LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! :killingme::killingme::killingme::killingme:
Something that no one seems to want to talk about...
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LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! :killingme::killingme::killingme::killingme:
I had to do some real work at my job. Then I went home and had to talk to my wife. Horrible day. :angry:
Those two combined sound mighty fishy. :rotflmao1:
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I had the whole internet at my fingers, and all I did was click the azbilliards forum link about 37 times.
This is like the trick we used to play on people as kids -- go into a darkened (but well used, or about-to-be used) room, and unscrew the lightbulb. Now sit in a corner and wait for the next person to walk in.
What will you hear? Click. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click!! (Wall switch)
And then you'd mutter to yourself (or even loudly so the person can hear) -- "yep, that's right -- if you toggle that wall switch fast enough, you'll be able to manually pump those electrons to the lightbulb!
-Sean <-- noticed AZB was down as well, but since he'd only 5-minute breaks, he went and got coffee instead
526 AZ Junkie
It was terrible, a real nightmare I'm tellin' you! After an hour or two, I totally started Jonesin'. Before you knew it, I was on the street corner saying, "Pssssst, hey buddy, you got any AZ?" I had dropped to a new low. That guy gave me what I thought was some AZ. I tried to take it and BAM...I felt like crap. I realized he had givin' me some bad CTE crap. I've heard too much of it will kill you...or at least paralyze your game.
Still needing my AZ fix, I went searching again. I dropped by the local pool hall only to find it had gone out of business. It had a sign hanging on the door that said, "CLOSED. Thank you Bob, Larry, the hooker and that lock artist guy who sat in the corner all day, every day and bought one Coke last month!"
Not deterred, I had to find some AZ and quick. I walked behind the pool hall and into the alley. What I saw was very sad in retrospect, but at that point it looked like everything I needed. Broken pool cues littered the alley. The smell of cigarettes, booze, half eaten hotdogs and day old donuts. I knew I could find some AZ here.
Desperate, I asked the first group of people I saw. I told them I was looking for a little AZ. With a little smirk on his face, the guy looked to his buddy and said, "PocketPoint, you got what he's looking for?" He slowly looked up with a sheepish grin and said, "Yep." This is the fewest word ever spoken by him because at that point I just realized who these guys were. It was PocketPoint, C. Carl McDonnell, Fast Larry, sc5. They were notorious Thread Troll Gang. I knew I was in trouble, but I needed it bad. I took whatever they had. I asked them what they needed for it. They said all of it...give it all to us. I needed it so bad, I just gave it to them...all the green rep I had left. I was so broke, an alert message flashed before my eyes saying, "I must spread some rep around first."
Relieved to get out of there with my sanity and a small package of AZ, I quickly headed to the first pub I saw. I walked in. I looked around and to my horror, I only saw dart boards and Karaoke. I bolted out of there as faster that Earl in stroke on an 8 footer.
Down the street and saw a tavern with neon beer signs. I knew this was the place. I walked in through the back door. This place was quiet as a church. Every person at the bar slowly turned and looked at me as if I was a hustler or something. With confidence I walked up to the bar, ordered a Bud Light and a shot of Jager. I bought the fellas at the bar a beer and asked if anyone wanted to try some AZ with me.
One fella said, "Sure. How much you got?" I said I got all the AZ you want. We walked over to the Valley coin op. I took out what I had just gotten from the Thread Troll Gang. I emptied it on to the worn out, stained, nappy cloth. I started to spread it out. My fingers waved through the stuff. First slowly and then building to a frantic pace. My heart was racing faster than ever before. I looked up in to the billiard light with both hands on my head, "NOOoooo, not again!" I yelled. They had given me an assortment of little round object with different labels like, APA, NIT, ACS, BIH, and one I had never seen before ABP.
I staggered out the tavern and looked up in the sky toward the pool Gods with blood shot eyes like I had been playing an all night set. I cryingly said, "Why? Why? Why me Willie?"
That was it. I had to find some AZ, somewhere, somehow. I had hit my all-time low. That's when I saw Fatboy2 drive by in the Bentley. I wondered what the hell he was doing in this bad neighborhood. Soon after that, I saw other AZers wondering the street too. There was JoeyA, T (aka The Poet), Satman (sometimes known as crash), Blue Hog Rdr, Black-Balled, Luxury, Jay Helfert, Kickin' Chicken, akaTrigger, justadub...everywhere I looked I saw AZers. It looked like a scene from the living dead. A gaze on all of there faces just like they drew Efren in round one of the Derby City.
Everything was moving in slow motion, almost everything. I heard this tap, tap, tap sound. Thats when I saw the StarBucks cafe and JAM. She too had a blank stare on her face and only typing 72 words per minute. But then I saw a little sparkle in her eye. I looked around expecting to see the Hurricane, but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked back at JAM, her typing quickened. 74 wpm, 86 wpm, 112 wpm. Faster and faster she typed. 160, 195, 228, 526 wpm! It was a magic number, the same magic number of the late, great Mr. Mosconi.
I couldn't believe it. Everywhere I looked now I saw the number 526. Fire engine 526 drove by. 526 was the address of the pool hall. Even Faboys license plate was 526. I knew at that point everything was going to be all right. I hurried back to my apartment at 526 Breakout Drive. I quickly turned on my computer. Without hesitation, I hit the AZ bookmark. Then to my delight, I had an additional 526 new green reps! More rep points than I could ever imagine! Once again proving AZers will always triumph over the Thread Trolls.
Speaking of Triumph...
