So, yesterday you Met Smonk. Today, you learn how you can Get Smonk. This is how the lucky reader/Smonk recipient will be determined:
- Comment here as you please
- Whenever this thread goes without a comment for 48 hours, the reader who made the last comment wins! (comments from the Sons don't count)
- For your convenience, a "SoSG Smonkstakes" link to this thread has been placed on the sidebar.
Nothing more to it. Probably the simplest SoSG competition yet. Any questions ask here. I will leave you with more photos of Smonk during his SoSG tattoo surgical procedure:
Let the war of attrition begin!
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Yes, it used to be just a Texas thing. Dr. Pepper (which is now owned by the behemoth Cadbury Schweppes) purchased an interest in Big Red a few years ago. It would make sense that the channels of distribution were increased.
Personally I am fond of the diet version. It tastes just like the original.
RIEEKAN: (indicates radar screen) With all the meteor activity in this
system, it's going to be difficult to spot approaching ships.
I'm going to have to find myself a bottle of Big Red today after work. I'm craving one now! =)
Maybe I'll try a diet Big Red too.
Taking a deep breath, Han blurts out what is on his mind.
HAN: General, I've got to leave. I can't stay anymore.
@7777
Sorry, didn't mean to get you jonesing. If you're calorie conscious, I promise that the diet is just as good as the original.
Princess Leia, standing at a console nearby, is dressed in a
short white combat jacket and pants. Her hair is brained(sic) and
tied across her head in a Nordic fashion. She overhears their
conversation and seems somewhat distressed.
@Meanie
It's ok. If Big Red wasn't readily available here, then it might be a problem.
RIEEKAN: I'm sorry to hear that
Mr F is relentless
HAN: Well, there's a price on my head. If I don't pay off Jabba the
Hut, I'm a dead man.
Well hello there.
RIEEKAN: A death mark's not an easy thing to live with. You're a good
fighter, Solo. I hate to lose you.
Hello, I must be going.
HAN: Thank you, General.
Butts. LOL.
He turns to Leia as Rieekan moves away.
HAN: (with feeling) Well, Your Highness, I guess this is it.
Looks like Mr.F has blown his hyperdrive
LEIA: That's right.
Oh no! That sinister-looking kid is coming to kill me. Help. Help! Aah!"
Leia is angry. Han sees she has no warmth to offer him. He
shakes his head and adopts a sarcastic tone.
HAN: (cooly) Well, don't get all mushy on me. So long, Princess.
I was at Bible Camp. I was learning how to be more judgemental.
Han walks away into the quiet corridor adjoining the
command center. Leia stews a moment, then hurries after him.
Oh I see. Then everything is wrapped up in a NEAT LITTLE PACKAGE!
Really, I mean that. Sorry if it sounded sarcastic.
INTERIOR: HOTH -- REBEL BASE -- ICE CORRIDOR
LEIA: Han!
He's going to kill Rod and Todd too. That's horrible!...in principle.
Mr F seems to really want Smonk, presumably as a companion to the white bear in his avatar. But I fear it is driving him over the edge.
I really don't want that on my conscience.
EK, I'm already past the edge and it's not from SoSG. So your conscience has nothing to worry about.
Do not be alarmed, continue swimming naked. Aw, c'mon, continue! Come on! Oh...All right, Lou, open fire.
LEIA: I thought you decided to stay.
Let me be blunt: is there a labor crisis in America today?
Mmm, I wish you'd stop spreading bad rumors about people. Remember how you got Grampa tarred and feathered?
Sure, that was twenty minutes ago.
HAN: Well, the bounty hunter we ran into on Ord Mantell changed my
mind.
Hello, and welcome to the Springfield Police Department Resc-u-Fone. If you know the name of the felony being committed, press one. To choose from a list of felonies, press two. If you are being murdered or calling from a rotary phone, please stay on the line.
@EK et al
I'm with you. Mr. F has clearly gone over the edge and is pushing the rest of us over as well. Just give him the friggin bear and make it stop!
Smonkstakes called due to readership insanity!
You've entered the code for regicide. If you know the name of the King or Queen being murdered...
LEIA: Han, we need you!
Meanie: actually, MLASF is giving him a run for his money. Reminds me of McGwire-Sosa '98.
- I swear I don't know where the bombs are. Only the miners know that.
- Maybe this will loosen your tongue!
- Ahh! No! Aagh!
HAN: We?
Sorry, Bart dude. We gotta fill this thing with Epsom Salt and jam it on over to the old folks' home.
This is going to be a very long competition. I feel like a lemming about to head over the cliff. Cracking open a bottle of Tommasi Amarone to help ease the pain. Salute!
My plan has come to fruition. Soon I will be queen of summertime...uh, King! King!
So whose off-spring will be awarding this prize?
LEIA: Yes.
Let us celebrate our new arrangement with the adding of chocolate to milk.
I got the idea when I noticed the refrigerator was cold.
I'm telling you, Ned Flanders murdered his wife!
