F. Scott Fitzgerald declared Gatsby to be Great, so it went without saying that Mr. Bonaventure's tea cup was also Great, for it held approximately 12 fluid ounces of liquid -- a full 50% more than an actual cup. This tea cup was also Great because it increased the specific enthalpy of any liquid poured into its confines by approximately 13%. That is, instead of h = u + Pv, the cup locally altered the laws of thermodynamics so that h = 1.13 * (h = u + Pv).
The implications of this intriguing property were clear: by running a constant stream of any liquid in and out of the cup, one would increase the energy contained within said stream by 13% without any cost whatsoever, thereby providing an unlimited supply of energy. Had Mr. Bonaventure realized this before his untimely death, he may have been remembered as the man who ended the Great Self-Imposed Energy Crisis of the 21st Century.
Unfortunately for Mr. Bonaventure -- and, indeed, for us all -- he died from a massive aneurysm three days before he would have discovered the Great cup on the top shelf of his pantry, where it had spontaneously materialized a week earlier when the comet 178P/Hug-Bell passed the point of equidistance between Mars and Jupiter. Some prime number of seconds after his death, the Great cup abruptly vanished from the shelf, and is now orbiting a yet-undiscovered planet in the outer reaches of galaxy TN J0924-2201, along with the left-hand hamate bone of F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Time Zones
d0wnwardsp1ral: is in Milwaukee. Bokonon79 is in Boston. Timestamps are EST.
[19:54] d0wnwardsp1ral: american gladiators!
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: which means i have to endure 5 more min of deal or no deal
[19:55] Bokonon79: OH NO
[19:55] Bokonon79: INTELLIGENCE--
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: are you watching?
[19:55] Bokonon79: nope!
[19:55] Bokonon79: !INTELLIGENCE--
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: UNACCEPTABLE
[19:55] Bokonon79: wait
[19:55] Bokonon79: I thought american gladiators was at 9
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: 8-10 debut, i guess
[19:55] Bokonon79: I'll check
[19:56] Bokonon79: Nope
[19:56] Bokonon79: deal or no deal, 7-9
[19:56] Bokonon79: 2 HOURS FOR SOME REASON
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: oh
[19:56] Bokonon79: American Gladiators
[19:56] Bokonon79: 9-11
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: TIME ZONES
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: i was like
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: 9?
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: it doesn't come on in an hour
[19:56] Bokonon79: it does
[19:56] Bokonon79: 8-10 central
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: oh
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: wtf
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahahahahah
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahahah
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: i looked at the clock on my computer
[19:56] Bokonon79: hahahahahahaha
[19:56] Bokonon79: I KNEW IT
[19:57] Bokonon79: I was like
[19:57] Bokonon79: he's so looking at his computer clock
[19:57] Bokonon79: but I'll let him figure it out
[19:57] d0wnwardsp1ral: goddammit
[19:54] d0wnwardsp1ral: american gladiators!
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: which means i have to endure 5 more min of deal or no deal
[19:55] Bokonon79: OH NO
[19:55] Bokonon79: INTELLIGENCE--
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: are you watching?
[19:55] Bokonon79: nope!
[19:55] Bokonon79: !INTELLIGENCE--
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: UNACCEPTABLE
[19:55] Bokonon79: wait
[19:55] Bokonon79: I thought american gladiators was at 9
[19:55] d0wnwardsp1ral: 8-10 debut, i guess
[19:55] Bokonon79: I'll check
[19:56] Bokonon79: Nope
[19:56] Bokonon79: deal or no deal, 7-9
[19:56] Bokonon79: 2 HOURS FOR SOME REASON
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: oh
[19:56] Bokonon79: American Gladiators
[19:56] Bokonon79: 9-11
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: TIME ZONES
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: i was like
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: 9?
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: it doesn't come on in an hour
[19:56] Bokonon79: it does
[19:56] Bokonon79: 8-10 central
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: oh
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: wtf
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahahahahah
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahahah
[19:56] d0wnwardsp1ral: i looked at the clock on my computer
[19:56] Bokonon79: hahahahahahaha
[19:56] Bokonon79: I KNEW IT
[19:57] Bokonon79: I was like
[19:57] Bokonon79: he's so looking at his computer clock
[19:57] Bokonon79: but I'll let him figure it out
[19:57] d0wnwardsp1ral: goddammit
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?
