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Last, ultimo, bout, последнее, letztes...
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | June 26, 2004 at 02:01 AM
It's easier to be first than it is to be last.
126
Posted by: jp | June 29, 2004 at 05:19 AM
infiniti and your a doodiehead
Posted by: lidz | June 29, 2004 at 06:01 AM
Infinity to the infinity power, plus one!
If not last, then: penultimate...
Posted by: Lori | June 30, 2004 at 01:34 AM
The inevitable end will come to us all, we will all fall victim to the looming claws of the grim reaper. But what will we leave behind us... how will we be remembered? Our last words are a keepsake, a memory of us and the lives we lived.
Aldous Huxley wrote in the preface to his book "Brave New World", that one should judge all things as if one saw them from one's deathbed.
Last.....
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 05, 2004 at 12:52 PM
"Did I play my role well? If so, then applause, because the comedy is finished!"
Last...
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 06, 2004 at 01:24 PM
"Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough."
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 06, 2004 at 03:20 PM
133 and counting.
Posted by: djtonyb | July 06, 2004 at 07:44 PM
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 07, 2004 at 12:55 PM
"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something…"
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 07, 2004 at 02:31 PM
Not last yet, Dave./
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 07, 2004 at 03:26 PM
De ledge! I leap from ;-)
Now it's just a matter of counting floors on the way down!
Posted by: eadn | July 07, 2004 at 03:49 PM
We may say nothing, but we say it lots of times.
Posted by: rita | July 07, 2004 at 05:56 PM
Dave Dilegge, I have news for you. This thread will end when, at some point in the future, the spammers get around to deleting every single comment on the thread and replacing them with the same 5 or 6 lame crap spam comments. If you don't believe me, take a look.
Until then, all indications are that the thread will live on.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | July 07, 2004 at 10:54 PM
Good morning.
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 08, 2004 at 01:17 AM
Fuhgeddaboudit, buster!
Posted by: Leetie | July 08, 2004 at 05:50 AM
D'art, that's horrifying. They deleted OUR ACTUAL WORDS? How did they do that? Can Dave do something about it? Has somebody told judi?
I mean, what if somebody wants to read their way through the archives? Some of our stuff was pretty good.
Oh, and
NOT LAST.
;)
Posted by: Blogchik | July 08, 2004 at 05:58 AM
This post exists merely to prove Blogchik right.
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 08, 2004 at 06:59 AM
next but before last
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 08, 2004 at 11:28 AM
Penultimately speaking,
Boogers!
Posted by: Leetie | July 08, 2004 at 11:32 AM
Not Last!
Posted by: Lee | July 08, 2004 at 12:57 PM
More famous last words:
"The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender"
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 08, 2004 at 01:17 PM
And here.
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 08, 2004 at 01:21 PM
Here too.
Posted by: Me Again | July 08, 2004 at 01:33 PM
*Adds a few drops of a special mix of chemicals to all future posts*
There shall never be last words only a last letter
A
Posted by: MadScientist | July 08, 2004 at 01:39 PM
Zed.
Posted by: Dave D Again | July 08, 2004 at 02:01 PM
Zed's dead cause Ted crushed his head with a burritto made of lead. The color was mostly red. He then lay under then bed.
Posted by: Graz | July 08, 2004 at 02:26 PM
Zed is the Commonwealth pronunciation of our Z - but what do I know? - After all, I am an Alpha attempting to be the Omega...
OMEGA...
Posted by: Dave Dilegge | July 08, 2004 at 02:33 PM
[peers in. . . sees Punky's got things under control. . . leaves]
Posted by: Deontologist | July 08, 2004 at 02:49 PM
Find out more about Neep and increasing energy efficiency in homes, buildings and industry throughout the Northeast region of the United States.
Posted by: Dave D.... | July 08, 2004 at 02:57 PM
Tralalala.
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 08, 2004 at 03:39 PM
Good choice of a web site - Tralalala - home of the Finikiwiki - Quite possibly the world's smallest wiki???
Posted by: Dave D. | July 08, 2004 at 04:06 PM
I thought so myself, thanks for the affirmation.
