Playing this for a buddy tonight

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  1. “Please, by all means, use this thread as a remembrance for all things that passed.”

    1. candy gum cigarettes that had enough powdered sugar on them for 2 or 3 puffs.

    2. American Cokes in a green glass bottle.

    3. Shovelheads.

    4. iron Cobra intake manifolds.

    5. no helmet laws.

    6. the freedom we used to let kids have.

    7. the Pop shoppe.

    8. a peaceful Mesiko.

    9. Pappy Parkers fried chicken.

    10. the time period right before smart phones.

  2. Best to your friend Big Fur Hat.

    RIP to our great friend Sara that died from Metastatic Melanoma last year, 53.

    We miss hear dearly.

    What Sara Said:

    Best Beatle and song about LIFE, play this to your friend:

    “Keep me free from birth,
    Give me hope,
    Help me cope, with this heavy load,
    Trying to, touch and reach you with,
    Heart and soul.”

    I find music helps.

    Breathe Deep…


  3. “16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

    17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

    18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.”

    2 Corinthians 4:16-18

  4. Since you want to be assholes on this post, I will be ONE.

    Phone Booths? Are you effing kidding?? WHY post about a friend and then phone booth? Am I missing something?

    @ Aaron Burr and @BFH why diverge? Why HIJACK THE DAM POST? I know not PC to ask on IOTW.

  5. Supernightshade — you just made me cry.

    I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, Fur.

    RIP: David, Grace, David, George, Mr. Jenkins, John Adams, M. Stanton Evans, Johnny

    What has passed from my life: Paper candy bar wrappers, whole almonds in a Hershey w/almonds bar, a decent Black & Decker yard tool, being able to change your own oil.

  6. Because the guy who created the post wrote, “Please, by all means, use this thread as a remembrance for all things that passed.”

    But, if you’re all angsty about it, here’s to you Greg. Sorry you and your entire family were bound on your living room floor and shot in the back of the head one by one.

    Hey Dean, sorry you died but it was kinda shitty you fell asleep at the wheel and killed all 4 of your passengers.

    Tosha, what can I say? The drunk driver that killed you dashed any chances you had of graduating from the police academy and catching the killer of your best friend.

    Wrench, you got set up buddy, but suicide isn’t the way out.

    Dylan, heroin kills…but you know that know.

    Mickey, hardly knew ye, but you shouldn’t have hit on Sonny Bargers old lady.

    I could go on, but would frankly rather remember all the dead Tamaguchi electronic pets I killed. Rest in shinto heaven lil’ dinosaur eggs.

    Oh, and if you’re ever out west Fur, there’s a phone booth at the Yellowstone Lodge in Wyoming and one at the north rim of the Grand Canyon.

  7. BFH, I got it,,
    and sure your ‘Friend’ gets it as well,
    Guess a heart-full meant tribute now is meaningless.
    Shame the still living lucky ones don’t,,,

  8. Shinto Heaven is chock full of pachinko machines and those fat white porcelain cats that are always waving at you.

  9. @Geoff C. The Saltine – Educate me, I am only here a year, what was the point I was supposed to have gotten?

    @ No Blushes – “Shame the still living lucky ones don’t,,,” Shame?? Again, educate me. Why should I feel shame for not getting it?

  10. @ Abigail Adams – YOU are quite the ENABLER aren’t cha?

    JOHN Adams, or John Quincy Adams would not be proud…defending such a person with the lack of character as Aaron Burr??

    I laugh OUT LOUD meself.

    Am I suppose to defer to me lady??! HA.

    I wear my moniker with pride Burr cannot.

    Get a grip…

    Phone Booth = Death

    The Blob: BAD REMAKE:

  11. I’m just sayin’ Shinto Heaven is cooler than Buddhist Heaven. The Budda died after eating too many pork sticky buns. You can’t get those in Budda heaven anymore.

    Give me SouthWest Catholic Heaven. Wall to wall Christmas tamales and hot chicks who like to drink.