First question: In what month is Columbus Day celebrated?
d0wnwardsp1ral: I don't know when most holidays are... I don't know when Columbus Day is, I don't know when Labor Day is, I don't know when the 4th of July is...
Bokonon79: Can I quote you on that?
d0wnwardsp1ral: huh?
Bokonon79: BLOGGED*
* Conversation converted from real life to AIM.
d0wnwardsp1ral: I don't know when most holidays are... I don't know when Columbus Day is, I don't know when Labor Day is, I don't know when the 4th of July is...
Bokonon79: Can I quote you on that?
d0wnwardsp1ral: huh?
Bokonon79: BLOGGED*
* Conversation converted from real life to AIM.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
My Christmas Pageant
JESUS finds himself in an intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, absent-mindedly holding a Happy Meal in his left hand. Hundreds of SANTA's elves are scurrying this way and that, carrying half-finished toys, unpainted candy-canes, and other soon-to-be Christmas paraphenalia. One of them bumps into SANTA as he wanders into the fray with a oversized blowtorch.
SANTA: Hello, Jesus. How are you?
JESUS: Good, good. How are you, Santa?
SANTA: Same-old-same-old... busiest time of the year, you know.
JESUS: Yeah, I hear ya. Big birthday coming up and all... doesn't seem like it's been 5311 years but hey.
SANTA: Yeah. Hey, this small talk is boring the hell out of me.
With a single, agile move, SANTA blasts JESUS with his blowtorch, igniting most of his hair into a healthy blaze.
JESUS: [laughing] Oh man, I'm sorry. Let's get this party started.
SANTA: Bueno... ¿Has mirado como beben los peces en el rio?
An elf presents SANTA with a two-headed Barbie doll and looks for his instruction. SANTA scoops up the elf and swallows him whole.
JESUS: No he mirado nada. El rio está en fuego, entonces está lleno de sangre.
SANTA: ¡¿De veras?! [burps]
JESUS: Sí, es la verdad, pero mis hermanas están escondidas al dentro de la tierra.
SANTA: Pasa así de vez en cuando. Una vez, el Gran Borrador de Sicilia se escondía por dos meses, pero no le gustó los caminos invisibles.
JESUS: Perfecto. ¡Vamos a estar borrachos!
SANTA: Por supuesto.
JESUS and SANTA exit the intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic. As they leave, the smoke from JESUS' burning beard begins to take the form of the QUEEN OF SPADES.
QUEEN OF SPADES: All of you have gained thirteen points! If any of you now have over one hundred points, the player with the fewest number of points shall be declared the winner. If more than one person is tied for the fewest number of points, there shall a tiebreaker, as follows.
The QUEEN OF SPADES motions toward UMBERTO ECO, who has begun to descend from the ceiling atop a Pillsbury Crescent Roll.
UMBERTO ECO: La Nombre de la Rosa es Yolanda.
QUEEN OF SPADES: Whosoever is tied for the lowest point total shall engage in a debate about the merits of classic Trivial Pursuit versus Trivial Pursuit: Totally 80s Edition. Whosoever wins the debate (as determined by the biblical representation of King Solomon) shall be declared the winner. Whomsoever I've cured, I've sickened now. Whomsoever I've cradled, I've put you down. I'm a searchlight soul they say, but I can't see it in the night; I'm only faking when I get it right.
The scene falls to black for a moment. When the light returns, the scene is no longer the intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic; it has become an endless sea of discarded Butterfinger wrappers. Suddenly, BUD SELIG and DAVID STERN fly into view at supersonic speeds, eventually colliding with each other and producing an earth-sundering explosion. Unfazed and unhurt, SELIG and STERN immediately jump to their feet and assume sparring stances.