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 08, 2004 at 06:40 PM
You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
Posted by: Dave D. | July 09, 2004 at 12:08 PM
xanax xanax xanax
tons o' snot
xanax xanax xanax
racecar
Posted by: M. T. Head | July 09, 2004 at 12:17 PM
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
(this part is spoken...) Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie.
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be.
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning,
the same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love.
Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children...)
(fade)
Posted by: Dave D. | July 09, 2004 at 12:36 PM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Enough bad lyrics.
That is all.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 09, 2004 at 01:58 PM
Jeff Meyerson - But bad lyrics are so easy to find - there simply is an over abundance of the same on countless Internet sites. Any suggestions for "good" lyrics?
Posted by: Dave D. | July 09, 2004 at 05:20 PM
True. Good lyrics? It's too early to think.
Oh, and FIRST today.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 10, 2004 at 03:32 AM
Will this work for a start (especially if Ray Charles is singing it):
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
Posted by: Dave D. | July 10, 2004 at 07:27 AM
One more,
Louis Armstrong
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Oh yeah
Posted by: Dave D. | July 10, 2004 at 07:40 AM
My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R
My bologna has a second name, it's M-A-Y-E-R
(something something something)
'cause Oscar Mayer has a way, with B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 10, 2004 at 08:17 AM
leigh:
you mean:
I love to eat it every day
and if you ask me why I'll say
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 10, 2004 at 08:40 AM
"Hungryyyyy, Hungry Jack. They gobble 'em up and the plate come back for Hungry Jack."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 10, 2004 at 09:07 AM
Ooey gooey rich and chewey inside
Golden flaky tender caky outside
Wrap the inside in the outside
Is it good? You're darn tootin'
The big fig newton
(Here's the tricky part)
The big fig newton
(One more time!)
The big fig newton!
Posted by: Leetie | July 10, 2004 at 01:27 PM
"Meet the Swinger, Polaroid Swinger. It's more than a camera, it's almost alive, it's only 19 dollars and 95."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 10, 2004 at 01:44 PM
Meow Meow Meow Meow
Meow Meow Meow Meow
Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow!
Posted by: Leetie | July 11, 2004 at 04:30 AM
"I can't believe I ate the whole thing"
"Where's the beef?"
"My wife, I think I'll keep her"
"I've Fallen and I can't Get up!"
"Are those Bugle Boy Jeans that you're wearing?"
"Look Ma, no cavities!"
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 06:01 AM
Can you hear me now?
(P.S. Thanks Jeff!)
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 11, 2004 at 07:53 AM
The one I always hated the most -- not least because it made women look like idiots who had nothing better to do with their lives -- was
"Please don't squeeze the Charmin."
Here's an oldie from when I was a kid:
"You'll wonder where the yellow went
When you brush your teeth with Pepsodent."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 11, 2004 at 09:10 AM
"Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don't.
Almond Joy got nuts, Mounds don't.
Almond Joy got real milk chocolate coconut
and munchy nuts, too.
Mounds got deep dark chocolate and chewy
coconut EUUUH.
Sometimes you feel like nut.
Sometimes you don't.
Peter Paul Almond Joy got nuts.
Peter Paul Mounds don't.
Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don't."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 10:56 AM
Remember these?
Oh, we're the men of Texaco.
We work from Maine to Mexico.
There's nothing like this Texaco of ours;
Our show tonight is powerful,
We'll wow you with an hourful
of howls from a showerful of stars;
We're the merry Texaco-men!
Tonight we may be showmen;
Tomorrow we'll be servicing your cars!"
---
"You can trust your car to the man who wears the star"
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 11:50 AM
Lee-hee-hee-hee-vi's
Haw haw
Lee-hee-hee-hee-hee-vis
Haw haw
Lee-hee-hee-hee-hee-vis.
Lee-hee-hee-hee-hee-
Lee-hee-hee-hee-hee-
Luh-hee-hee-hee-hee-
Lee-hee-hee-hee-hee-vis!
Posted by: Leetie | July 11, 2004 at 12:04 PM
"Brylcreem, a little dab'll do ya,
Brylcreem, you'll look so debonair!,
Brylcreem, the gals'll all pursue ya!,
They'll love to run their fingers through your hair"
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 12:34 PM
Schaefer is the
One beer to have
When you're having more than one.
