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Inspired by my favorite thug, noted sociologist Dr. Snoopus Doggus.

Hick Walkin'...You're out in the yard working all day, following a great big breakfast. You shit your pants a little at about 7:30 a.m. as you lift a log into your pickup truck. The eggs and coffee an hour earlier gave you a small dose of diarrhea. But you need to keep working, so you walk around all funny with some shit in your pants...Hick Walking.

There are about 1,000 variations of this.

One other: You're digging holes for fence posts to pen in your new goat. Your old man, who is driving the tractor, runs over your foot. You limp a bit all day...Hick Walking.

You get the picture.

ewwwwwwwwwwwww
You're SICK, Uzi!
(Bam! shot ya!)

You are pleasuring a sheep in the neighbors pasture. He spots you and fires a shotgun blast over your head. You withdraw and scramble to pull up your trousers. Not having finished the deed, you are suffering the male malady known as "blue balls." Where you come from its also known as - Hick Walking.

Great piss-take of Crip Walking, Uz!

Mick

You're swearing at your kindergarten teacher amazingly. She tries to read you a story about a caterpillar called Greg. You call her a fucking ho. She "accidently" hits you over the head with a baton and you fall down with blood flying. Lying on the ground with life draining as this baton cracked your skull, swear words run through your little mind. As the judge Geoff rules not guilty to the teacher, you have experienced: Bonnano walking.

Very nice, Uzi.

-Penguin

Boner you wish to hide draws hick walking and surpressing hands inside pockets.

Why are you being mean to me.....AGAIN? Damn, I thought our childish bickering came to an end?

It probably won't ever end, ShortCake. Nonetheless, that ShortCake walk was the sheer fact that as I would never, ever physically hurt you, that is my form of stomping your balls. Seriously though, I apologise.

You make one for me if you want, it's fun!

I hate bickering. I guess I'm in the mood too, though. Forgive me for that, I've had a very shitty day. I got sick again. Damn sickness. Hopefully just the flu...

-Penguin

Hopefully just the flu...

^ Anton.

Hopefully 'tis cancer, or the HIV.

Ah Anton don't start with the IM bickering again and GP...can't we all just get along? Or at least concentrate on ONE enemy: JJoe. (There's no where NEAR enough blood on the floor there yet!)

Big fat poopie heads.

Fwuffy wuv and sloppy kisses to all,
Salad

GP...can't we all just get along? Or at least concentrate on ONE enemy: JJoe. (There's no where NEAR enough blood on the floor there yet!)

^ SB.

Not untill my hopes are materialized. We can all concentrate on ONE enemy. As for the bloodshed, I hope to increase it 10 fold, or untill it is enough.

Ok. As much as I try understand the general impulse, I find it a little odd to take so much aggression out in what is, fundamentally, inconsequential to everyday life.

And yet, this observation is just as inconsequential. OK GP, I will try to resist the estrogen-induced urge to "make nice".

Shoot me up with Testosterone. Perhaps that would make me a Republican.

Uzi, your a funny, witty guy

Inspired by my favorite thug, noted sociologist Dr. Snoopus Doggus.

I really needed a laugh today and this thread provided it. Thankyou very much

FH

*sigh*
Yeah, I know...I'm just a bit grumpy. I KNOW it SHOULD be JJoe we're getting, but what the hell...

GP. I would say that I pity you, but I don't. What a sad little life you must lead.

Nonetheless, Hick Walking needs help...

You apologise to ShortCake for being stupid. Anton The Penguin walking, it be.

You are running home when you trip over a dog and impale your eye on a fence post. As you lie there with your brains slowly oozing out of the socket and staining the sidewalk, a dog urinates on your leg and begins to hump it. You manage to draw yourself off the post, but your eye is hanging out. A massive breeze blows it up into a tree where it wraps around. You try to climb the tree to get your eye (it is still attatched to you), when a bird comes along and starts pecking on it. Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. Then, a gang comes along and pulls you down off the tree, tearing the eye off. The gang proceed to slit your nostriles and smash your temples with baseball bats. Then, they cut all the muscles around your tongue. They cut your stomach open, crusify you, and send you flying off a massive cliff. When landing in the water, you slowly sink and drown. You have experienced Mistersixer meets Uzi walking.

-Penguin

Anton, why would you pity me?

Ask yourself that question, my friend.

-Penguin

Okay. Now, why do you pity Mr.Penguin?

I'm sorry? Your grammar is lost on me. Do you mean why do people pity me or why I pity you (not that I do).

Just need that cleared up.

How was your day (actually, it might not have been your "day", is it morning there? Damn different time frames ), GP?

-Penguin

Insomniacs!!

It is 2:05 over here. I am so fucking mad. I can't sleep. What time is it in NZ, Ant?

Quarter past six pm. There is no insomniac here, I have got a great sleeping pattern.

Best thing is, tomorrow is, thanks to our Commonwealth connections , Queens birthday. It is, of course, a three day weekend.

You know, I'm feeling kind of hungry...I guess that's why I'm posting on this certain thread.

-Penguin

Day was alright, yours?

I meant " why would you pity me, Mr. Penguin "? Though it was not what I typed, sorry for any confusion it may have caused you.

My day was crap. Again. Still, it's good on a larger scale.

Why would I pity you? Did you think about it, nice and carefully? Notice the words "you must lead a sad little life". That is, obviously, why.

Bah, who cares, I'm not into bickering...not at the moment, and I'm off to dinner.

Night all, might be back on later.

-Penguin

Ah!!! So you mean you dicide what kind of a life others must lead?

Why would you think that, GP? It's simply all to do with opinion, and it probably isn't true anyway. How is life, GP? Then I could have a clearer perspective.

-Penguin

Uzi, noble attempt at trying to stimulate the creative juices, but just as unpredictable as asteroids colliding, the board has drifted into chat-room syndrome. Peace to all.

Why would you think that, GP? It's simply all to do with opinion, and it probably isn't true anyway. How is life, GP? Then I could have a clearer perspective.

^ Peguin.

These questions could be answered and their answeres could be discussed in this message board's chatroom.

Yes, you're right...

You're walking down the road (yes, on the road), licking a lollipop. A friend drives along in his car and picks you up. You offer him some lollipop. He declines. You drop it out of your window and suddenly feel sorry for -- OH MY GOD THE VOICES ARE BACK -- it. You hop out of the car, breaking your tailbone, but you got the lollipop. Picking it up out of desolate drain it flew into, you attempt to walk with a broken tailbone. Then you drop the lo --THEY CAN HEAR ME -- llipop down your pants and start walking with this sticky shit and a broken tailbone. This awkward way of walking is known well as Hick Walking. And Crazy Walking.



-Penguin