Brings back good mems, eh, da? LOL!!!!!!!!
AZ Central Troll
Moves on to silver pastures
Tee Hee FTW
Brings back good mems, eh, da? LOL!!!!!!!!
@ Anyone who tries to make a thread trolling culburn. You made his day. The only thing you have accomplished is to give him a platform. He will bump this thread everyday for 2 months with bad poetry. You already lost.
i need one of those^ in my mouth
I have indeed missed my own thread.
the girl
My little Baby
steel blue fire
sandy beaches
a declaration
pink & pale
a patch so dark
My little Baby
once my Baby
sand now so smooth
a declaration
- russell-ville-man (Culburn)
Oh, the pops are sweeter and the taste is true. They're shot with sugar thru & thru.
BIG BAD BOB
Ev'ry mornin' at the Staples you could see him arrive
He stood six foot ten and weighed two thirty five
Kinda narrow at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big Bob.
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
Everybody seemed to know where Bob called home
He’d just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big Bob.
Somebody said he came from the Phoenix deserts
Where he got in a fight over a former team mate
And a crashin' blow from a huge white towel
Sent a Texas fellow to LA LA Land-Big Bob
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
Then came the day at the bottom of the game
When a Daddy cracked and a Kobe started cryin'
Lakers were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept Bob
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made
Walked a giant of a man that the Lakers knew well
Grabbed a caromed sphere, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big Bob
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a Laker (I think it was D Fish) yelled out "There’s a light up above!"
And twelve Lakers scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there-his name CWEBB.
With Bibbys & Predrags they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of the Magoof Bros.
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for the Sacked Kings
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
Now they never rebuilt that worthless team
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
”Don’t leave Horry, Chris.”
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
[Fade]
(Big Bob, Big Bob) Big Bad Bob (Big Bob)
Johnny Cash would be proud.
How did I miss this thread? Pure greatness.
"I will remind you that your mother will love you no matter what you do. Because she is a woman. And I love you too, son. But, I also love our country. And the principles on which she stands. And if you decide to burn your draft card you can burn your birth certificate at the same time. From that moment on I have no son."
Kori at night
only the light from her monitor reaches
her nails dance in the night
the keys shine as she goes
he walks quietly to her
his touch under her hair
the Board waits in silence
the keys so quiet
her lips so warm
his need so dark
Kori rises to meet him
the Talk forgotten
- russell-ville-man (Culburn)
Culburn..relax..you post so much..almost at Tlong status....
owes me money.
funny thread. a troll worthy of spurstalk
Excellent analysis, I agree on both. Even though I may not agree with everything, the entertainment value is through the roof.
There's a brilliance in Culburn's trolling, just read his work and you just have to respond
Seriously, WTF is this? Who the is Dale?
Last edited by Allanon; 10-13-2009 at 04:59 AM.
That's me. My first name.Excellent analysis, I agree on both. Even though I may not agree with everything, the entertainment value is through the roof.
There's a brilliance in Culburn's trolling, just read his work and you just have to respond
Seriously, WTF is this? Who the is Dale?
It's just a work of fantasy. I came here, saw -her name- concocted a romantic scenario in my fevered gourd and lodged it. I would never attempt to step in on Tim...
...unless I was absolutely sure I could get away with it.
Then late last night another poster requested a fresh "Kori" piece so I did "Kori at night" But I ain't in that one. And that ain't Tim either. I don't know who it is. It definitely ain't The Dumper though. All that Jew thinks about is $.
The Portrait of Kori
that wisp of string
tugs at his heart
blue denim bundled so gently
upon polished oak floor
that watch, her watch
pounds a temporal cadence
as their hearts race forever
to make still
their time
silken deep chestnut strands cascade
to cover the reflection in Kori’s eyes
of his love
- russell-ville-man (Culburn)
Damn phobics
If Culburn is a , so what?
Sure, he has too many posters of Lloyd up in his bedroom, so what
That's damn good prose Culburn!
Youre really young, huh?
Thanks, t.
Words can't express how much I missed this thread. Glad to see it back on the front page where it belongs.
No prob. Just leave the other one for me.
It's a dog day afternoon here in Maryvale, and I ran across this passage moments ago on the crapper. It has all the ingredients which make this Forum so = homasexuality, cross dressing, sex change operations, time behind the walls, and a bullet to the head...
It is the next-to-last-minute intervention of a federal aide that provides Sidney Lumet's Dog Day Afternoon (1975) with a desperately needed villain to rescue the picture from wallowing in its own humanism. The screenplay (by Frank Pierson) derives from fact: on August 22, 1972, two young nonprofessionals fumbled the holdup of a Brooklyn branch of the Chase Manhattan Bank; one of them, Sal Naturile, was killed that evening by the FBI at Kennedy Airport, where the two had been lured with the promise of safe conduct to another country. The other, John Wojtowicz, was a self admitted sexual, estranged from his wife and kids, and a Vietnam veteran to boot. He had conceived the holdup as a way to obtain money to finance a sex-change operation for his male lover. The facts received as much coverage in The Village Voice as in The Daily News, and public reaction was sympathetic to Wojtowicz; it was simple, just a case of an average strung-out New Yorker who had cracked sooner than most. The picture that resulted proved how difficult it is these days to keep politics, especially sexual politics, out of the crime film.
Warner Brothers paid Wojtowicz, named Sonny in the film, $7,500 for his story, plus a percentage of the profits. (He was then serving a twenty-year sentence.) Lumet and Pierson tread softly until the climax, when, after reels of coddling the viewer with hysterical comedy-mostly at the expense of a typical New York media circus-an FBI agent (Lance Henriksen) cold-bloodedly refocuses the film as a crime story. Having bungled the heist, Sonny (Al Pacino) and Sal (John Cazale) hold the staff as hostages while the police lay siege to the bank. Escalation ensues, mostly instigated by Sonny, who knows the importance of the "Six O'Clock News" and how to make the sensation seekers roar on cue at the mere holler of "At ca!" As details dribble out, the Gay Liberation Front forms picket lines, and a well-meaning cop (Charles Durning) vies with a federal agent (James Broderick) for the attention of the fake desperadoes. Inside, hostages and captor are absurdly drawn to each other.
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