zing

why thank you very much, guys, i was that mod
(and yeah that was the thread)

I guess he thought I locked the thread & tempbanned him. Fwiw apparently he is remorseful. Hate seein the dude get kicked so much round the place, he's a real bro IRL.

we're all real bros IRL

i just think he's a spirited dude w/ the knack for a good challop and that makes for a lightning rod poster is how i break it down to an extent

nah you right

no hate from my direction

ayo, i like dude too, but this a thread for ZINGS not hugs. Let's keep it neg.

you like drowning girls

^^^board lawyer with fingers in every pie

youre wordy

board lawyer with fingers in every pie

cometotoronto.jpg

one sweet day that will be the best anyone can do xp

noodle, you're probably my favourite ilxor but DAMMIT if you don't look like a slightly more in-shape version of Shaun Murphy, snooker player

lol slightly less in-shape.

He looks more like my little bro, honest.

take it here snoozeballs

lazy zing catalog

megaxpost, I wasn't trying to zing Whiney, for what it's worth. I try not to consciously zing people (although I do, lamely, sometimes) because I used to have a boss who would do really lame zings and then get in my face and go "zzzzing!". It wasn't as funny as it may sound.

"The zings that scarred me for life"

The zings we hear make us want to chop off our ears

all the zings she said running thru my head

crazy little zing called love

i'd like to teach the world to zing

im on dis zing no hype lol

i'd like to teach the world to zing

― estela, Tuesday, March 10, 2009 7:21 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

^^ every little zing she does is magic

you've been listening to too much z(t)ing.

sultans of zing

yeah Z S i guess it wasn't really a zing, there was just something really droll and funny to me about how you said it, maybe i shoulda taken it to some lol thread.

your honour,

http://www.agsm.edu.au/bobm/gif/markverstandig.jpg

i'm glad we could come to an unverstandig

haaaaaaaa

quality

why people are on his dick for the shitty Tribe albums, Labcabincalifornia, and the post-Paul De La albums is beyond me. Common? ugh fuck that guy

― One of the Most High Profile Comedy Directors of the 90s (Shakey Mo Collier), Monday, March 16, 2009 3:30 PM Bookmark

shakey congrats on not liking stuff

― hope this helps (Granny Dainger), Monday, March 16, 2009 3:56 PM Bookmark

big up

shakey was otm tho

over/under on shakey actually having pissed on a grave before?

ha i know this was referenced above but this was A+

how many children would you molest to see michael jackson in concert in 2009?
Message Bookmarked
answers denominated in the international language of love, sexually abused children

Poll Results
Option Votes
would molest if i wouldn't get caught 1
1 - 10 1
200 - 300 1
wouldn't molest 0
300 - 500 0
100 - 200 0
60 - 100 0
40 - 60 0
20 - 40 0
10 - 20 0
500 - 1000 0

― ilxor, Tuesday, March 10, 2009 1:44 AM (6 days ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

I don't know, but the number "51" flashed in my head for some reason

― blappy gilmore (Whiney G. Weingarten), Tuesday, March 10, 2009 2:08 AM (6 days ago)

when zings meet fan fiction (aka longest zing evar)...

Getting down on the D by Ugly Ed

Pipecock/[Name Suppressed]

Disclaimer: This is a work of non-profit amateur fan fiction written just for fun. No infringement is meant on the rights of [Name Suppressed] Fitzqerald, Tom Cox, FXHE records, The Belleville Three or anybody else. No profit is being made by this story.

([Name Suppressed])

I was lying on the bed in my room next to Pipecock. After our moments of passion he had fallen asleep. I felt somehow strange. I had had so many bad times with him that the fact that we became lovers was almost unbelievable. Remembering some our arguments and flamewars made me think about the oddness of my relationship with Pipecock. I’ve spent years convincing trying to make myself believe that I hate him to hide my admiration for him. His neckbeard now wet with love- sweat and man juice, his sapphire eyes, now closed in his sleep… All the past years I had tried to hate him in vain when all I had really wanted was to touch him, feel him close to me, love him.

*Flashback:*

Pipecock was on a high. All week the props had been pouring in to Infinitestatemachine from real cats all over the globe who shared his passion for the true, soulful shit from the soul/disco continuum. He could feel that his time was coming – any day now he would finally have crushed the evil forces of rave and the world would acknowledge that he and he alone was the saviour of Detroit and his name would be enshrined above even that of Juan Atkins. Sweetest of all was the fact that his arch-rival and nemesis [Name Suppressed] ‘Minimal’ Fitzgerald had retired from blogging. His famous cock, virtually brandished wherever dance music was discussed, thickened in his shapeless brown pants at the thought of this final victory. And tonight he would savour his triumph in the sweetest possible way – Omar-S was playing Pittsburgh, and he was playing at Realshitforrealcats, Pipecock’s own club night.

That night, after several hours of the choicest cuts, the dancefloor was packed, many new faces were there, evidence that Pipecock’s crusade rolled on, gathering more and more momentum with every passing day. Evidence that all those years spent relentlessly pursuing retards on messageboards were paying off. The music surged in his veins and he bobbed his head even more fiercely than before. Suddenly the music changed – a thin, reedy and impossibly sweet riff clanged out over the crowded dancefloor. Pipecock felt a strange feeling come over him – he wanted to put his hands in the air and jump up and down really fast. Then an overdriven organ surged in over a pounding electro bassline. Pipecock’s body twitched with a fierce passion that seemed to come from outside him. He was a slave to the rave!

