On Fire

[Rick]

He dicked up the lyrics, but really sounded great.

Right at 2:30...I had to rewind it. I knew something sounded wrong.

Hey, I did get your voicemail. Almost got into a wreck? I was listening, praying not to hear a crash!

Where you able to hear my brakes squeal and all the shit I had in the backseat fall on the fucking floor? Some old Mexican dude that looked drunk pulled right out of an alley without even looking. Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

I heard you get the tiniest bit agitated. I didn't hear the brakes, but I could tell it was a tense situation. You handled it better than I would have.

[Maui Tom]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

[Rick]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

[Gideon]

[Maui Tom]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

[Rick]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

Nice!

[Deacon]

Saint John, you are exactly right in the OP.

This version was phenomenal.

[Gideon]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

Nice!

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

[Saint John]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

Reminds me of the time in about 1988 when odorless sports cream came out and we put it in our friends underwear while on vacation. Watching him run around with his balls on fire was hilarious. Fucker got me back and pledged the floor. I walked to the bathroom while I was drunk and fell right on my ass. Thought I busted my fucking tail bone.

[Maui Tom]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

Nice!

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

Rhiannon would supply the tape....you have been sold a bill of goods....

[Gideon]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

Nice!

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

Rhiannon would supply the tape....you have been sold a bill of goods....

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

[Rick]

Then, the fucker looks at me like I'm the asshole.

You mean... in this particular situation or in general?

Those require two very different answers.

Easy, Elroy Jetson.

LOL...serious!

I think the MR teen squad needs to be hazed....

I think you have more than wedgies in mind here.

duct taped to the goalpost for starters....

Nice!

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

Fuck it, I'm out. She scares the hell out of me. Just kidding. She loves me. I think I could get her on our team pretty easily. You did get one thing right in that post though. "Old Bastard"

[Deacon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

[Saint John]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

[Deacon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Perhaps it's both.

[Gideon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

[Saint John]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

lol...mother jokes were cool when I was 17, too.

[Deacon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

I'll be sure and tell Ashley that you're cheating on her.

[Gideon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

lol...mother jokes were cool when I was 17, too.

He's been on the receiving end (of a lot, actually) of mom jokes for years. The source of the humor being: his mother hates my guts.

[Rick]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

lol...mother jokes were cool when I was 17, too.

He's been on the receiving end (of a lot, actually) of mom jokes for years. The source of the humor being: his mother hates my guts.

Yeah, but is she hot?

[Maui Tom]

I'm out...getting zits on my forehead....

[Gideon]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

lol...mother jokes were cool when I was 17, too.

He's been on the receiving end (of a lot, actually) of mom jokes for years. The source of the humor being: his mother hates my guts.

Yeah, but is she hot?

No. lol.

[Rick]

You've yet to hear the multi-octave shriek of terror I can emit. It's enough to ward off all attackers.

He's not joking, either.

It peels paint.

Perhaps it's his breath and not the stratospheric octave.

Nah. The only place my mouth goes all the time is Deacon's mom, and she's a big fan of hygiene.

lol...mother jokes were cool when I was 17, too.

He's been on the receiving end (of a lot, actually) of mom jokes for years. The source of the humor being: his mother hates my guts.

Yeah, but is she hot?

No. lol.

Sorry Deacon. I hate talking about peoples mothers. It just had to be asked.

[Deacon]

It's fine, lmao.

[Gideon]

It's fine, lmao.

Award-winning personality, though, right?

[strangegrey]

This is as good of a version as I've ever heard of this song. It absolutely fucking rocks. The nuances they've added and the slight vocal varaitions have breathed new life into an old classic. The middle and end are phenomenal.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_P3bufawpU

Looks like Arnel's eating a little too well these days. I wonder if US beef is a little more fatty than his usual fare...

[Deacon]

If you could call it that.

[Rhiannon]

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

When did this happen? Stop hiding under Mommy's apron, sug. Freebase some muscle milk and one day you, like Rick, can benchpress a Buick.

[Gideon]

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

When did this happen? Stop hiding under Mommy's apron, sug. Freebase some muscle milk and one day you, like Rick, can benchpress a Buick.

[Rick]

Rick, you old bastard. If you tried it, there would be some serious consequences (from Rhiannon, because she's my bodyguard).

When did this happen? Stop hiding under Mommy's apron, sug. Freebase some muscle milk and one day you, like Rick, can benchpress a Buick.

It's a very very small Buick. With no motor, or tranny. No wheels or seats or anything. We're talking small...