(What an awesome slogan)
Posted by: Leetie | July 11, 2004 at 12:55 PM
"Hey Mabel, Black Label!"
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 01:04 PM
"My beer is Rheingold the dry beer,
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer,
It's not bitter, not sweet
Extra dry flavored treat
Won't you try
Extra dry
Rheingold beer."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 11, 2004 at 04:57 PM
Since the topic is on beer:
"How's a beer sound, Norm?"
"I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in."
"What's shaking, Norm?"
"All four cheeks & a couple of chins."
"What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?"
"Going Down?"
"What's new, Normie?"
"Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer."
"What'll it be, Normie?"
"Just the usual Coach. I'll have a froth of beer & a snorkel."
"What would you say to a beer, Normie?"
"Daddy wuvs you."
"What'd you like, Normie?"
"A reason to live. Give me another beer."
"What'd you say, Norm?"
"Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer."
"What would you say to a beer, Norm?"
"Hiya, sailor. New in town?"
"Whaddya say, Norm?"
"Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink."
"Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?"
"Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?"
"Would you like a beer Mr. Peterson?"
"No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass."
"What's the story, Mr. Peterson?"
"The Bobsey Twins go to the brewery.Let's cut to the happy ending."
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"
"A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'"
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"Poor." "I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, I mean pour."
"Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"Alright, but stop me at one....make that one-thirty."
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear."
"What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?"
"Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer."
"What's the story, Norm?"
"Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer."
"Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"A little early, isn't it, Woody?"
"For a beer?"
"No, for stupid questions."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 11, 2004 at 05:26 PM
Just say NO to being last.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | July 11, 2004 at 08:01 PM
Ditto
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 12, 2004 at 06:50 AM
There's no end in site...except on some of judi's links.
Posted by: Lee | July 12, 2004 at 01:58 PM
Good morning.
Posted by: Dave D. | July 13, 2004 at 12:49 AM
And to you, Dave.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 13, 2004 at 05:09 AM
Heh, my husband is still waiting for a chance to use this horrible pun he came up with:
Him: Dear, what comes from sheep?
Me: Mutton, honey.
I know, I know *ducks*
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 13, 2004 at 08:49 AM
leigh: smack your husband one for me.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 13, 2004 at 09:51 AM
yeah, he gets thwacked on a pretty regular basis. never hard though, and always deserved =)
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 13, 2004 at 10:50 AM
hehehehehehehe
Posted by: Bangi_G | July 13, 2004 at 12:29 PM
Aye, yii, yii, yiiii,
I am the Frito Bandito.
I like Frito's Corn Chips,
I love them I do.
I want Frito's Corn Chips,
I'll get them from you.
Aye, yii, yii, yiiii,
Oh, I am the Frito Bandito.
Give me Frito Corn chips
And I'll be your friend.
The Frito Bandito
You must not offend.
---
Evening Jeff...
Posted by: Dave D. | July 13, 2004 at 02:50 PM
1939 - "Royal Crown is Tops in Taste"
1941 - "Best by taste test"
1956 - "Better Taste Calls for RC!"
1959 - "RC - the fresher refresher"
1962 - "Royal Crown is made fresher to taste fresher"
1963 - "Go fresher with RC: "Overnight - Americas Number One"
1964 - "Go fresher - Go RC!"
1965 - "Who's drinking all that Diet Rite - America's No. 1 Low Calorie Soda - Everybody!
1967 - "Escape - Come on over to RC Cola the one with the mad, mad taste"
1967 - "Diet Rite tastes so good... even non-dieters drink it"
1970 - "We cool off hot towns"
1972 - "The one you loved is back"
1974 - "RC - its just right for you"
1975 - "Me and my RC"
1975 - "No, No, Yes, Yes "
1977 - "Say yes to Diet Rite Cola: One big delicious Yes!"
1980 - "Here's to fun"
1981 - "Taste the one that won"
1984 - "Cola lovin' woman, Cola lovin' man"
1984 - "Everybody's Gotta Diet Rite"
1985 - "Some people go out of their way for the taste of RC"
1988 - "Decide for yourself"
1989 - "New look, same great taste"
1990 - "Take the RC Challenge"
1994 - "Shake things up"
1998 - "Be Free, Drink RC"
Posted by: Dave D. | July 13, 2004 at 03:17 PM
Is it a good idea to let a twelve-month old baby drive on the freeway while playing the ukulele? Well, the answer is "no, it isn't," and I'm getting out of here.