SELIG: WAAAAAAAAHH-
STERN: HRRRRRUUUUUUHHHHH-
The two engage in a brutal deathmatch. SELIG opens the bout by slicing off STERN's left arm with his 3-foot-long thumbnail. STERN responds by removing his own stomach and, using his esophagus as a whip, flailing SELIG mercilessly. The fight continues in this manner for several minutes, during which various limbs and organs perish and several hundred gallons of blood are spilled onto the set. At some point, a hacksaw measuring 57 inches in diameter mounted at the end of a pendulum begins swinging back and forth, providing an additional obstacle and increasing the general level of carnage. In the finale, STERN's head manages to leap onto SELIG's pancreas and stab it repeatedly with what used to be SELIG's left femur. This ends the fight, but STERN's victory quickly becomes a moot point after a 48,019-pound barracuda casually ingests his head as it floats across the set. There is silence for 8 seconds before PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH presses CTRL+ALT+DELETE on the Iraq War.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Freedom.exe: This program is not responding. To return to Windows and check the status of the program, click Cancel. If you choose to end the program immediately, you will lose any unsaved data. To end the program now, click End Now.
The President snickers and clicks the mouse.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: You chose to end the nonresponsive program Freedom.exe.
KING CHENEY XIII: My kingdom 'tis of thee, sweet land of misery, of thee I sing!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Please tell Microsoft about this program. Send Error Report. Don't send. Hmmmm.
KING CHENEY XIII: My array of 4,591 hearts shall make me immortal!!!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: I really can't decide what to do, and I must uphold my public image as the Decider, who Decides.
KING CHENEY XIII: More hearts! More brains! More gall bladders!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: In trying times like this, I always turn to the Good Book.
JESUS: Conozco un libro bueno.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Oh really? ¿Cuál libro es?
JESUS: Es un libro de Umberto Eco, "La Nombre de la Rosa."
UMBERTO ECO: La Nombre de la Rosa es Yolanda.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: You bastard! You just ruined the Good Book!
KING CHENEY XIII: And more glucose-rich blood and oxygen so that my mitochondria may produce ever more adenosine triphosphate!
SANTA: Okay, all together now!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be?
KING CHENEY XIII: And I shall create a device to transform the neurological impulses that trigger happiness into oil!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me. Que será, será -- whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see...
KING CHENEY XIII: With all of the blood and organs and oil, I shall become the north star Polaris!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] ...que será, será.
SANTA: Hello, Jesus. How are you?
JESUS: Good, good. How are you, Santa?
SANTA: Same-old-same-old... busiest time of the year, you know.
JESUS: Yeah, I hear ya. Big birthday coming up and all... doesn't seem like it's been 5311 years but hey.
SANTA: Yeah. Hey, this small talk is boring the hell out of me.
With a single, agile move, SANTA blasts JESUS with his blowtorch, igniting most of his hair into a healthy blaze.
JESUS: [laughing] Oh man, I'm sorry. Let's get this party started.
SANTA: Bueno... ¿Has mirado como beben los peces en el rio?
An elf presents SANTA with a two-headed Barbie doll and looks for his instruction. SANTA scoops up the elf and swallows him whole.
JESUS: No he mirado nada. El rio está en fuego, entonces está lleno de sangre.
SANTA: ¡¿De veras?! [burps]
JESUS: Sí, es la verdad, pero mis hermanas están escondidas al dentro de la tierra.
SANTA: Pasa así de vez en cuando. Una vez, el Gran Borrador de Sicilia se escondía por dos meses, pero no le gustó los caminos invisibles.
JESUS: Perfecto. ¡Vamos a estar borrachos!
SANTA: Por supuesto.
JESUS and SANTA exit the intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic. As they leave, the smoke from JESUS' burning beard begins to take the form of the QUEEN OF SPADES.
QUEEN OF SPADES: All of you have gained thirteen points! If any of you now have over one hundred points, the player with the fewest number of points shall be declared the winner. If more than one person is tied for the fewest number of points, there shall a tiebreaker, as follows.
The QUEEN OF SPADES motions toward UMBERTO ECO, who has begun to descend from the ceiling atop a Pillsbury Crescent Roll.
UMBERTO ECO: La Nombre de la Rosa es Yolanda.