  12. Aaron — I can’t breathe. Seriously. STOP!! “Wall to wall Christmas tamales..” That’s wicked funny.

    What can you come up with for Methodist farm girl heaven?

  13. Pot luck dinners where all the wings and tasty bits haven’t already been taken.

    Also, those really nice, stiff paper plates with the floral pattern on them. Methodist Heaven means no more sorry, bendy thin plates that drip baked beans everywhere.

  14. @ghost — I’m just easy. I’m a giggler anyway, but I’m a total sucker for irreverent humor.

  15. Aaron — Say no more. It’s a gift you have there, laddie. There is at least one book of humor out there that was a best seller: “Scandinavian Humor and Other Myths.” Your “X Heaven” thesis is actually quite profound.

    @ghost: I’m not a Methodist.

  16. What I think you’re missing is that we are a site that cares, deeply, but we are an Irish funeral.

    The thread did not mention anyone specifically.
    I played the song for someone who is trying to get over some grief, and there is no better way to get over your grief than to be with friends, friends that will be there to make you smile.

    Burr is an acquired taste for some.
    He is a big part of what makes this site interesting and offbeat.

    His list of things that we’ve killed off due to “progress” is actually apropos.
    Nostalgia is a huge part of my grieving process.

  17. Well stated, Hatford. WHAM! is sorely missed by all.

    Nice tune Loco. I presume the wake will be held at the roller rink?

  18. Good question Aaron.
    Where would a good place be to hold a funeral?

    I’m thinking a burial at sea in Islamorada in the Florida Keys.
    Then everyone could fish afterwards, drink tequila and remember how prescient that crazy son-of-a-bitch was… 🙂

  19. …th……the roller rink.

    The old people can totally roll around in wheelchairs in there. It has a killer floor…wow….poor choice of words.

    I see what this Ghost persons deal with me is.

  20. The concern troll started at the same time as something else that started not here. Nasty, nasty fake types. All chambers and commerce and such. Stay away and try not to attract more of them here. The one here has no idea what’s what and whodat, and what’s coming. They are not MAGA. Not at ALL.

  21. I did have a Coke about 6 hours ago…..

    But this is me not giving a fudge. I never write to please anyone but me. If people don’t “get” me I figure they ain’t as well readified and schooled up as I are. Or they have one of several varying length sticks shoved up somewhere inconvenient, and terribly confining. Maybe their anal worms are hungry for semen, how should I know?

    All I know is people are going fishing at your wake while people at my wake are gettin’ laid.

    I still say roller rinks are the ideal location, but whatever.

    Chinese food is still mandatory afterwards, right?

  22. It does seem that life shouldn’t go on after a loss of a loved one. But it does go on and you honor that loved one by crying, laughing and enjoying your life to celebrate their impact on you.

    I miss them – some family, my critters, some heroes; but my life is full of those who remain. And I will live every minute of what’s left of my life. I’ll be serious, studious, silly, angry, shy, in awe, and, yes, irreverent.

    Dammit, I WILL go in the out door!

  23. Aaron Burr and I go way back, back to the days of Evil Conservatives. We enjoy teasing each other, and I especially enjoy it because he usually gets the better of me. AB may well be “an acquired taste” but it is a taste I’ve long enjoyed, and I was particularly delighted when he showed up here to become an intermittent regular at IOTW.

  24. “I was particularly delighted when he showed up here to become an intermittent regular at IOTW.”

    I’m slumming, Al.

    It’s what happens when you’re banned for life from social media and your website is taken away from you.

    They say the internet is forever but I’m proof that it’s actually used to erase people. Remember all that funny artwork I did? Gone. Every single hilarious article? Gone. Backup accounts on tumbler and other places that existed simply to archive my work? Super gone.

    Hell, they even wiped out my collection of Andy Turtle stories. Who the hell hates turtles?

    Anyway. Heres I sit. Alone under this internet bridge just waiting for some innocent little billygoat to clip clop overhead.

    P.S. of course I remember Hines. Do you guys remember when I sold merchandise for the sole purpose of buying hooch, dope, weapons and skirtz?
    “The EBT not accepted” panties were a top seller.


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