I'M BLACK, if anyone gives a frak
Not at all. Now get to the back to the bus where you belong.
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It's a Mercenary-Obama Meta-Crisis.
The Merc-Barack was foretold by the brood.
It's a Mercenary-Obama Meta-Crisis.
The Merc-Barack was foretold by the brood.
OHMIGOD! He's the Twofold Man!
i'm black. just below the waist.
Yeah...dangerous hobby lighting your own farts right?
:p
The sheriff's a what?
I extend to you this laurel, and hearty handshake...for that reference.
:D
You will be sure not to tell anyone where you got the pie...
Got this in e-mail today.
When U Black, U Black
When I was born, I was BLACK,
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK,
When I was scared, I was BLACK,
When I was sick, I was BLACK,
And when I die, I'll still be BLACK.
NOW, You 'white' folks...
When you're born, you're [COLOR="Pink"]PINK[/COLOR],
When you grow-up, you're [COLOR="White"]WHITE[/COLOR],
When you go in the sun, you get [COLOR="Red"]RED[/COLOR],
When you're cold, you turn [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]BLUE[/COLOR],
When you're scared, you're [COLOR="Yellow"]YELLOW[/COLOR],
When you get sick, you're [COLOR="Lime"]GREEN[/COLOR],
When you bruise, you turn [COLOR="DarkOrchid"]PURPLE[/COLOR],
And when you die, you look [COLOR="Silver"]GRAY[/COLOR].
So why y'all be callin' us COLORED Folks?
@Gravdigr
lol I've seen that one before.
Only prob is no one turns green or purple or yellow ...asides from that it works.
@Gravdigr
lol I've seen that one before.
Only prob is no one turns green or purple or yellow ...asides from that it works.
you're not right about the purple though... you are probably taking the ropes off too early.
Well isn't that the same as blue? In that case, I'll have to give it a try..
I've turned green a time or two. From jealousy and sickness.
I have a Tunisian friend, an ex-colleague, who is definitely green-skinned.
I turned green once, from turning. Stupid cup rides. Circles can turn me green.
Both Matron (at school) and my Mum swear they saw me a shade of green.
I'm not sure how that works, given I've always had a rather hectic colour. Perhaps it was the absence of that that gave the impression.
With Matron it was when I took Emily to her room after she'd slipped over outside. Her arm/ wrist was in a quite improbable shape. Matron thought I was about to faint and assumed Emily was bring me to First Aid rather than vice versa. I wasn't even trying for attention. I was so shocked that I accepted it worldlessly. I think I got hot sweet tea out of it, once the ambulance took Emily away.
And with Mum it was when I was running a fierce temperature. To the extent that the faces in the curtains were talking to me. She admitted afterwards that she was really quite worried about me, and considered getting the doctor out. From my memory she didn't. But I treasured the fact that she considered it.
I can honestly say I've never seen a person with a green complexion (assuming they didn't paint themselves green - eg. st patricks day).
I saw a math professor turn quite clearly green, just before half-fainting. He laid on the floor until an ambulance came, and the rest of class was cancelled. He never told us what exactly went wrong, but he was fine by the next class.
In my home town, there was a family from a northern-european country (I forget which one) who all had a somewhat green complexion.
Snicker @ Spexx & Shawnee tag-teaming
Snicker @ Spexx & Shawnee tag-teaming
I'm just the straight man. She's the funny one. :notworthy
Couldn't do it without you, Spexx. :)
You're the Martin to my Rowan, the Abbot to my Costello, the Sonny to my Cher. :lol:
Psssst, Spexx is saying you're not straight.
Fancy some jiggy-jiggy?
In HS when we were driving someone would be giving directions: go straight at the next light.
Well, the response was "go FORWARD never go STRAIGHT." But we were talking about partying, not teh ghey.
And it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that SCHWINNGGGGGG!
Hee hee -
When we would see a STOP AHEAD sign we'd all say "Shoot a freak!"
also - left turns were 'lemons'
And right turns were 'roarers' -
showing my age, aren't I?
Nope, just being incomprehensible!
We used to say "hang a la droite" or "hang a la gauche".
I learned right & left in French well before I got it sorted in English.
(Hang is not French - it was usually "hang a left at the end of the road" etc)
Oddly, as I was typing this, "Together in Electric Dreams" came on the radio.
Which is commensurate with the period I was writing about!
Rarely have this station on - but JB was being interviewed.
we were using drug-speak.