But why? She's such a fox! I mean, what's on Fox tonight? Something ribald, no doubt...
There was an optics festival and I wasn't informed?! You go now!
I'm sorry, that leg's going to have to come off.
Did I say "leg"? I meant that wet bathing suit.
HAN: Oh, what about you need?
Hey Nelson, he's really hurt. I think he broke his leg.
I said, ha ha.
LEIA: (mystified) I need? I don't know what you're talking about.
Ice cream! Ice cream! We are all out of ice cream!
Oh! The gentle caress of a summer breeze...
HAN: (shakes his head, fed up) You probably don't.
He's going to kill Rod and Todd too! That's horrible -- in theory.
I wish there was some other explaination for this...but there isn't. I'm a murderer, I'm a murderer!
Then that's not the real Ned Flanders.
I'M A MUR-DIDDLY-ERDILER!!
If that's not Flanders, he's done his homework.
LEIA: And what precisely am I supposed to know?
Over here we have the Hick Tub, the Insta-Rust, there's the Lightning-magnet, this is the Tinkler…
Ooooh! The Tinkler! I like the sound of that.
Look, question lady - this job isn't what I do. I play keyboards.
Marge, can you set the oven to cold?
Cast of characters: Viceroy Fizzlebottom, a hearty cherub of a man.
I'm out of quotes. Until tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen.
- Hi, bart.
- Hey, bart.
- Hello, Mrs. Cumberdale.
Or am I?
Oh no...it's now become a 3-way descent into madness.
“Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively”
- Voltaire
HAN: Come on! You want me to stay because of the way you feel about
me.
No!
LEIA: Yes. You're a great help to us. You're a natural leader...
martian
HAN: No! That's not it. Come on. Aahhh -- uh huh! Come on.
flapdoodle.
Leia stares at him, understanding, then laughs.
LEIA: You're imagining things.
I would like to be the type of guy who could really make use of a stationery store. You know someone who's corresponding, keeping a journal, sending out invitations.
HAN: Am I? Then why are you following me? Afraid I was going to leave
without giving you a goodbye kiss?
But you're not that guy. You're a guy who wears sneakers and watches TV.
LEIA: I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee.
As it happens.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
HAN: I can arrange that. You could use a good kiss!
(Looking at display case)
ELAINE: I don't see it.
Got to find something I can quote ad naseum.
JERRY: What about this one?
Angrily, Han strides down the corridor as Leia stares after
him.
ELAINE: No, no that's a pen.
INTERIOR: HOTH -- REBEL BASE -- ANOTHER ICE CORRIDOR
A familiar stream of beeps and whistles herald the approach
of Artoo-Detoo and See-Threepio, who appear around a corner
and move along an ice wall toward the main hangar.
(Salesman, Barry appears)
BARRY: May I help you?
ELAINE: Yes, I'm looking for the Rolamech 1000. It's a mechanical pencil.
Artoo beeps a stream of protesting whistles.
BARRY: Oh I know the Rolamech 1000.
THREEPIO: Oh, switch off.
INTERIOR: HOTH -- REBEL BASE -- MAIN HANGAR DECK
The two robots stop at Han Solo's space freighter. Han and
Chewie are struggling with their central lifters.
NOOOOO
HAN: (to Chewie) Why do you take this apart now? I'm trying to get us
out of here and you pull both of these.
Oh come on.
Chewie grumbles in irritation.
Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about!
THREEPIO: Excuse me, sir.
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Day 4 and the insanity continues.
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
- Albert Einstein
And thus it goes on and on.
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere
A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
{Refrain}
Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
{Refrain}
Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
Journey was great back in their day. It's such a shame that Steve Perry's voice is forever gone.
And that he's a Gnats fan.
HAN: (to Chewie) Put them back together right now.
chickens
THREEPIO: Might I have a word with you, please?
And then I pour the milk.
HAN: What do you want?
*sips a scotch and watches the madness unfold*
THREEPIO: Well, it's Princess Leia, sir. She's been trying to get you
on the communicator.
This whole thing is a shame and mockery. It is a shomockery, not it's a shomockavesty.
Reading this thread is making me want to smoke some smonk weed. Serenity Now!
Do nurples come in other colors, aside from purple?
I hereby declare that an orange nurple is a purple nurple administered by someone with Cheeto fingers.
HAN: I turned it off. I don't want to talk to her.
Flim flam.
THREEPIO: Oh. Well, Princess Leia is wondering about Master Luke. He
hasn't come back yet. She doesn't know where he is.
knuckle
HAN: I don't know where he is.
JERRY: Seems to me, that button is in the worst possible spot. [talking about George's shirt] The second button literally makes or breaks the shirt, look at it: it's too high! It's in no-man's-land, you look like you live with your mother
THREEPIO: Nobody knows where he is.
GEORGE: Are you through? [kind of irritated]
HAN: What do you mean, "nobody knows"?
JERRY: You do of course try on, when you buy?
337, just because
Han glances at the fading light at the entrance of the ice
cave as night slowly begins to fall on the planet.
