When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
In this thread we get creative
- Thread starter [FnG]magnolia
- Start date
The air vents were working as usual, or so they hoped. Yet still the sense of the inescapable, loomed ever closer. Some stood accusing, others took solace in each other and some believed bloodshed was still needed and the only answer. One thing lay true for all though, that more and more of the group, began giving serious ponder as to what really lay on the other side of that door.
Off topic: This was more or less all I could think about whilst reading the latin argument
On topic:
A: "Sir, how long must we wait for the Americans to do the right thing?"
W: "It can't be long now, they've been doing it wrong for the last 250 years."
B: "What if it takes them so long to do explore each possibility, that a 2 new ones are created before they finish?..."
A: "Dear lord"
W: "That would mean war 'B', God save us all."
On topic:
A: "Sir, how long must we wait for the Americans to do the right thing?"
W: "It can't be long now, they've been doing it wrong for the last 250 years."
B: "What if it takes them so long to do explore each possibility, that a 2 new ones are created before they finish?..."
A: "Dear lord"
W: "That would mean war 'B', God save us all."