QUEEN OF SPADES: Whosoever is tied for the lowest point total shall engage in a debate about the merits of classic Trivial Pursuit versus Trivial Pursuit: Totally 80s Edition. Whosoever wins the debate (as determined by the biblical representation of King Solomon) shall be declared the winner. Whomsoever I've cured, I've sickened now. Whomsoever I've cradled, I've put you down. I'm a searchlight soul they say, but I can't see it in the night; I'm only faking when I get it right.
The scene falls to black for a moment. When the light returns, the scene is no longer the intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic, intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic; it has become an endless sea of discarded Butterfinger wrappers. Suddenly, BUD SELIG and DAVID STERN fly into view at supersonic speeds, eventually colliding with each other and producing an earth-sundering explosion. Unfazed and unhurt, SELIG and STERN immediately jump to their feet and assume sparring stances.
SELIG: WAAAAAAAAHH-
STERN: HRRRRRUUUUUUHHHHH-
The two engage in a brutal deathmatch. SELIG opens the bout by slicing off STERN's left arm with his 3-foot-long thumbnail. STERN responds by removing his own stomach and, using his esophagus as a whip, flailing SELIG mercilessly. The fight continues in this manner for several minutes, during which various limbs and organs perish and several hundred gallons of blood are spilled onto the set. At some point, a hacksaw measuring 57 inches in diameter mounted at the end of a pendulum begins swinging back and forth, providing an additional obstacle and increasing the general level of carnage. In the finale, STERN's head manages to leap onto SELIG's pancreas and stab it repeatedly with what used to be SELIG's left femur. This ends the fight, but STERN's victory quickly becomes a moot point after a 48,019-pound barracuda casually ingests his head as it floats across the set. There is silence for 8 seconds before PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH presses CTRL+ALT+DELETE on the Iraq War.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Freedom.exe: This program is not responding. To return to Windows and check the status of the program, click Cancel. If you choose to end the program immediately, you will lose any unsaved data. To end the program now, click End Now.
The President snickers and clicks the mouse.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: You chose to end the nonresponsive program Freedom.exe.
KING CHENEY XIII: My kingdom 'tis of thee, sweet land of misery, of thee I sing!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Please tell Microsoft about this program. Send Error Report. Don't send. Hmmmm.
KING CHENEY XIII: My array of 4,591 hearts shall make me immortal!!!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: I really can't decide what to do, and I must uphold my public image as the Decider, who Decides.
KING CHENEY XIII: More hearts! More brains! More gall bladders!
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: In trying times like this, I always turn to the Good Book.
JESUS: Conozco un libro bueno.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: Oh really? ¿Cuál libro es?
JESUS: Es un libro de Umberto Eco, "La Nombre de la Rosa."
UMBERTO ECO: La Nombre de la Rosa es Yolanda.
PRESIDENT GEORGE X. BUSH: You bastard! You just ruined the Good Book!
KING CHENEY XIII: And more glucose-rich blood and oxygen so that my mitochondria may produce ever more adenosine triphosphate!
SANTA: Okay, all together now!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be?
KING CHENEY XIII: And I shall create a device to transform the neurological impulses that trigger happiness into oil!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me. Que será, será -- whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see...
KING CHENEY XIII: With all of the blood and organs and oil, I shall become the north star Polaris!
ALL EXCEPT CHENEY: [singing] ...que será, será.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
A Thorough Analysis of Contemporary Parking Meter Technology
Bokonon79: http://www.boston.com/news/globe/city_region/breaking_news/ 2006/10/solarpowered_pa.html
Bokonon79: what the fuck?
d0wnwardsp1ral: yeah
Bokonon79: solar powered in boston?
Bokonon79: doesn't a credit card system consume a lot of power?
d0wnwardsp1ral: i assume not
Bokonon79: I mean, it has to make a network connection of some sort
Bokonon79: you could probably bork one by swiping a card repeatedly and then canceling the transaction
d0wnwardsp1ral: you don't need power for that
Bokonon79: OH RIGHT
Bokonon79: ETHERNET = POWERED BY THE ETHER
d0wnwardsp1ral: can't you use that really low-power broadband thing?
d0wnwardsp1ral: what's it called
Bokonon79: oh
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's got a funny name
Bokonon79: the thing JJD invented?
