -5
Post by spintari on Jul 22, 2009 0:51:01 GMT -5
My 6th/7th/8th grade teacher used to dissect road kill on the outdoor cement basketball court for science class. Oooh, that's proof right there. In the big city we call that concrete. If it was cement, you, your class, the roadkill and your teacher would still be standing there to this day, in varying states of distress. My family owned a lot of farmland outside of DC (which is now gone and replaced by cheap prefab housing designed to LOOK like it costs as much as it does), so I had this weird experience where I had been to all these places in DC for softball games and such, but I drove a tractor at six. I also knew to smirk and lean casually against the fence whenever cow-tipping was mentioned.
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Jul 22, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Post by special on Jul 22, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Oooh, that's proof right there. In the big city we call that concrete. If it was cement, you, your class, the roadkill and your teacher would still be standing there to this day, in varying states of distress. Not if they left when it started raining.
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