Coda
Well-known member
I mean, great choice, but Storm is dead. Maybe you can get Aubrey to come out of semi-retirement though
Buzzkill.
CONTEST It's Labor Day in the US, so ...
- Thread starter fig
- Start date
CONTEST
Buzzkill.
Feral Feline
Well-known member
When the forum posting is slow fig’ll
start a contest, making us all wriggle
makes no sense so don’t ask why
do as fig says, can’t win if you don’t try
and in-between builds we’ve all had a good giggle.
start a contest, making us all wriggle
makes no sense so don’t ask why
do as fig says, can’t win if you don’t try
and in-between builds we’ve all had a good giggle.
Bricksnbeatles
Member known well
I'm sorry to have killed your buzz
That's what mentioning death often does
It's probably smart
to do your own album art
Perhaps you should go build a fuzz
Pauleo1214
Well-known member
Dang, I posted a long joke and everyone's doing poetry!
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
cwsquared
Well-known member
Maybe if he had tried to trade "pan" for food he would have succeeded.
Bricksnbeatles
Member known well
There once was a ring modulator
That made my guitar sound like Vader
But I wanted more
I’m a ring mod wh*re
I’ve no time for those damn ring mod haters!
That made my guitar sound like Vader
But I wanted more
I’m a ring mod wh*re
I’ve no time for those damn ring mod haters!
Mentaltossflycoon
Well-known member
We used to find nugs in the tip jar at a cafe I worked at in college. Generous degenerates. We had an ice cream window and I gave this visibly baked teenager an obscenely large scoop and he threw the entire ziplok in the jar.
andare
Well-known member
Not if you know the secret move...
Feral Feline
Well-known member
The wriggle referred to in post #62?
fig
Village Idiot
The day is over, so let’s labor no longer on this labor-free contest, and give out some gift code groove.
The winner of the $115 PedalPCB gift is comment #25, made by @delayed .
Congratulations! Now don’t go spend it all on those new TL072s or or J113s I saw in the shop (unless you want to).
Thanks to everyone for playing along, and to our ever-gracious host for providing sanctuary.
Now go build something! Why? Because I said so!
The winner of the $115 PedalPCB gift is comment #25, made by @delayed .
Congratulations! Now don’t go spend it all on those new TL072s or or J113s I saw in the shop (unless you want to).
Thanks to everyone for playing along, and to our ever-gracious host for providing sanctuary.
Now go build something! Why? Because I said so!
fig
Village Idiot
Countdown initiated…begin pre-load sequence…standby…
Bricksnbeatles
Member known well
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Bricksnbeatles
Member known well
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Cybercow
Well-known member
Please remember to close all parenthesis. We're not paying to air condition the entire paragraph.
The Ambiguous Writer and His Foolhardy Pen - (m'sef)
Pick up a pen and loose control.
(The writer challenged his vey soul!)
So he grabbed up his ball point and checked it for ink
And sat right down and began to think.
First he fumbled and doodled and began to sweat,
Then wondered if he'd thought of anything yet.
So he leaned on back in his folding chair
And stretched real hard whilst yawning some air.
Then he looked inside that brain of his.
When he did he cried "Is that all there is?"
In disdain he pointed his pen to his head
And pulled on its trigger 'til he thought he was dead.
All went dark like looking through mud,
As he hit the floor with a crash and a thud!
Then he jumped to his feet with surprise in his eyes,
For he'd fallen asleep he realized.
He unfolded his pride and picked up his chair
Ignoring the thought of yawning more air.
He looked around, and retrieved his pen,
And sat back down and tried it again.
He tried to be clever in spite of his wit,
But his pen up and told him "You're just full of shit!"
For the ambiguous writer and his foolhardy pen
Have gone off and written a poem again.
The Ambiguous Writer and His Foolhardy Pen - (m'sef)
Pick up a pen and loose control.
(The writer challenged his vey soul!)
So he grabbed up his ball point and checked it for ink
And sat right down and began to think.
First he fumbled and doodled and began to sweat,
Then wondered if he'd thought of anything yet.
So he leaned on back in his folding chair
And stretched real hard whilst yawning some air.
Then he looked inside that brain of his.
When he did he cried "Is that all there is?"
In disdain he pointed his pen to his head
And pulled on its trigger 'til he thought he was dead.
All went dark like looking through mud,
As he hit the floor with a crash and a thud!
Then he jumped to his feet with surprise in his eyes,
For he'd fallen asleep he realized.
He unfolded his pride and picked up his chair
Ignoring the thought of yawning more air.
He looked around, and retrieved his pen,
And sat back down and tried it again.
He tried to be clever in spite of his wit,
But his pen up and told him "You're just full of shit!"
For the ambiguous writer and his foolhardy pen
Have gone off and written a poem again.
to our gracious hosts and great leaders.