Sorry, Fly, I was just fuckin' with you. It's a joke from a fucking movie from nineteen fuckin' eighty-two or some shit. Edward James fuckin' Olmos in fuckin' drag, playing the fuck out of guitar.
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Originally Posted by BadNick
Hopefully I'm posting late enough that fuckin' Tophat is gone for his weekend by now so I can vent without hearing more of his fucking whining...but anybody who calls me an old goatfucker better watch out what the fuck they say about my romantic inclinations. I don't fuck just any old goat. I would also like to mention that even old goat tastes pretty good when marinated in an herbal yogurt dressing ...dress on a goat, now there's a fucking erotic concept.
On a fucking friendlier topic, I'll have to look up who the Phila Philharmonic's guitar player is...maybe worth my hearing. Anybody who can make music come out of a fucking hunk of wood with some fucking cat guts wrapped over it is fucking OK in my book.
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I meant Goatfucker in the nicest, most fraternal sort of a way, of course. No need to get bent out of fucking shape.
/ I actually did something like that at work years ago. Walked into the back room and ask, "What thrice accursed spawn of Satan moved the [thus and so] to the [whosiwhatsits]." The assistant manager, the only Black Mormon I have ever met, raises her hand, "That would be me." "Of course," sez I, "I meant thrice accursed spawn of Satan in the nicest possible way." "Of course." Fucking memories.