GEORGE: Yes, it was purple, I liked it, I don't actually recall considering the buttons.
THREEPIO: Well, uh, you see...
JERRY: Oh, you don't recall?
Han jumps down off the lift, as Threepio follows him.
GEORGE: [pretends he's talking into a microphone] Uh, no, not at this time.
HAN: Deck Officer. Deck Officer!
JERRY: Well, senator, I just like to know, what you knew and when you knew it. [a waitress approaches the table]
THREEPIO: Excuse me, sir. Might I inqu-...
WAITRESS: Mister Seinfeld. [she pours coffee in his cup] Mister Costanza. [she wants to pour coffee, but George stops her]
Han abruptly puts his hand over Threepio's mouth as the
deck officer approaches.
GEORGE: Are, are you sure this is decaf? Where's the orange indicator?
DECK OFFICER: Yes, sir?
WAITRESS: It's missing, I have to do it in my head: decaf left, regular right, decaf left, regular right...it's very challenging work. [ironically]
HAN: Do you know where Commander Skywalker is?
JERRY: Can you relax, it's a cup of coffee, Claire is a professional waitress.
DECK OFFICER: I haven't seen him. It's possible he came in through the
south entrance.
GEORGE: How come you're not doin' the second show tomorrow?
HAN: It's possible? Why don't you go find out? It's getting dark out
there.
JERRY: Well, there's this uh, woman might be comin' in.
DECK OFFICER: Yes, sir.
GEORGE: Wait a second, wait a second, what coming in, what woman is coming in?
The deck officer leaves hurriedly, as Han takes his hand
off Threepio's mouth.
JERRY: I told you about Laura, the girl I met in Michigan?
THREEPIO: Excuse me, sir. Might I inquire what's going on?
GEORGE: No, you didn't!
HAN: Why not?
JERRY: I thought I told you about it, yes, she teaches political science? I met her the night I did the show in Lansing...[looks in the milk can] There's no milk in here, what...
THREEPIO: Impossible man. Come along, Artoo, lets find Princess Leia.
Between ourselves, I think Master Luke is in considerable danger.
GEORGE: Wait wait wait, what is she, [takes the milk can from Jerry and puts it on the table] what is she like?
INTERIOR: HOTH -- REBEL BASE -- MAIN ICE TUNNEL
The deck officer and his assistant hurry toward Han as he
enters the tunnel.
GEORGE: [with a big smile] So, ya know, what, what happened?
DECK OFFICER: Sir, Commander Skywalker hasn't come in through the
south entrance. He might have forgotten to check in.
JERRY: Oh, nothing happened, ya know, but is was great.
HAN: Not likely. Are the speeders ready?
GEORGE: Oh, nothing happened, but it was...
HAN: Then we'll have to go out on Tauntauns.
JERRY: Yeah.
DECK OFFICER: Sir, the temperature's dropping too rapidly.
GEORGE: This is great!
DECK OFFICER: Sir, the temperature's dropping too rapidly.
The game is still the same. It is you who have changed!
HAN: That's right. And my friend's out in it.
I get out the Navy, my brother's famous, his fame is exploding. I'm real proud of that. You know what I mean. I'm getting to hang out with people that I only read about in magazines and seen on the screen somewhere. I'm standing next to them, being at dinner tables with them. And you know it was a bugout, man. And you know, I was a huge Rick James fan. That's the first person that I would say that out of all the celebrities that I met, that I was starstruck.
Hoth is cold. So very cold.
JERRY: Yeah.
ASSISTANT OFFICER: I'll cover sector twelve. Have com-control set
screen alpha.
GEORGE: So, ya know, she calls and says she wants to go out with you tomorrow night? God bless! Devil you!
Han pushes through the troops and mounts a Tauntaun.
DECK OFFICER: Your Tauntaun'll freeze before you reach the first
marker.
JERRY: Yeah, well...not exactly. I mean, she said, you know, she called this morning and said she had to come in for a seminar and maybe we'll get together.
HA! 3 can play this game.
Bayern out to a cracking start of the second half. Good chances.
Shot over the bar for Inter. Milito just over and saved.
Wasted through ball. Goal kick to Bayern.
Jose Mourinho a master tactician; has his team come out of the tunnel late for the beginning of the second half; backfires right away.
Schweinsteiger having a decent game. I believe his name means "pig killer" in German.
Free kick to Inter, wasted over the bar.
Altintop with a chance for Bayern; goes wide.
Corner to Inter; cleared by Bayern.
Italian fans not fond of Bayern's ball control offense.
Lousy corner play for Bayern.
HAN: Then I'll see you in hell!
400
Muller trying to get something started for the German club.
Nicked 400 from me. Damn.
There is a man in need of a game thread in here
Han maneuvers his mount out of the cave and races into the
dark bitter night.
Milito with a brilliant goal; his second.
Inter 2-0 over Bayern Munich.
Again with Milito
MLASF,
Klose as I'm going to get. Besides, I can't quote movies or shows like you and Mr. F.
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