Went to a wake last night. Someone I haven’t seen in 30yrs says to me “When u were a kid u loved french fries! Ya still like french fries??
@Markiverse hope you showed him the prototype lint brush. sniffed it. and then walked away smiling as you mutter “yeah, french fries.”
@fuqtarded You are a poet of a liquid language that falls tasteless on some peoples ears. And yet others are doing keg stands off the shit.
A picture can say a thousand words. The story behind those words will likely take a thousand pages. These are but a few.
It would appear, from the title, the sequence of the tweets that have appeared before the picture, and the picture itself, you can predict that this piece will involve some kind of pre-meditated reflection of the days that go back decades, to a younger time, and one that had so much more fun, and partying, and the like.
I know how to party, and I am going to prove it.
Let me reflect on those days, with the arrow drawn from my pouch, as I prepare to leap over modern champions, with gay and exciting exclamations trumpeting loudly the trajectory of my digressions.
I would like to get a couple of things stated early here. First, I love fun, and happy, and am referring to it as such, not that there is an issue, all are welcome, just not welcome to assume I am interested in any type of penis on penis or sword fight type action or wandering hands. Wandering hands, of the female persuasion, will be considered, and proper attention will be payed to the selected female candidates as they rank in the primary LIKIT groupings. (*Laughy, Intelligenter, Kute, Inspiringization Factor, Tits)
Second, I am going to more than likely just take this idea to another level, and create another piece, with some of the fictional characters, and what not, obviously linked, or referenced, or at the very least inspiring the other characters. Just a fact of fucking life when it comes to fiction, or writing. This is the reason, that any and all writers have to be true to themselves, and be willing to share some of that, and in fact most of it, freely, in order to get to the content and the context they are really looking at.
I see this as my own kind of Twitter Keg, and fuck, my “friend”, a newer following and follower in my “world” as the bit alias @fuqtarded, pointed out, some very kind words.
One of the finest things one can do for someone that really respects them, and their measurement. It should go without saying, but we are on the internet, so you better say it or express it somehow, else folks are going to fuck right off and just not read your mind, folks are just to busy for that mind reading shit these days, and it is a dying, gypsy tradition like reading coffee grinds and rigour mortis tag.
It got me to thinking about the keg, and what that means to actually have to drink all of that great, delicious beer, and have it be so overwhelming, all you can do is drink as fast as you can, and sing, and dance, and sing and dance, and laugh and drink, and sing and dance, and laugh, and keg stand – nope, another time, that one was bullshit, and sing and dance, and sing, and puke.
It is bound to happen. You are going to go through the phase of the keg stand process in your Twitter experience, and I am kind of documenting mine right now, in a way, that is going to be different than the other “elites”, and they can write whatever the fuck they want, and follow or take clues on format, or copy, or even just re-phrase some of the shit and then consider it is all their own.
Fuck, you kidding me.
Life is a remix.
The whole thing we are doing, is just one giant game of musical chairs, and all we are doing is changing the music, or returning the keg for another one, from another brewer, that is going to tap it, the same way you are going to want to tap that ass, regardless of the lingo, swag or the game you play.
You are not the first to have lived through keg stands, your experiences are not going to be “teaching” anyone about the brilliance of singing Ala-Zoomba-Zoomba-Zoomba, Ala-Zoomba-Zoomba-Warriooooooooooooooooor…yeah, sure I got the spelling wrong, or the sense of it off, but that is a skirt, and that is a pink poodle on it. Still part of the story right?
Yeah, it is. Trust me, I am the Fonz.
The shit that goes flying through the head, is just surreal. Blessed to still be able to remember it, and even more blessed to be able to have been prompted to think of it, by what?
A random interaction, with a guy that I have seen appear on the screen, with some funny shit, and a couple of shout outs between the REO Speedwagon slow song (*usually around the 40-60% stage of the party or the “dance” – this is the ideal stage to reach into the toaster, and see if you can turn that bagel toe around to get properly heated, because poppa has some creamed feta cheese and lambs wool locks for you Jena *yes, she was a public school crush ok, back when 45’s were not just the empty nested, divorced MILF code used in texts) and The Ice Cream Man by Van Halen (*seriously, if you thought of the Smith’s and having to adjust your broach, before going out and trying to bring a 747 into the dance floor gate, Air China styles, using the arms as your beacons of love, to the other ostrich over there in the corner – hey that’s cool, Max Fischer was a super achiever, I was the achiever, with the abide built in at the sub-atomic, bionic level) that you hear through the crowd, and see through the haze?
This has taken one hell of a wild set of turns, and as always, has inspired a whole lot of memories. That photo, is one truly priceless shot. You have no clue, but those two cats.
So here is the small part of the announcement, some kind of social experiment of sorts, that had me collecting just hundreds of my favourite screenshots, of the funny and good tweeters. Some of the “wall of fame” stuff, that is really, to be considered maybe even Fetaman Museum quality.
Got to start somewhere, and what finer place than to begin a short list, of the folks that are the one’s deserving of mention…wait? Is that a list, like I can just make a list public on my profile, instead of here on the site? Why not just do that?
Firstly, because I don’t want to.
Secondly, because not everyone has Favstar, or the interest in “mining” through all of the pages, to get to the other good stuff. I am one good editor, all I have to do is consider the idea, and see where it leads.
Thirdly, because I am a pretty solid believer in karma, and when you make sure to bring some key folks to the forefront, to date based on the the sense of humour, writing, and interests, you have a better sense of the direction you are going, and have a keen sense of who and what you are going there with
I really will have no idea on who these people are, and what they will do, or how they will pan out in the longer run, I mean, I am back in the Twitter zone for but a couple of months here, and just starting to see how the cubes being Ruperted.
So I may not even proceed, I may just keep the list to myself still.
I am just one selfish keg hog I guess.
Note: if you have taken the time to read that the magic word is “brinesanity”, and you tweet a S/O or #FF for me using that word, I will include you in the @fuqtarded list of profiles, and do a mock roast-profile. It is just an experiment to see how much interest there is, or if there will be more traffic to the site, but it’s worth a shot. Keep the dream alive, don’t drink and drive, smoke and abide. Also, loosen the fuck up with the RT’s and shit for fucks sake, they are not gold coins, they are shots you are offering up to folks. If they like ’em, cool. If not, more for those that do. What next, you are going to start eagerly waiting for a trophy to validate someone said something so good as to deserve the pixels?
*Hint: my first Top 10-ish list would have to include the likes of the folks listed on the @fuqtarded tab, on the site, right now.