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flacnvinyl
Bring back Stonestod!
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SomeTorontoGirl
I just hope he tips me..
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SomeTorontoGirl
I just hope he tips me..
I guess that's with the 'ye olde Englishe' version in mind............
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Stoneage
Maybe Stonestod (Stones death in German!) would be fried by all the yes-men, who are very much in command here, were he to return?
Humour or irony isn't well recieved by everyone these days. Many mistakes it for whining...
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dcba
The "1792 tour" thread brings back fond memories... A typo that generated 20+ pages of sheer insanity!
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dcba
The "1792 tour" thread brings back fond memories... A typo that generated 20+ pages of sheer insanity!
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MisterDDDD
The whole "onlystones" tall tale thread of bribing a non-existent head of the catering/banquet department at the Belly Up was pretty hilarious...
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dcba
The "1792 tour" thread brings back fond memories... A typo that generated 20+ pages of sheer insanity!
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MisterDDDD
The whole "onlystones" tall tale thread of bribing a non-existent head of the catering/banquet department at the Belly Up was pretty hilarious...
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drbryant
Onlystones told me what happened, and I believe him. In his words:
I knew I didn't have much time, so I called a buddy, who told me that "a powerful friend" had chartered a private jet to San Diego and I was free to join if I could get to nearby Wayne Airfield in 15 minutes. I grabbed my briefcase, which I had filled with unmarked bills in small denominations, and jumped in my Lambo. I knew if I really pushed it, the airfield was still 20 minutes away - I made it in ten. I got on the jet, saw that there were only two passengers, so I picked a seat at the back of the 12-seat jet, placed my briefcase on the seat next to me and was soon sound asleep. I knew that a night of sex, drugs and rock and roll lay ahead, and I wanted to get some rest. I awoke just as we were touching ground in San Diego, and immediately started calling Hertz to get the best sports car they had, when the other passenger turned around and offered me a ride to the city. I looked at him and joked "my mother told me not to get in cars with strangers", and he smiled and replied "this isn't a car", as the hovercraft lifted off.
We were at the Belly Up in no time. I thanked my new friend, and headed for the catering department of the club. I walked in the door and knew things weren't good. My contact introduced himself, and said sheepishly "We need more money. There are these guys from LA, the Diaz brothers, who are offering twice what you offered." For some reason, I just lost it. I'm not a huge guy, but I do have a black belt in karate, and can be scary when I'm upset. I screamed "I have the money, and we had a deal. F#%^* you, buddy, and f#%^* the f#^#%^g Diaz brothers; I bury those cockroaches!" He seemed to get the message, and suddenly I had an "Event Catering" lanyard around my neck and was being led backstage to a small room. Inside, there was a table with a dozen lines - a woman that looked suspiciously like Kate Upton, looked up at me and said "finally! I've been waiting for someone else to arrive so we could party!"
the club was small. I saw BV. Mick wore black and they played "Crazy Mama" and "I Got the Blues". I cried. The rest is history. I'll try to post more later.