Let's discuss Bones
 

<b>what do you know about Bones?</b>

we want all the grit. don't hold back.

quotes, pics, stories, gossip ...all the dirt.

right here. GO!

Hello there,

If you must know, I have been stalking Bones for some time. He cannot elude me overlong. My expansive knowledge of his intimate details is a source of instability in our relationship. I fear he fears me. He is repulsed by my macabre nature and yet attracted to my delicious symbolism. He often attempts escape and the sweet release of chemical oblivion but then, eventually, hunger seeps into his traumatized psyche. It's a deep hunger that only one particular food item can fill: A hamburger with ketchup, pickles and nothing else. It's his favorite.
-GH

I heard once that Bones put tobasco sauce on his forehead and tried to pogo down the stairs.

I also know for a fact that he is a true-blue 100% certified douche-nozzle

Whats up now, Stringbean?

Hail Arch Enemies!

I would like to now politely withdraw from this thread.
Toodles,
-GH

bones........

funny...

weird....

fucking freak....

yup.....funny,weird,freak..............that's it.

this thread isn't taking off as well as i'd hoped.
maybe cuz it's saturday?
or is it cuz y'alls is afwaid of posting the Bones' dirt? hmm...?
thank you to those who have shed some light on this seedy character.

this is the tabloid thread. make it up if you hafta.
MORE BONES' DIRT!

bones is a picker and a grinner.a lover ,and a sinner.

Bones once shot a man just for snoring.

Bones always carries a bag of bones with him. That's why his name is bones.

:thumbsup:

I love him. But I love all of youse. I know that he's a white boy full of funk. *turns into E! True Hollywood story narrator*

But he would soon find out that his funk was just his smell.

The smell of a ruined life. Rotten like the pumpkins he carved last night.

I wrote this song for bones:


Quit dissin the man who is pissin in the kitchen pan.
The fat cat drivin' a Lexus with a death wish.
Boo, you know who... lookin for Scooby Doo.
Yea, me too.


Yeah I'm talking about Bones,
Bones, Bones, Oh yeah, (repeat 665 times)

I heard that Bones is one of the world's premier Michael Jackson impersonators. In fact, he models his entire life on MJ's.

That bag of cocaine Bones has contains a deadly virus.

well one thing... a thread about Bones sure gets a lot of views.

Bones is probably munching on another bowl of Frankenberry&trade;, musing, whilst waiting & watching like a private detective lurking in the shrubbery, for any serious discriminatory comments he will hafta dispute.

bones is a lurker...............

BWAHAHAHA@flyman

I took a shit in Bones hat one time.

One time I was having trouble building an addition to my house (I mean, it's hard work) when who else shows up at 6am with his tools and an eagerness to lend a hand but Bones? I asked him if he wanted for me to fix him up a quick bowl of corn flakes when he surprised me by having a tupperware container of home fries and a spanish omelet ready for me! "A hearty breakfast makes hard word easy" he said with a wink. A true gentleman in every way.

Too bad he "accidently" killed my dog with a nail gun.

Bears fan, Cubs fan, good thing he has a sense of humor.

Horray for frunkeness!

...I wish I was frunk.

Bones
Radiohead


I don't wanna be crippled cracked
shoulders, wrists, knees and back
ground to dust and ash
crawling on all fours

when you've got to feel it in your bones

now I can't climb the stairs
peices missing everywhere
prozak painkillers

when you've got to feel it in your bones

I used to fly like peter pan
all the children flew when I touched their hands

you see, you've got to feel it in your bones

One time I hired Bones to babysit my infant child. When he came to the door, he was sort of glassy eyed, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Later, while at dinner, I called home to check on the baby and Bones said everything was fine. He had even put a turkey in the oven for my wife and I. Once we realized we didn't have a turkey in the house, we rushed home.

Bones was stoned out of his head on those recreational drugs all the kids do. In his "hepped-up" state, he had mistaken our innocent child for a turkey and cooked it!

DAMN YOU BONES!

I don't understand how Bones dosen't like hockey.... other than that he is ok, I guess.....

But, for the record... I do NOT condone baking babies in the oven. That is totally NOT cool.

My poor baby! Whaaaaaaaaaaa!

Did I also mention that Bones is an insensitive bastard?

after his juicy baked baby dinner, Bones had a couple slices of puppy pie ala mode for dessert.

Troublebot: did you even notice that your puppy is missing as well as your baby?!
you're out of ice cream, too. Bones... what a hog... ;)

That's it, no more babysitting jobs for him.

Once, I was babysitting some kids and some creep kept calling and asking if I'd checked on the children. I called the cops and they traced the next call. IT WAS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!

Turned out to be Bones. He'd written LOSER across the kids foreheads in marker. It was hell getting that off before their parents saw it.

DAMN YOU BONES!

Everything goes smoothly with Bones if you pay him in vicodin.

i'll bet he doesn't remember that this is the SNOOP's birthday...