Druggies used to be called 'heads' as in, "Oh, Mike. yeah, he's a real head," and lemon is short for quaaludes (or 714's or 'lemons' as the Lemmon drug co. made them) or 'soapers' for 'soporific'.
Roarers - same thing as 'soaper' I think. ? It's been so long now...
mandies were Mandrax, then there were blue and green abbotts...wow. Loads of drugs, actually. I should've gone into pharmacy.
Because of my self-proclaimed direction dyslexia, it took too long for me to figure out left from right. If my friend were driving I'd say "take a 'my way' or a 'your way.' It got really funny around curves because we'd hold up our hand, fingers together, and make a curvy sign with our hand that corresponded to the curve in the road. "Take a this way."
We'd also say "wanna stop in, say hi?" when what we really were doing was driving by a cute boy's house. We'd run around town stopping in and saying hi, but never getting out of the car.
Ahh, to be young again. :)
Hee hee -
When we would see a STOP AHEAD sign we'd all say "Shoot a freak!"
also - left turns were 'lemons'
And right turns were 'roarers' -
showing my age, aren't I?
for us, rights were rollos and lefts were louies. it's my age too, apparently. It's a good age and a good thing, it's the only one I have.
...we were using drug-speak...quaaludes (or 714's...
I knew a fellow a looooooooooooooong time ago, who had a reeeeeeeeallllllly old pit bulldog. The dog's name, as was evidenced by it being carved ornately into a very nice leather collar, was "Rohr 714".
When we would see a STOP AHEAD sign we'd all say "Shoot a freak!"
When my father would see a "stop ahead" sign, he would put his hand on one of our heads. When we asked him what he was doing, he'd say "I'm stopping a head"
We all had sympathy for the kids near the "slow children playing" sign.
Rohrer's, not Roarers, Miss Brianna.
Rohrer 714 was Quaalude.
I went to college in a town where you could come in Gay and go out High, or come in High and go out Gay.
I'm not telling.
(I tried to find a picture, but every search lands me at the Iron Hill Brewery site, which doesn't have a shot of the street signs, darn them. Every time I see that place I think, "Man, I miss Woolworths, but at least they have beer."
Left: Hang a Larry.
Right: Hang a Ralph.
And we too would always go forward and never straight, perpetuated by our gay friend.
Also, if the light turned red before you made it through the intersection, you had to kiss your hand and touch the roof of the car.
If you go over a railway bridge and there is a train coming you get to make a wish.
And they come true!
My Dad used to indulge me when he was driving me to Milton Keynes to get the coach back to Leicester. There's a really high bridge and you can see the trains coming from quite a distance. If he spotted one he would slow down or speed up accordingly.
Very often I wished, "I wish I wasn't going back to Leicester. I wish I could stay here with my family."
And you see, it came true!
Bloody hell, I wish I'd wished for money.
I went to college in a town where you could come in Gay and go out High, or come in High and go out Gay.
Ahhh. WCSU. When they allowed kegs in the dorms, no doubt.
When my father would see a "stop ahead" sign, he would put his hand on one of our heads. When we asked him what he was doing, he'd say "I'm stopping a head"
We all had sympathy for the kids near the "slow children playing" sign.
My grandma would say...If you see a head, stop it!
There used to be signs on I-70 going into Indiana (my brother went to college there, played football, so we travelled that road a lot.) They had signs that read
Watch Your Speed. We Are. There was a picture of a cop car and copcopter on it and my friend told me she always thought it meant:
Watch Your Speed. We Are Cops! That's always cracked me up for some reason.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
-Jack Handy
Reminds me of the signs for South of the Border, they stretch all across N. and S. Carolina on the way to the road stop.
http://www.thesouthoftheborder.com/2009/03/27/south-carolinas-south-of-the-border-old-fashioned-americana/Your post reminded me of the thrill I still get when travelling North on the M1.
Because the roads divert to many places, at the top of the sigh it simply shows the direction of travel: The North. Recently I've gone by train, and although it's pretty much my fave way to travel (especially in First Class) I miss the excitement of seeing the miles tick away to my destination.
Anyway, then I followed the link - blimey!
Another one of many reasons I'd love to pack some backs and just be driven around America for a couple of months. (Note, not drive myself. Driving in a foreign country would give me The Fear and I have no idea how many otherwise average people do it with no qualms).
(Note, not drive myself. Driving in a foreign country would give me The Fear and I have no idea how many otherwise average people do it with no qualms).
We drink heavily. :cool:
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