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Do You Know Your Fellow TCer? ROUND 2 > Well, damn, that was fast.TWSS
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Dec 23, 2010 11:17AM
Uh ... okay.
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How to play:1) indicate that you want to play in this thread
2) answer the question
3) once I have all of the answers, I will post them in this thread
4) then you have to guess which participant gave what answer.
OK, I'll play, Britt. Message you with the answer,right?
Yo, Peeps. Did we forget about this?
Oh. Thanks!
Yeah, I had totally forgotten about this, Britt. Sorry. I'll send you a message with the answer by the end of the day.And, if I may, I'll just repeat the question from post one here, so people coming back to the updates at the end of the thread can see it without scrolling back:
QUESTION:
Describe your perfect day.
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Hey, Britt, I just sent you a message with my answer. Thanks again for the reminder.When do you plan to start the guessing round?
Thanks Jonathan, I had no idea it was in the first post, I kept checking updates for the question.
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har har.
If you're not careful Zen will tie you to a tree and cut your limbs off.
Yeah, well ... you know. It's Zen.
Lori wrote: "Oh and mine's easy this time."Mine too.
heh, let me guess - involves Apricot.
Lori wrote: "heh, let me guess - involves Apricot."I name no names. ;)
Participants!I'm placing this game on hold until sometime next week, when everything gets back to normal after New Years.
You never know. You might just be someone else.
Barb wrote: "I might forget my answer and guess I'm someone else ..."We'll remind you who you are!
We must be careful what we pretend to be...
Okay, this game will start TOMORROW MORNING. I have all but one answer, and I just want to give that person a little extra time. But most likely, I'm gonna post the answers at like, 3am or something since I'm on an insomnia streak.
Sarah Pi wrote: "What if my clothes don't fit Ethel?"Maybe that's why they call them the Streak!
Sarah Pi wrote: "What if my clothes don't fit Ethel?"If this is the Ethel we're talking about, I doubt she's your size, Sarah.
That's why I don't want to lend her my clothes.
It's this Ethel, and she seems to like her man sans clothing.Ray Stevens Lyrics
The Streak Lyrics
(Reporter):
Hello, everybody, this is your action news reporter with all the news
that is news across the nation, on the scene at the supermarket. There
seems to have been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see
what happened?
(Witness):
Yeah, I did. I's standin' overe there by the tomaters, and here he
come, running through the pole beans, through the fruits and vegetables,
nekkid as a jay bird. And I hollered over t' Ethel, I said, "Don't
look, Ethel!" But it's too late, she'd already been incensed.
(Chorus)
Here he comes, look at that, look at that
There he goes, look at that, look at that
And he ain't wearin' no clothes
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
Fastest thing on two feet
Look at that, look at that
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He goin' give us a peek
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to show off his physique
Look at that, look at that
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique
(Reporter):
This is your action news reporter once again, and we're here at the gas
station. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?
(Witness):
Yeah, I did. I's just in here gettin my car checked, he just appeared
out of the traffic. Come streakin' around the grease rack there, didn't
have nothin' on but a smile. I looked in there, and Ethel was gettin'
her a cold drink. I hollered, "Don't look, Ethel!" But it was too
late. She'd already been mooned. Flashed her right there in front of
the shock absorbers.
(Chorus)
He ain't crude, look at that, look at that
He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to turn the other cheek
Look at that, look at that
He's always makin' the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique
(Reporter):
Once again, your action news reporter in the booth at the gym, covering
the disturbance at the basketball playoff. Pardon me, sir, did you see
what happened?
(Witness):
Yeah, I did. Half time, I's just goin' down thar to get Ethel a snow
cone. And here he come, right out of the cheap seats, dribbling, right
down the middle of the court. Didn't have on nothing but his PF's.
Made a hook shot and got out through the concessions stand. I hollered up
at Ethel, I said, "Don't look, Ethel!" But it was too late. She'd
already got a free shot. Grandstandin', right there in front of the
home team.
(Chorus) (Witness):
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak Here he comes again.