The last bars of Booka Shade faded out and, drenched in sweat and utterly overcome by a mixture of elation and disgust, Pipecock’s legs gave way and he clutched at the nearest body for support. Dimly, he heard a soft Irish brogue say “I never expected to see you like this”. Realisation slowly dawning on him, he looked up: “Fitzgerald!” he gasped.

But before the two rivals could begin ransacking their stores of epithets they were distracted – Omar was playing “The art of stalking”!

“Our troubles can wait, [Name Suppressed]” said Pipecock, “Let’s dance!” The next five hours were a whirl of limbs, grins and vintage synths. Time after time Omar dropped something that satisfied both Pipecock’s need for authenticity and [Name Suppressed]’s convoluted contrarianism. They wanted to scowl at each other but just couldn’t. Gradually [Name Suppressed] began to notice the powerful masculine contractions Pipecock’s stocky body went into when the snares hit, and Pipecock couldn’t help but be charmed by the young Irishman’s slender frame swaying, eyes closed in rapture, during the breakdowns. In the churning confusion of the floor the brush of body against body gradually became something more lingering. As Omar closed out the set with the Ugly Edit of Jill Scott’s “Slowly, surely” the two suddenly stopped, frozen and face to face on the floor, neither quite daring to say what needed to be said.

***TO BE CONTINUED***

― Ugly Ed, Tuesday, March 17, 2009 5:42 AM (5 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

Getting down on the D by Ugly Ed - PART 2

Pipecock/[Name Suppressed]

Disclaimer: This is a work of non-profit amateur fan fiction written just for fun. No infringement is meant on the rights of [Name Suppressed] Fitzqerald, Tom Cox, FXHE records, The Belleville Three or anybody else. No profit is being made by this story.

The music faded away and still the two stood there like two samurai locked in a battle of wills, except theirs was a battle of the love that dare not speak it’s name – the love of Europe for America and vice versa. Suddenly a voice echoed through the club.

“Is that? Is that? THE GHOST OF LARRY LEVAN????”

“Yes [Name Suppressed], it is I” said the ghost. “As you can see I have stopped the vinyl of time and everyone else in this club is frozen. Only the two of you can see me, and when I’ve finished talking and restarted the music of life, all will be as before and no-one will know of this save the two of you.”

“But, but…”

“QUIET PIPECOCK!” bellowed the ghost, “I am not some n00b that you can shout down with all caps. I am Larry Levan and I shall be heard. [Name Suppressed]! Smirk not! You are as guilty as he. Both of you have been gathered here for your sins against disco. You, Pipecock have strayed from the truth of your love for music by the desire for recognition and you seek to claim other people’s music for your own. This is not your place! Not only that but your love for Detroit has blinded you to the glories of other forms of music. Seek not to impose outside criteria on the groove, for the groove is just the groove and needs no other justification.”

Pipecock shuffled his feet and looked at the ground, chastened. This was Larry Levan! How could he argue?

“You, [Name Suppressed], have also strayed. You are too caught up in the creation of an ‘interesting’ viewpoint on music. You say things you don’t really mean and twist yourself up with thoughts of what your tastes say about you, instead of just feeling.”

“But most of all, both of you, you have not just sinned against music, you have sinned against love. Yes, L-O-V-E. You love each other, and want each other, but all the hate has blinded you to this. Let the scales drop from your eyes, and embrace one another. Then go home and make pumping man-love to the sounds of Donato Dozzy. This I command!”

***TO BE CONTINUED***

― Ugly Ed, Tuesday, March 17, 2009 6:49 AM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

tl; dz

the posts that had to be made.

^^

Ugly Ed should post at literotica.com. He'd be legendary there.

do i get to be in it :=(

omg my uncle told me about those dudes (sid & marty krofft) just a couple months ago but i never got the chance to check them out

for the uninitiated -

-- deeznuts, Friday, 30 May 2008 16:39 (2 hours ago) Link

wait, so you are like, 14 year-old or something. what is up with you youth these days??

― dell, Friday, May 30, 2008 8:38 PM (9 months ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

im 14 because i have an uncle, or because im not innately familiar w/ 1970s television?

we are doing fine btw

― deeznuts, Friday, May 30, 2008 8:42 PM (9 months ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

ouch, zinged by deeznuts

bob's yr uncle

i'm nearing on 30 now and i have no fucking idea about hr puffnstuff. what is wrong with old people these days?

ok i need to take a goddamn nap i just looked at the still of that youtube and i swear puffnstuff waved at me

big hoos aka the snakerider

puffnstuff is one of those terrible things that awful stoners have appropriated

"look how TRIPPY it is, this was a KIDS program, i bet they were on ACID, isnt that cool, he have u heard the new INFECTED MUSHROOM cd"

okay so, i am nto a huge sid & marty krofft dweeb or anything (at ALL) but a few friends of mine gave me one of their late seventies shows that never got off the ground--four episodes of BIG FOOT & WILDBOY, in which Bigfoot & his adopted feral child stop a vampire cult, rampaging mummy, etc. Not many puppets, but really bad effects. so yeah, just sayin.

it's pretty horrible.