It was terrible, a real nightmare I'm tellin' you! After an hour or two, I totally started Jonesin'. Before you knew it, I was on the street corner saying, "Pssssst, hey buddy, you got any AZ?" I had dropped to a new low. That guy gave me what I thought was some AZ. I tried to take it and BAM...I felt like crap. I realized he had givin' me some bad CTE crap. I've heard too much of it will kill you...or at least paralyze your game.
Still needing my AZ fix, I went searching again. I dropped by the local pool hall only to find it had gone out of business. It had a sign hanging on the door that said, "CLOSED. Thank you Bob, Larry, the hooker and that lock artist guy who sat in the corner all day, every day and bought one Coke last month!"
Not deterred, I had to find some AZ and quick. I walked behind the pool hall and into the alley. What I saw was very sad in retrospect, but at that point it looked like everything I needed. Broken pool cues littered the alley. The smell of cigarettes, booze, half eaten hotdogs and day old donuts. I knew I could find some AZ here.
Desperate, I asked the first group of people I saw. I told them I was looking for a little AZ. With a little smirk on his face, the guy looked to his buddy and said, "PocketPoint, you got what he's looking for?" He slowly looked up with a sheepish grin and said, "Yep." This is the fewest word ever spoken by him because at that point I just realized who these guys were. It was PocketPoint, C. Carl McDonnell, Fast Larry, sc5. They were notorious Thread Troll Gang. I knew I was in trouble, but I needed it bad. I took whatever they had. I asked them what they needed for it. They said all of it...give it all to us. I needed it so bad, I just gave it to them...all the green rep I had left. I was so broke, an alert message flashed before my eyes saying, "I must spread some rep around first."
Relieved to get out of there with my sanity and a small package of AZ, I quickly headed to the first pub I saw. I walked in. I looked around and to my horror, I only saw dart boards and Karaoke. I bolted out of there as faster that Earl in stroke on an 8 footer.
Down the street and saw a tavern with neon beer signs. I knew this was the place. I walked in through the back door. This place was quiet as a church. Every person at the bar slowly turned and looked at me as if I was a hustler or something. With confidence I walked up to the bar, ordered a Bud Light and a shot of Jager. I bought the fellas at the bar a beer and asked if anyone wanted to try some AZ with me.
One fella said, "Sure. How much you got?" I said I got all the AZ you want. We walked over to the Valley coin op. I took out what I had just gotten from the Thread Troll Gang. I emptied it on to the worn out, stained, nappy cloth. I started to spread it out. My fingers waved through the stuff. First slowly and then building to a frantic pace. My heart was racing faster than ever before. I looked up in to the billiard light with both hands on my head, "NOOoooo, not again!" I yelled. They had given me an assortment of little round object with different labels like, APA, NIT, ACS, BIH, and one I had never seen before ABP.
I staggered out the tavern and looked up in the sky toward the pool Gods with blood shot eyes like I had been playing an all night set. I cryingly said, "Why? Why? Why me Willie?"
That was it. I had to find some AZ, somewhere, somehow. I had hit my all-time low. That's when I saw Fatboy2 drive by in the Bentley. I wondered what the hell he was doing in this bad neighborhood. Soon after that, I saw other AZers wondering the street too. There was JoeyA, T (aka The Poet), Satman (sometimes known as crash), Blue Hog Rdr, Black-Balled, Luxury, Jay Helfert, Kickin' Chicken, akaTrigger, justadub...everywhere I looked I saw AZers. It looked like a scene from the living dead. A gaze on all of there faces just like they drew Efren in round one of the Derby City.
Everything was moving in slow motion, almost everything. I heard this tap, tap, tap sound. Thats when I saw the StarBucks cafe and JAM. She too had a blank stare on her face and only typing 72 words per minute. But then I saw a little sparkle in her eye. I looked around expecting to see the Hurricane, but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked back at JAM, her typing quickened. 74 wpm, 86 wpm, 112 wpm. Faster and faster she typed. 160, 195, 228, 526 wpm! It was a magic number, the same magic number of the late, great Mr. Mosconi.
I couldn't believe it. Everywhere I looked now I saw the number 526. Fire engine 526 drove by. 526 was the address of the pool hall. Even Faboys license plate was 526. I knew at that point everything was going to be all right. I hurried back to my apartment at 526 Breakout Drive. I quickly turned on my computer. Without hesitation, I hit the AZ bookmark. Then to my delight, I had an additional 526 new green reps! More rep points than I could ever imagine! Once again proving AZers will always triumph over the Thread Trolls.
Speaking of Triumph...
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OH, was AZ down? I hadn't noticed.
This is like the trick we used to play on people as kids -- go into a darkened (but well used, or about-to-be used) room, and unscrew the lightbulb. Now sit in a corner and wait for the next person to walk in.
What will you hear? Click. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click!! (Wall switch)
And then you'd mutter to yourself (or even loudly so the person can hear) -- "yep, that's right -- if you toggle that wall switch fast enough, you'll be able to manually pump those electrons to the lightbulb!
-Sean <-- noticed AZB was down as well, but since he'd only 5-minute breaks, he went and got coffee instead
Sean-You only clicked 28 times ! We all know it takes 30 clicks to get the electrons to flow.I would think a computer person like you would know that. :shocked:
This is like the trick we used to play on people as kids -- go into a darkened (but well used, or about-to-be used) room, and unscrew the lightbulb. Now sit in a corner and wait for the next person to walk in.
What will you hear? Click. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click!! (Wall switch)
And then you'd mutter to yourself (or even loudly so the person can hear) -- "yep, that's right -- if you toggle that wall switch fast enough, you'll be able to manually pump those electrons to the lightbulb!
I'd try that trick, but it would be my luck that Stevie Wonder would be the first one to walk in
.Maniac
