Burrito Boy

You must be brain damaged. Def is followed by ense.

This gives me an idea for a new book: Non-Euclidian Hero.

I guess it's time for me to destroy my geek cred by jumping in and saying that I think The Fifth Element is one of the most overrated movies of all time.

"Thank you, Topper. I can kill again. You've given me a reason to live."

Prayers for a speedy recovery.

No offense, Pariah, but this thread is dead to me. I will be boycotting football until the Chargers move back to San Diego.

Cars are symbolic of the direction your life is taking. Parking garages are where cars just sit around so they must symbolize that your life is at a standstill. At least that's what I think.

Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far away? Now I feel the wind blow outside my door, Means I'm leaving my woman behind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind. And I don't know where I'm going. I just want to be left alone. Well, when this train ends I'll try again, But I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind. Train roll on many miles from my home, See, I'm riding my blues away. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free But somehow I've got to carry on. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My woman's gone with the wind.

One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning; I'm headed for a land that's far away Beside the crystal fountains So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There's a land that's fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night. Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers' trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay Oh I'm bound to go Where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall The winds don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railway bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too You can paddle all around them In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin. And you can walk right out again, As soon as you are in. There ain't no short-handled shovels, No axes, saws nor picks, I'm bound to stay Where you sleep all day, Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains ... I'll see you all this coming fall In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

Were you expecting me to pass up a chance to show off my knowledge of Spanish just so I could comment on what I found when I googled those words?

Can you explain to me what the Spanish word for an earthen pot [olla] has to do with anything?

Like sniglets?

BOO! HISS! *throws rotten fruit at Bazza*

Boo! Hiss! *throws rotten fruit at Pariah*

That explains Spiderman's spidey sense. The radioactive spider that bit Peter Parker had just eaten a fly, and passed on the danger sense as well as the spider powers.

Add my belated condolences to the pile, Storn.

Were you referencing this commercial, Old Man? [/youtube.com]

My kingdom for a hamster!

Why would "Piece of Totally Useless $#!t." be a more exalted designation than "godawful freaks of Science"?

Doesn't an emperor outrank a president?

Don't you know that using uncommon weapons makes you memorable?

I wish.

Every year is the same And I feel it again I'm a loser, no chance to win Leaves start fallin' Come down is callin' Loneliness starts sinking in But I'm one I am one And I can see That this is me And I will be You'll all see I'm the one Where do you get Those blue, blue jeans Faded, patched secret so tight? Where do you get That walk oh so lean? Your shoes and your shirt's all just right I'm one I am one And I can see That this is me And I will be You'll all see I'm the one I got a Gibson Without a case But I can't get that even tanned look on my face Ill fitting clothes And I blend in the crowd Fingers so clumsy Voice too loud But I'm one I am one And I can see That this is me And I will be You'll all see I'm the one I'm the one I'm the one