OOC: Jiro's Jazz? Jiro's Jive? Jiro's Cheero?
OOC: Jiro's Jazz? Jiro's Jive? Jiro's Cheero?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Originally Posted by Mercen-X
OOC: Jiro's Jig? Jiro's Jip? Jiro's Jiramazing Lie?
Sheesh, this naming business is difficult. Their all terrible!
Jiro's Jank Ass trout
or better yet
Jiro's Not Coming Back, Game Over, Everyone Go Home
Aww don't say that Sam! I love Jiro, he'll be back. Though his sudden departure does strike me as very odd. Suffice to say, I'm concerned.
JIRO'S JAH-RIGHT!
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I was thinking that given rounds 1-2 were synonyms of lies, 3-4 could by synonymous with truth. I just couldn't think of anything good.
streme Wheelie
Recognized Member
I like Mercen-X's suggestion best. As for an explanation; I was scrapping with my brother and it got pretty physical. I tried a high kick to the chest and as I took a step I kicked the bottom of the mattress. Can't remember if it was three impact of hitting the mattress or the subsequent fall but I cracked my second toe. Broke in two places. After that I just strapped it up to my big toe and went about my business; naught else I could do.
Did you tell your mom? What did your brother do? Did you share a room? Did it heal right? What does it look like now?
streme Wheelie
Recognized Member
I didn't tell her why I tripped but the half story was enough. We didn't share a room and our fights were pretty frequent anyway. It all blew over quick. I don't know if it healed right, my toes are already spastic. I can walk at least, out doesn't give me any lingering pain.
How old were you? What were you fighting over?
streme Wheelie
Recognized Member
I have no idea how old I was. Thirteen? We just fought, for fun, over nothing. We were boys.
streme Wheelie
Recognized Member
PS "Would I Lie To You?" was on the telly last night so I'm now a bona fide expert at this game.
I've literally watched every episode ever televised in the UK and I'm still a pretty trout host
I blame the fact that we're in an experimental stage and predict future hosts will do a much better job.
streme Wheelie
Recognized Member
I think it's pretty friggin' great. I'm still here, just for this. If it were trout you'd be down a player right now, so take pride in yourself!
##Vote: Truth
This just sounds like a very Jiro thing to me.
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