The Chat Thread

[knight66]

Yes, it is always cricket weather somewhere or other.

Mike

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[MN Dave]

When the EEL hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...

that's a moraaaay!

[Opus106]

[Lethevich]

[karlhenning]

When the EEL hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...

that's a moraaaay!

Ah, from Forty Great Unclaimed Melodies!

[MN Dave]

Ah, from Forty Great Unclaimed Melodies!

Nevah hoid of it.  0:)

[Brahmsian]

When the EEL hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...

that's a moraaaay!

That is one talented fish.  I think he could join Eel Divo!

[MN Dave]

The hills are alive...


THE HILLS ARE ALIVE!!!


EEEE!!!!
 

[MN Dave]

[too much caffeine]

[MN Dave]

Have you heard my latest composition?

Played on two flutes, one in this dimension and one in dimension X, it can only be performed on the third Tuesday of an even month (in this dimension; they don't have Tuesdays in the other one), and only then if a rabbit is in attendance (in the other dimension, not here; they do have rabbits, y'know). Each flutist must hop around in circles on one leg while playing random notes for exactly seven minutes, after which they cover the flutes with chocolate sauce and give the audience (except the rabbit) the finger.

I call it "X99-B-Tibbar in X major"

[greg]

Have you heard my latest composition?

Played on two flutes, one in this dimension and one in dimension X, it can only be performed on the third Tuesday of an even month (in this dimension; they don't have Tuesdays in the other one), and only then if a rabbit is in attendance (in the other dimension, not here; they do have rabbits, y'know). Each flutist must hop around in circles on one leg while playing random notes for exactly seven minutes, after which they cover the flutes with chocolate sauce and give the audience (except the rabbit) the finger.

I call it "X99-B-Tibbar in X major"

As much as I like it, it's already been done. Ubloobideega wrote a piece just like that in 1972, except the chocolate sauce is honey, and he gives the audience real fingers from the stack of dead corpses he brings onstage every performance.

The title of the piece is "XXXX U."

[MN Dave]

 

[Elgarian]

Have you heard my latest composition?

Played on two flutes, one in this dimension and one in dimension X, it can only be performed on the third Tuesday of an even month (in this dimension; they don't have Tuesdays in the other one), and only then if a rabbit is in attendance (in the other dimension, not here; they do have rabbits, y'know). Each flutist must hop around in circles on one leg while playing random notes for exactly seven minutes, after which they cover the flutes with chocolate sauce and give the audience (except the rabbit) the finger.

I call it "X99-B-Tibbar in X major"

Been listening to it, often, and with great care. On the 473rd listening, I was beginning to suspect that you'd used slightly too much chocolate sauce, Dave; but then I realised that in my excitement, I'd slopped my mug of cocoa.

[Elgarian]

THE HILLS ARE ALIVE!!!

No ... the EELS are alive.

I'd been thinking it was time we got more fish back into this thread.

[MN Dave]

Let us write the lyrics to a pop song titled "Chocolate Eels". It will be a big, big hit. I can feel it.

[Elgarian]

Well it's one for the oyster,
Two for the shrimp,
Three for the mussel,
You're a feeble wimp,
So don't you,
Step on my chocolate eel.
You can do anything, but
Don't make my choc-eel squeal.

[Elgarian]

How many rivers must a man swim down,
Before they call him a fish?
And how many mugs of cocoa must he drink,
Before he gets his chocolate wish?
And what do we get if we mix them both up,
And spoon them into a dish?

The answer, I feel, is like a chocolate eel,
The answer is like a chocolate eel.

[MN Dave]

Well done, sir. 

[karlhenning]

I should just like to say, Yowza.