Look at that, look at that Who's that with him?
The fastest thing on two feet Ethel? Is that you, Ethel?
Look at that, look at that What do you think you're
He's just as proud as he can be doin'? You git your
Of his anatomy clothes on!
He's gonna give us a peek
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak Ethel! Where you goin'?
Look at that, look at that Ethel, you shameless
He likes to show off his physique hussy! Say it isn't so,
Look at that, look at that Ethel! Ethelllllll!!!
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique
HEY EVERYONE. DON'T POST HERE UNTIL I SAY SO. I'm gonna post the answers in individual posts, okay? So I'm about to make a lot of them, and DON'T POST UNTIL I GIVE THE OKAY. Makes things easier.Alright, let the games begin.
BIG ASS EDIT: I'm USING THIS POST TO PLACE AN ANSWER BECAUSE I FORGOT ONE.
ANSWER 105:
Sunshine, grass, blue sky, coffee and/or beer, icy glass, tent, warm socks, cold air, no clocks.
My perfect day would generally cover -getting up fresh in the morning after having a good sleep
-having a good day at work
-watching my favorite TV program
-reading before sleep
It may include going outside with family and/or getting involved in some recreational/physical activity on holidays.
On my perfect day, I'd volunteer at some charity for a few hours, then head off to spend time at a class, and after that spend the rest of the day with my friends and/or family just gabbing. There will preferrably be chocolate. And when the chatting is over we all go do extreme sports like weight-boarding! Or swimming, or kite-flying, or jungle trekking! And now, for a really, really perfect day. We head to the airport with nothing but the clothes on our back and buy tickets to anywhere! Then we try to sleep on the plane, or everyone else does, and I try to talk them out of it until I myself fall asleep. And when we wake up, we'll have arrived at the airport, then we just wander around town on horseback with a map, and when we stop for lunch we'll have crepe for dessert! We'll probably wander onto a movie set and become accidental extras; and if we happen to be in Canada, we can be part of a prank, be pranked or watch other people get pranked. And at night we'll fall asleep in a tent looking out at the stars above. And there will be no mosquitoes. And I will not set anything on fire. And I will not trip over nothing. And I will not leave anything behind. Or embarrass myself publicly.
There aren't enough hours in a day...
My perfect day would be peaceful, relaxing, and quiet. It could be on a camping trip where I could sit in the shade with a book in one hand and a cooler in the other. There would be a gentle breeze that carries with it the scent of pine and water. The sounds would be water gently lapping at the shore and birds trilling a happy song. No bugs. No quads. No blaring music. Later in the evening, we'd warm ourselves by a cracking campfire as we roast marshmallows. And later...
Getting all the green lights to and from work. Random strangers responding to my hellos with a smile and hello of their own. Cats and dogs. An unexpected message from a friend. Paying it forward.
I like to sleep in, but I already do that so often that I'd rather just wake up early, so my perfect day lasts longer. What I do on my perfect day depends on the season and the weather and what I feel like doing. Just reading can keep me occupied for a day, when I find the perfect book. That would be nice. Or spending time with friends and family. We don't have to do anything special, as long as everyone is good-humored. One thing I know for sure: a day is not perfect without sun. A real life TC potluck would make my day too. I'll bring strawberries and grapes and make pancakes, you make me a drink.
Hiking in the woods, following a babbling brook, with my dog. Coming home to a cabin on the beach, relaxing and reading. Then start a fire and gaze at the stars.
A perfect day for me is when I wake up, go to the mirror, and see that I'm still there.
My perfect day: I wake up without a migraine. I feel full of energy and absolutely wonderful. The cat is lying next to me purring. I get up and have real coffee with bacon and eggs and toast. I drive to the library and get all the books I requested. I go to Barnes and Noble and buy all the books I want. I go to Walmart and buy a new laptop. I come home and fix a wonderful supper for everyone. The beef bourguinon is delicious with buttered parsley & garlic noodles and green beans. I enjoy a night watching movies with my family. I go to bed and go to sleep right away and stay asleep the whole night.
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