d0wnwardsp1ral: no
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's real
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's like
d0wnwardsp1ral: hrmmmm
d0wnwardsp1ral: what is it called
Bokonon79: WIMAX
Bokonon79: JEA
Bokonon79: JPEN
Bokonon79: PROTECT AMERICA
d0wnwardsp1ral: oh right
Bokonon79: AEGON
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's called
d0wnwardsp1ral: THE SCORING ENGINE
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: IT DOES EVERYTHING
d0wnwardsp1ral: zigbee
d0wnwardsp1ral: i knew it was some stupid weird name
Bokonon79: oh that thing
d0wnwardsp1ral: i guess it's not broadband
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's wireless
Bokonon79: yeah
Bokonon79: zigbee = supersmall wireless transmitter
Bokonon79: which I imagine could actually work
Bokonon79: although actually if you had a powered ethernet line
Bokonon79: that could work too
d0wnwardsp1ral: or if you had a midget
d0wnwardsp1ral: running back and forth
Bokonon79: YES
d0wnwardsp1ral: from the thing
Bokonon79: fricken midgets
d0wnwardsp1ral: to the credit card company
Bokonon79: BECAUSE MIDGETS CAN MOVE INFINITELY FAST
Bokonon79: A = F/M
Bokonon79: M-->0!!!!
Bokonon79: (SAY SOMETHING FUNNY, I WANT TO BLOG THIS)
d0wnwardsp1ral: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Bokonon79: BRILLIANT
Bokonon79: what the fuck?
d0wnwardsp1ral: yeah
Bokonon79: solar powered in boston?
Bokonon79: doesn't a credit card system consume a lot of power?
d0wnwardsp1ral: i assume not
Bokonon79: I mean, it has to make a network connection of some sort
Bokonon79: you could probably bork one by swiping a card repeatedly and then canceling the transaction
d0wnwardsp1ral: you don't need power for that
Bokonon79: OH RIGHT
Bokonon79: ETHERNET = POWERED BY THE ETHER
d0wnwardsp1ral: can't you use that really low-power broadband thing?
d0wnwardsp1ral: what's it called
Bokonon79: oh
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's got a funny name
Bokonon79: the thing JJD invented?
d0wnwardsp1ral: no
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's real
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's like
d0wnwardsp1ral: hrmmmm
d0wnwardsp1ral: what is it called
Bokonon79: WIMAX
Bokonon79: JEA
Bokonon79: JPEN
Bokonon79: PROTECT AMERICA
d0wnwardsp1ral: oh right
Bokonon79: AEGON
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's called
d0wnwardsp1ral: THE SCORING ENGINE
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: IT DOES EVERYTHING
d0wnwardsp1ral: zigbee
d0wnwardsp1ral: i knew it was some stupid weird name
Bokonon79: oh that thing
d0wnwardsp1ral: i guess it's not broadband
d0wnwardsp1ral: it's wireless
Bokonon79: yeah
Bokonon79: zigbee = supersmall wireless transmitter
Bokonon79: which I imagine could actually work
Bokonon79: although actually if you had a powered ethernet line
Bokonon79: that could work too
d0wnwardsp1ral: or if you had a midget
d0wnwardsp1ral: running back and forth
Bokonon79: YES
d0wnwardsp1ral: from the thing
Bokonon79: fricken midgets
d0wnwardsp1ral: to the credit card company
Bokonon79: BECAUSE MIDGETS CAN MOVE INFINITELY FAST
Bokonon79: A = F/M
Bokonon79: M-->0!!!!
Bokonon79: (SAY SOMETHING FUNNY, I WANT TO BLOG THIS)
d0wnwardsp1ral: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Bokonon79: BRILLIANT
Saturday, June 17, 2006
A Golden Oldie
Party people
Yeah Tag Team music comin' straight atacha
That's me DC the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Roll'n
We're kicking the flow we're kickin'
And it goes a little somethin' like this
Tag Team back again check it top
Wreck it - let's begin
Party people let me hear some noise
DC's in the house jump jump and rejoice
There's a party over here
a party over there
Wave your hands in the air
Shake the deriere
These three words mean you're gettin' busy
Whoomp, there it is
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
Upside down and inside out
I'm about to show all you folks
What's it's all about
Now it's time to get on the mic
And make this party hype
I'm talking it back to the old school
'Cause I'm an old fool who's so cool
If you want to get down
I'm gonna show you the way: whoomp, there it is
Let me hear you say...
