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July 24, 2002 : well hells bells!


Orson just wanted to say:

HAPPY PIONEER DAY, CRASH!

Posted by witchstone at July 24, 2002 09:38 AM


People have said these things about that :

Ah, this is the place. I ask politely, you ask politely, we all ask politely for ICE-CREAM.

Posted by: liam on July 24, 2002 10:54 AM

Fry sauce ice-cream.

Posted by: liam on July 24, 2002 10:57 AM

Surely you mean Tabasco-flecked vanilla ice-cream, à la dong resin, with the fry sauce on the side, perhaps permanently so.

Posted by: Miguel on July 24, 2002 11:05 AM

no monkeys were harmed in the making of this post.

fry sauce ice-cream. thanks, now i'm going to go hurl. puke. spew (or blow) chunks. vomit. throw-up. upchuck. um, that's all i can think of for now.

Posted by: witchstone on July 24, 2002 11:06 AM

purge.

Posted by: Marquis on July 24, 2002 11:16 AM

I scream-a
You scream-a
We all-a scream-a
For ice cream-a.

Posted by: kafkaesque on July 24, 2002 11:19 AM

i prefer "yak".

"Aw, man, I think that shrimp cocktail was turned. I'm gonna go yak."

Posted by: jpoulos on July 24, 2002 11:22 AM

I think "Hork" has a nice ring to it. Summons visions of drifting lazily along the canals of Venice in the halcyon days of yesteryear, racing on furniture polish and malt liquor, casually vomiting over the lithe forearms of your guide, Luigi.

Posted by: kafkaesque on July 24, 2002 11:31 AM

except in my case i didn't make it over the side, it all ended up in luigi's lap. all 3 1/2 pounds of it.

Posted by: witchstone on July 24, 2002 11:33 AM

Of mormons and monkeys: My favorite place in Salt Lake City is a great antiquarian bookstore, run by a man who ran with the Monkey Wrench Gang.

Posted by: liam on July 24, 2002 11:43 AM

huh. it's possible to have a favorite place in salt lake city?

and crash, see if i ever dedicate a thread to you again! *shakes fist*

Posted by: witchstone on July 24, 2002 11:49 AM

See, I don't roll out of bed until 8:30 Mountain Time, then I jump straight into the shower, get out, dry off, get dressed, run to the car, and drive twenty-six miles to work. The upshot of all this is that I usually don't see any new posts until 9:30-10:00 or so, when I slide into my comfy chair at work and settle in for some surfin'.

But thanks for thinking of me anyway. I did enjoy the sparse traffic en route to work today (I only get holidays when the stock markets are closed.)

(And no, it's not possible to have a "favorite place" in Salt Lake. One has a "least objectionable" place.)

Posted by: Crash on July 24, 2002 12:01 PM

you weighed it?

Posted by: jpoulos on July 24, 2002 12:16 PM

you weighed it?

of course not, luigi did. who said romance is dead?

Posted by: witchstone on July 24, 2002 12:24 PM

Definitely "barf". All puking, yakking, horking and other such unapproved activities shall cease henceforth.

Posted by: walrus on July 24, 2002 12:30 PM

i'm really more partial to "the technicolor yawn."

Posted by: eyeballkid on July 24, 2002 01:02 PM

I prefer "throwing groceries."

Posted by: brittney on July 24, 2002 01:05 PM

"Talking to god on the big white telephone"

And...whoa!

Posted by: liam on July 24, 2002 01:37 PM

"Calling Huey" is always nice.

or "driving the porcelain bus"

Posted by: kafkaesque on July 24, 2002 01:38 PM

"Regurgitation." Kind of makes it sound pretty.

Posted by: ColdChef on July 24, 2002 01:43 PM

Shall I regurgitate upon thee
In summer, as hand in hand
We stroll through the lilacs,
Surrounded by kinkajous?

Posted by: kafkaesque on July 24, 2002 01:46 PM

"throwing groceries" rocks hard. yes!

Posted by: jpoulos on July 24, 2002 01:46 PM

"technicolor yawn" has always been a favorite of mine..

Posted by: jonmc on July 24, 2002 01:48 PM

One man drives the porcelain bus
Another hugs the porcelain queen.

It's all just "talking Norwegian".

Posted by: liam on July 24, 2002 02:24 PM

I see we're all experts at reliving our previous meal.

Posted by: eyeballkid on July 24, 2002 02:25 PM

As long as it contains carrot I suppose it's ok.

Posted by: walrus on July 24, 2002 02:27 PM

i once vomited cinnamon bears and red wine. i can still drink wine, but i'm afraid the cinnamon bears have fallen by the wayside.

Posted by: witchstone on July 24, 2002 02:36 PM

I didn't realize "Ralph" was a pioneer.
Here was lunch, yet no link so memories only, crash, Pioneer Chicken, Out of Buisness, blame the economy.

Posted by: thomcatspike on July 24, 2002 02:40 PM

I'm sure you all know that when alcohol is involved in the forced eviction of stomach effluvia, it's merely "a casual reverse drink."

Posted by: MarsCrash on July 24, 2002 04:12 PM

I've always thought of it as praying to the nice cool floor god...but ya know, I'm weird. :)

Posted by: dejah420 on July 24, 2002 05:48 PM

I always heard "talking to Ralph and Earl" when I was a kid.
That, and "pavement pizza".

Posted by: ChaosKitty on July 27, 2002 09:34 PM

I'm surprised this thread could go on long without the humble "chunder", (which is best delivered with over-done auzzie-style enunciation, like the crocodile hunter himself : "chun-dah.")

Tabsaco on vanilla ice cream kicks ass, you should all give it a whirl.

Posted by: dong_resin on July 27, 2002 09:50 PM

"Chun-dah" works because it's onomatopoeic. Much like "ralph".

Posted by: jpoulos on July 27, 2002 10:04 PM
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