-Kermit
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 13, 2004 at 06:43 PM
"Weebles wobble but they don't fall down."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 14, 2004 at 03:47 PM
"Can you hear me now?"
(That was speaking of a guy who needs smacking.)
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 15, 2004 at 03:27 AM
S#!t happens when you party naked~Bad Santa
Posted by: Graz | July 15, 2004 at 04:42 AM
Graz, I LOVED Bad Santa!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 15, 2004 at 06:18 AM
We saw Bad Santa on our honeymoon. It was rather disturbing. Funny, yes, but disturbing.
Posted by: leigh7911 | July 15, 2004 at 06:48 AM
leigh, I agree, it's not your normal honeymoon movie.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 15, 2004 at 07:40 AM
It's been a pleasure - nice blog and looks like some great people post here;-) With that I have to bow out for a while - and leave you with:
"Nothing beats a great pair of L'eggs."
Posted by: Dave D. | July 15, 2004 at 02:25 PM
Nytol.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 15, 2004 at 06:36 PM
I got legs! - Eddie Murphy
Posted by: D'Artagnan | July 15, 2004 at 08:03 PM
222nd!
Posted by: Alex | July 15, 2004 at 11:01 PM
3:01 AM? Insomnia, Alex?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 16, 2004 at 05:27 AM
Insomnia is a great way to get things done.
Posted by: Graz | July 16, 2004 at 04:05 PM
Last for tonight.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 16, 2004 at 05:54 PM
First this morning!
Posted by: djtonyb | July 16, 2004 at 08:16 PM
Hello? Is anybody in here?
*echo echo echo*
Who left the lights on?
Posted by: Peri | July 20, 2004 at 07:19 AM
Not last, that's for sure.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | July 20, 2004 at 10:57 AM
No way, no how.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 20, 2004 at 12:03 PM
Quiet here; too quiet.
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 22, 2004 at 03:17 AM
Hello, Jeff. Do you want to start cleaning up in here? Looks like there was one heck of fight.
*kicks away a piece of broken furniture*
Or maybe we should just leave it for the forensics team. We should check that 'Mr Last' is hiding in the rafters. He struck me as the stubborn type.
Posted by: Peri | July 22, 2004 at 05:59 AM
ISN'T hiding, I meant. Darn it.
Posted by: Peri | July 22, 2004 at 06:01 AM
*walks in- sets off alarm- runs back out*
Posted by: Graz | July 22, 2004 at 01:43 PM
Good point, Peri. He's probably lurking until he's sure we're really gone. Come on out, Dave D., we know you're in there.
Graz, did your teacher tell your mother you were a troublemaker? I bet she did.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 23, 2004 at 06:39 AM
Link
Posted by: Dave D. | July 24, 2004 at 03:43 AM
That link is special for you Jeff - wait a few secs and have the volume turned up...
Posted by: Dave D. | July 24, 2004 at 04:32 AM
Thanks Dave. Too funny. I know those guys are dumb but they still crack me up.
"Dave?"
"Yeah, man, it's Dave. Open up."
"Dave?"
"Yeah man."
(long pause) "Dave's not here."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 24, 2004 at 06:09 AM
I know those guys are dumb but they still crack me up.
Same here. I guess I am last for at least an hour or so;-) Have to come up with some new tactical manuevers...
Posted by: Dave D. | July 24, 2004 at 07:35 AM
Yeah, Dave D., what "tactical manuevers"?! I gotta guess you've bookmarked it, so have others. So, I've been just checking in and seeing that said "others" have carried the ball one last next time.
Is a puzzlement....
Posted by: eadn | July 24, 2004 at 05:48 PM
Dave's not here.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 25, 2004 at 07:17 AM
Dave's not here.
Posted by: Dave D. | July 25, 2004 at 07:53 AM
But is Dave here now?
Dave?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 26, 2004 at 04:16 AM