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
Point blank gin and juice I drank
Gettin' bent and bent and as I puff on a dankt
Rock the mic, uh, oh I see rave skin
Rip skit find a honeydip to dip it in
Slam dunk it stick it flip it and ride
That is double O D D Y oh my
Ooh that it come on come on
Whoomp there it is I'm done
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
Hey, some say I'm crazy
'Cause I'm pushin' up daises
The underground sound that you have found
Amazing outstanding demanding
Commanding you people dancin'
That's a breath taker
I produce AKA the undertaker
You want to come down to the underground
Old school - here's a shovel can dig it fool
Can you dig it?
We can dig it
Can y'll dig it?
We can dig it!
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
W H double-O M P as I flow
To the fly from the school of old
Hardcore kick the folk lore wreck
Three to the two and one mic-check
Mad skill flow ill on the mesh of steel
That's the grill of the microphone I just killed
Party people it's your party Tag Team is through
Whoomp there it is I thought you knew
Yeah Tag Team music comin' straight atacha
That's me DC the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Roll'n
We're kicking the flow we're kickin'
And it goes a little somethin' like this
Tag Team back again check it top
Wreck it - let's begin
Party people let me hear some noise
DC's in the house jump jump and rejoice
There's a party over here
a party over there
Wave your hands in the air
Shake the deriere
These three words mean you're gettin' busy
Whoomp, there it is
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
Upside down and inside out
I'm about to show all you folks
What's it's all about
Now it's time to get on the mic
And make this party hype
I'm talking it back to the old school
'Cause I'm an old fool who's so cool
If you want to get down
I'm gonna show you the way: whoomp, there it is
Let me hear you say...
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
WHOOMP!
chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chaka
Point blank gin and juice I drank
Gettin' bent and bent and as I puff on a dankt
Rock the mic, uh, oh I see rave skin
Rip skit find a honeydip to dip it in
Slam dunk it stick it flip it and ride
That is double O D D Y oh my
Ooh that it come on come on
Whoomp there it is I'm done
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
Hey, some say I'm crazy
'Cause I'm pushin' up daises
The underground sound that you have found
Amazing outstanding demanding
Commanding you people dancin'
That's a breath taker
I produce AKA the undertaker
You want to come down to the underground
Old school - here's a shovel can dig it fool
Can you dig it?
We can dig it
Can y'll dig it?
We can dig it!
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
WHOOMP! THERE IT IS
W H double-O M P as I flow
To the fly from the school of old
Hardcore kick the folk lore wreck
Three to the two and one mic-check
Mad skill flow ill on the mesh of steel
That's the grill of the microphone I just killed
Party people it's your party Tag Team is through
Whoomp there it is I thought you knew
Monday, May 08, 2006
I Wanna Know Where Da Gold At
d0wnwardsp1ral: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8&search=leprechaun
d0wnwardsp1ral: i watched that like at 4 o'clock last night
d0wnwardsp1ral: and found it to be pretty much the funniest thing ever
Bokonon79: wtf
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: HAHAHAHAHA
d0wnwardsp1ral: IT'S A CRACKHEAD
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: wtf
Bokonon79: hahahahahahahaha
Bokonon79: hahahahahahahahahahha
Bokonon79: AMATEUR SKETCH
d0wnwardsp1ral: THEY'RE JUST HAPPY TO BE ON TV
d0wnwardsp1ral: that's totally what i thought
d0wnwardsp1ral: i can't tell
Bokonon79: hahahahahhaahaha
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: ahahahahhahaahhaa
d0wnwardsp1ral: COULD BE A CRACKHEAD
d0wnwardsp1ral: THAT GOT INTO THE WRONG STUFF
Bokonon79: NOT A LEPRECHAUN FLUTE
d0wnwardsp1ral: HAHAHAHA
Bokonon79: GIVE ME THE GODE!
d0wnwardsp1ral: MAN, THIS IS EVEN FUNNIER THE SECOND TIME THROUGH
Bokonon79: I WANT THE GODE!
