Sigh. Like I said Roscoe, can't you write a Bill Walton-ism on the melding of your brain and T.O.'s physique. C'mon...ya got me all upset and paranoid there. I haven't even be able to work on my Rap Sheets of the Suspects. Make me laugh. P.S. And I just tried to delete my rant and it's too late. Boo. I'm having a rough morning in murder2@pf.com.
I don't do autobiographies AKMW. Here is one for the dearly departed. Professor. What more can be said about the man who has dominated the internet translation landscape? His mind, delectable. His avatar, all knowing. His spiritual energy a blanket for the huddled plebian masses. One of the true marvels in Western Civilization. Wielding thunderstix at his first live Pistons game, brings to mind images of Zeus hurling lightning bolts from Mount Olympus. A father, a leader, a follower. An amazing life lived by an amazing person.
That was an awesome obit, Roscoe. I remember him talking about the thunderstix, very nice reference there.
Bill Walton, nothing. That was no living being. That was Howard Cossell's zombie speaking from the beyond. This place is getting totally eerie. Headhunter zombies. Gimme a break! I really think we need to have a link to the "Theme from Dark Shadows" here.
Alright. I've done some preliminary research and I'm absolutely convinced that one of us is probably the killer.
Yeah, you might be right. It was only preliminary research anyway. Well it was worth a try. They say 90% of the game is half mental.
No excuses cowboy. Around these pahts we reckon ain't no mayhaps bout it. We pride ourselfs on being absotively dead on about these here mattahs sonny boy. You gist go back thar with yer fancy city slickah research and doncha come back heh till you'n got it all right. Ya hear? We dun like missin' R tahget. Now git with ya.
aw shucks... but as brendan fraser's character says in the immortal pic "bedazzled": "there ain't no I in team. We worked as a team... we played good, and it was all good and i think we did pretty good, you know we need to give 110% of ourselves. "
Unfortunately Darth, mayhaps isn't a word. Its mayhap. Jus' doing my part to correct the world...one obscure word at a time.
i don't know. i'm kinda hurt. i'm just not seeing the effort to avenge my senseless death that i've seen with some of the other dead guys. you know, i'm just sayin' is all
but prof...no one else had a walton-esque obit. thats gotta count for something...even if it was composed by a fellow zombie.
LMAO. We still love ya Prof. Your death shall be avenged. Well...sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. We've just given in to the peer pressure and are going with our feelings and intuitions. Heck, it worked for Luke Skywalker. I'm just gonna close my eyes, let the force flow through me ...and find me the killer...
