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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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Big enough for even Matt, the almighty thread locker, to have given in to the desire to forever prohibit the creation of another lame response. [/ QUOTE ] That should be spelled Mat, not Matt. One T, not 2. See the various forum pages that give his name. Now, in a normal thread my comment might end there. In this thread, however, it seems appropriate to ask, Why not 2 Ts? After all, the thread title is a word with 2 T's, Test, that would be almost useless if you omitted one fo the two Ts (tes, est). So, I think it's a valid question, is Mat only half the man he would be with 2 T's? Or is he more than double, the new chic Mat spelled with one T, a paragon of efficiency, a man of few words and those to the point (Raise, Call, Locked, Banned)? And how did it come about, this unique spelling of a common name. Surely it must be difficult growing up in the footsteps of a famous father (I presume he's the son of David) - so did David Christian him Mat like the boy named Sue so that he would be forced to grow up tough? Or was it, perhaps, an act of juvenile rebellion on Mat's part, the cause of numerous family arguments and the reason why his mother can be seen crying in his graduation pictures (after he insisted the documents be made out to one-T Mat)? Inquiring minds want to know. |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
i found out two things in the shower this moring:
1) if you stand under the showerhead and cup your ears, it sounds like it's raining 2) be carefull if you brush your teeth in the shower, toothpaste on the unit tingles and feels like it's slightly burning, i won't make that mistake again and welcome to the third century of this thread fellas |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere. Like that time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville; I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickle, and in those days, nickles had pictures of bumblebees on them. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war; the only thing you can get was those big yellow ones... [/ QUOTE ] I don't know what you're talking about. There were plenty of white onions in those days. You just needed to know where to find them. See, at the corner of the neighborhood, you know, near the trailer park, there used to be a guy who only sold white onions. Or were they the purple ones? Anyway, he could get whatever you needed, which is probably why the trailer tenants could never move out. I remember walking to school with those kids. They used a different kind of money than us kids from the North side of the block. Had some funny bumblebees on them or something like that if I remember. Anyway, in grandma's attic one summer I found a whole box of them. It wasn't until I was older that I realized she must have come from that part of the neighborhood. Anyway, what I don't understand is why you'd want white onions for in the first place. Sure, they were "in vogue", but trying to hook up with a local girl was next to impossible. Unless of course you were around the South side of the block. Garlic wouldn't scare them off. No, sir. Anyway....what was I saying? Onaflag........... [/ QUOTE ] Actually the place was Martinsville, not Morganville. The old guy that sold the white onions had a cousin named Morgan, and it seems the cousin was the coroner, minister, and self-appointed historian. The cousin was so mad after Alfred E Martin got his 15 year-old sister pregnant( and then ran off with the fat lady in the circus) that he changed the name on the county township map to Morganville, and then shipped it off all official-like to the county clerk and the National Geographic Society. Anyway, years later the fat lady had a kid with three eyes, (and an onion sized lump on the back of his knee that they called a Baker's cyst, but it really wasn't) and the kid saw the name Morganville (which he thought was Shelbyville) on a map in his grade 5 geography book. The kid didn't do nothin right away, bad after his fourth year in grade 5 he told the teacher that somthin was amuck (he really said that - amuck). His teacher checked it out with the county clerk and sure enough he tracked things back and found that the place never was Morganville.. Anyway, it also turns out the Matin guy never did get the 15 year-old pregnant, but did suffocate one night when the fat lady rolled over, and they ended up burying him in a family plot in Shelbyville, which used to be Martinsville or Morganville, depending on who you talk to.... [/ QUOTE ] A few of the facts seem distorted. First, the fat lady, as you so rudely call her, was my mom. Her version of the suffocation was much different. She was in fact pregnant in 1963, which, by pure coincidence, was the year I happened to be born. Now, cousin Frank, who wasn't all that skinny himself, decided to find out once and for all if that mole on both of his parents face really ran in the family. Morganville was just too damn far to walk to get to the library where he could do some research. You see, 3rd cousin Tiffany (not the nearby town) worked there. She had the same mole. To outsiders, it was pretty gross, but we were all used to it since everyine in town had the same "birthmark". Well, to make a long story short, it was uncle Ed who got drunk one night. In those days there were no cops. This was even before alcohol which proves Ed's genius. Anyway, the broad that stood him up turned out to be his wife. Later, that is. After Dad approved of his son marrying across the street. What the Hell? It was his brother's house, so what could be the harm. One more concubine is the way he saw it. Anyway, the onion thing is traditionally part of this culture and I believe I have now proved it. Please do not misrepresent the facts of the white onion anymore. Onaflag............... [/ QUOTE ] Onaflag...it just occured to me that if that fat lady was your mom, we could be related. OMG |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere. Like that time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville; I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickle, and in those days, nickles had pictures of bumblebees on them. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war; the only thing you can get was those big yellow ones... [/ QUOTE ] I don't know what you're talking about. There were plenty of white onions in those days. You just needed to know where to find them. See, at the corner of the neighborhood, you know, near the trailer park, there used to be a guy who only sold white onions. Or were they the purple ones? Anyway, he could get whatever you needed, which is probably why the trailer tenants could never move out. I remember walking to school with those kids. They used a different kind of money than us kids from the North side of the block. Had some funny bumblebees on them or something like that if I remember. Anyway, in grandma's attic one summer I found a whole box of them. It wasn't until I was older that I realized she must have come from that part of the neighborhood. Anyway, what I don't understand is why you'd want white onions for in the first place. Sure, they were "in vogue", but trying to hook up with a local girl was next to impossible. Unless of course you were around the South side of the block. Garlic wouldn't scare them off. No, sir. Anyway....what was I saying? Onaflag........... [/ QUOTE ] Actually the place was Martinsville, not Morganville. The old guy that sold the white onions had a cousin named Morgan, and it seems the cousin was the coroner, minister, and self-appointed historian. The cousin was so mad after Alfred E Martin got his 15 year-old sister pregnant( and then ran off with the fat lady in the circus) that he changed the name on the county township map to Morganville, and then shipped it off all official-like to the county clerk and the National Geographic Society. Anyway, years later the fat lady had a kid with three eyes, (and an onion sized lump on the back of his knee that they called a Baker's cyst, but it really wasn't) and the kid saw the name Morganville (which he thought was Shelbyville) on a map in his grade 5 geography book. The kid didn't do nothin right away, bad after his fourth year in grade 5 he told the teacher that somthin was amuck (he really said that - amuck). His teacher checked it out with the county clerk and sure enough he tracked things back and found that the place never was Morganville.. Anyway, it also turns out the Matin guy never did get the 15 year-old pregnant, but did suffocate one night when the fat lady rolled over, and they ended up burying him in a family plot in Shelbyville, which used to be Martinsville or Morganville, depending on who you talk to.... [/ QUOTE ] A few of the facts seem distorted. First, the fat lady, as you so rudely call her, was my mom. Her version of the suffocation was much different. She was in fact pregnant in 1963, which, by pure coincidence, was the year I happened to be born. Now, cousin Frank, who wasn't all that skinny himself, decided to find out once and for all if that mole on both of his parents face really ran in the family. Morganville was just too damn far to walk to get to the library where he could do some research. You see, 3rd cousin Tiffany (not the nearby town) worked there. She had the same mole. To outsiders, it was pretty gross, but we were all used to it since everyine in town had the same "birthmark". Well, to make a long story short, it was uncle Ed who got drunk one night. In those days there were no cops. This was even before alcohol which proves Ed's genius. Anyway, the broad that stood him up turned out to be his wife. Later, that is. After Dad approved of his son marrying across the street. What the Hell? It was his brother's house, so what could be the harm. One more concubine is the way he saw it. Anyway, the onion thing is traditionally part of this culture and I believe I have now proved it. Please do not misrepresent the facts of the white onion anymore. Onaflag............... [/ QUOTE ] Onaflag...it just occured to me that if that fat lady was your mom, we could be related. OMG [/ QUOTE ] Dude, In Martin/Morgan/Shelby Ville, we're ALL related. [img]/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img] Onaflag........ |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] Big enough for even Matt, the almighty thread locker, to have given in to the desire to forever prohibit the creation of another lame response. [/ QUOTE ] That should be spelled Mat, not Matt. One T, not 2. See the various forum pages that give his name. Now, in a normal thread my comment might end there. In this thread, however, it seems appropriate to ask, Why not 2 Ts? After all, the thread title is a word with 2 T's, Test, that would be almost useless if you omitted one fo the two Ts (tes, est). So, I think it's a valid question, is Mat only half the man he would be with 2 T's? Or is he more than double, the new chic Mat spelled with one T, a paragon of efficiency, a man of few words and those to the point (Raise, Call, Locked, Banned)? And how did it come about, this unique spelling of a common name. Surely it must be difficult growing up in the footsteps of a famous father (I presume he's the son of David) - so did David Christian him Mat like the boy named Sue so that he would be forced to grow up tough? Or was it, perhaps, an act of juvenile rebellion on Mat's part, the cause of numerous family arguments and the reason why his mother can be seen crying in his graduation pictures (after he insisted the documents be made out to one-T Mat)? Inquiring minds want to know. [/ QUOTE ] I have been wondering about this as well. Bump in hopes that Mat will see it! |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] Big enough for even Matt, the almighty thread locker, to have given in to the desire to forever prohibit the creation of another lame response. [/ QUOTE ] That should be spelled Mat, not Matt. One T, not 2. See the various forum pages that give his name. Now, in a normal thread my comment might end there. In this thread, however, it seems appropriate to ask, Why not 2 Ts? After all, the thread title is a word with 2 T's, Test, that would be almost useless if you omitted one fo the two Ts (tes, est). So, I think it's a valid question, is Mat only half the man he would be with 2 T's? Or is he more than double, the new chic Mat spelled with one T, a paragon of efficiency, a man of few words and those to the point (Raise, Call, Locked, Banned)? And how did it come about, this unique spelling of a common name. Surely it must be difficult growing up in the footsteps of a famous father (I presume he's the son of David) - so did David Christian him Mat like the boy named Sue so that he would be forced to grow up tough? Or was it, perhaps, an act of juvenile rebellion on Mat's part, the cause of numerous family arguments and the reason why his mother can be seen crying in his graduation pictures (after he insisted the documents be made out to one-T Mat)? Inquiring minds want to know. [/ QUOTE ] I have been wondering about this as well. Bump in hopes that Mat will see it! [/ QUOTE ] I too would like to know. But more than that I'd like to know why 95% of the posters on this forum CONSTANTLY SPELL HIS NAME WRONG. |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
Touche
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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Bump in hopes that Mat will see it! [/ QUOTE ] |
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
Who keeps bumping this thread? [img]/images/graemlins/shocked.gif[/img]
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