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: this is ridiulous
d0wnwardsp1ral: THE CRACKHEAD LINE
d0wnwardsp1ral: HAD ME LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT LAST NIGHT
Bokonon79: nice
Bokonon79: BORKED
d0wnwardsp1ral: LIKE
d0wnwardsp1ral: what kind of news channel
d0wnwardsp1ral: airs that?
Bokonon79: LOCAL NEWS
d0wnwardsp1ral: http://wheredagold.ytmnd.com/
Bokonon79: hahahahahahaha
Bokonon79: AWESOME
Bokonon79: GIMME DA GODE!
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: that's so awesome
d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahaha
Bokonon79: hahahahaha
Bokonon79: "if you shine a light in its direction, it disappears"
Bokonon79: why would a leprechaun have a flute that was like half its size
Bokonon79: ?
d0wnwardsp1ral: hahaha
d0wnwardsp1ral: why are you trying to be rational?
Bokonon79: BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY
Bokonon79: I think that's the funniest thing I've seen in a long time
d0wnwardsp1ral: I THINK IT'S A CRACKHEAD
d0wnwardsp1ral: I'M GON' UPROOT THAT TREE
d0wnwardsp1ral: WHERE THA GOL' AT?
d0wnwardsp1ral: I WANT THE GOLD
d0wnwardsp1ral: GIMME THE GOLD
Bokonon79: GIMME DA GOLD!
d0wnwardsp1ral: I WANT THE GOLD
d0wnwardsp1ral: i watched that like at 4 o'clock last night
d0wnwardsp1ral: and found it to be pretty much the funniest thing ever
Bokonon79: wtf
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: HAHAHAHAHA
d0wnwardsp1ral: IT'S A CRACKHEAD
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: wtf
Bokonon79: hahahahahahahaha
Bokonon79: hahahahahahahahahahha
Bokonon79: AMATEUR SKETCH
d0wnwardsp1ral: THEY'RE JUST HAPPY TO BE ON TV
d0wnwardsp1ral: that's totally what i thought
d0wnwardsp1ral: i can't tell
Bokonon79: hahahahahhaahaha
Bokonon79: hahahaha
Bokonon79: ahahahahhahaahhaa
d0wnwardsp1ral: COULD BE A CRACKHEAD
d0wnwardsp1ral: THAT GOT INTO THE WRONG STUFF
Bokonon79: NOT A LEPRECHAUN FLUTE
d0wnwardsp1ral: HAHAHAHA
Bokonon79: GIVE ME THE GODE!
d0wnwardsp1ral: MAN, THIS IS EVEN FUNNIER THE SECOND TIME THROUGH
Bokonon79: I WANT THE GODE!
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: this is ridiulous
d0wnwardsp1ral: THE CRACKHEAD LINE
d0wnwardsp1ral: HAD ME LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT LAST NIGHT
Bokonon79: nice
Bokonon79: BORKED
d0wnwardsp1ral: LIKE
d0wnwardsp1ral: what kind of news channel
d0wnwardsp1ral: airs that?
Bokonon79: LOCAL NEWS
d0wnwardsp1ral: http://wheredagold.ytmnd.com/
Bokonon79: hahahahahahaha
Bokonon79: AWESOME
Bokonon79: GIMME DA GODE!
Bokonon79: hahahahahaha
Bokonon79: that's so awesome
d0wnwardsp1ral: hahahaha
Bokonon79: hahahahaha
Bokonon79: "if you shine a light in its direction, it disappears"
Bokonon79: why would a leprechaun have a flute that was like half its size
Bokonon79: ?
d0wnwardsp1ral: hahaha
d0wnwardsp1ral: why are you trying to be rational?
Bokonon79: BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY
Bokonon79: I think that's the funniest thing I've seen in a long time
d0wnwardsp1ral: I THINK IT'S A CRACKHEAD
d0wnwardsp1ral: I'M GON' UPROOT THAT TREE
d0wnwardsp1ral: WHERE THA GOL' AT?
d0wnwardsp1ral: I WANT THE GOLD
d0wnwardsp1ral: GIMME THE GOLD
Bokonon79: GIMME DA GOLD!
d0wnwardsp1ral: I WANT THE GOLD
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