is on AMC now:uhuh::rotf2::jump1:yuk!yuk!yuk!happy New Year

"Knock it off, porcupine"...

"It's an artichoke, ..um an okie-doke, a partysmoke, it's a porcupine pineapple."

"Hey Moe, is that you? If it ain't, don't answer!"

"Lookit the grouse"....

The Beatles were very good and definately historic...but still I think they were also very overrated

I feel the same about the Stooges

The Beatles over rated???:smash::smash::smash::smash::smash::smash:

Ya might not like em'....but dey ain't over rated!

My favorite Stooge lines!

Is that the sun up there? I don't know I'm a stranger in town!:rotf2:

Turn on anything......you'll git it!:jump1:

The law firm "Dewey, Cheatem and Howe"


"Who threw the pie!?!"


"He was a loaf from old Kentucky, but he's just a crumb up here"


"When I nod my head, you hit it" (This was used regularly when my brother and I built his house in NH a few years back.


Give me burnt toast and a wrotten egg. I've got a tapeworm, and that's good enough for 'em."

The Beatles over rated???:smash::smash::smash::smash::smash::smash:

Ya might not like em'....but dey ain't over rated!

Hey Big Guy...take your meds...slow down...read what I wrote...then give me appropriate chit for what I wrote not for what I did not write

I do like the beatles very much. I happen to think that the White album and Sgt Peppers are both top ten all time.

I also think the Beatles are very over rated because they made their bones stealing song lyrics and music from american artists that never get the true credit...brittish invasion my ass..british cover band is why they got famous...bottom line is they didn't lauch themselves on their own work and to me that leaves them overrated

I feel the same about the stooges...they copy Laurel And Hardy acts over and over and they get all the credit...their work is still great slapstick but once again overrated

The law firm "Dewey, Cheatem and Howe"


"Who threw the pie!?!"


"He was a loaf from old Kentucky, but he's just a crumb up here"


"When I nod my head, you hit it" (This was used regularly when my brother and I built his house in NH a few years back.


Give me burnt toast and a wrotten egg. I've got a tapeworm, and that's good enough for 'em."

You mean....."He was bread in old Kentucky, but he is just a crumb up here!":uhuh:

Hey Big Guy...take your meds...slow down...read what I wrote...then give me appropriate chit for what I wrote not for what I did not write

I do like the beatles very much. I happen to think that the White album and Sgt Peppers are both top ten all time.

I also think the Beatles are very over rated because they made their bones stealing song lyrics and music from american artists that never get the true credit...brittish invasion my ass..british cover band is why they got famous...bottom line is they didn't lauch themselves on their own work and to me that leaves them overrated

I feel the same about the stooges...they copy Laurel And Hardy acts over and over and they get all the credit...their work is still great slapstick but once again overrated

I will need more than meds to get past that insanity!:jump1::jump1::jump1:

Give me a for instance Patrick?

One line I use all the time, especially when someone is commenting on how I am doing something......

"Ahhh shutup Mister, don't tell me my business!"


classic from that episode where they are working on that mansion, Larry is follwoing pipes thru the ground and the guys says to Moe I think, you're ruining the lawn.
Best episode ever, It also has the one where one of them pipes himself in the shower, and they rip wires out of pipes and hook them to water and the cook goes crazy. classic

"This house sho' gone crazy!"

"You want water? Turn on anything...you'll git it!"

Mo said in one show after one of the other Stooges said something , " You ejaculated a mouthfull " :rotf2: I hope to see that one again tonight , Ive been watching them since 12 noon yuk yuk me me me me ...
Link

meds........medsssss meds - meds here.!

hey you! what are you lookin at? :fury:

Hey Big Guy...take your meds...slow down...read what I wrote...then give me appropriate chit for what I wrote not for what I did not write

I do like the beatles very much. I happen to think that the White album and Sgt Peppers are both top ten all time.

I also think the Beatles are very over rated because they made their bones stealing song lyrics and music from american artists that never get the true credit...brittish invasion my ass..british cover band is why they got famous...bottom line is they didn't lauch themselves on their own work and to me that leaves them overrated



I don't know how old you are sir but the Beatles appeared on Ed Sulivan on my birthday in 1964. The 3 songs they did were all Lennon?McCartney. The Beatles did cover a number of artists that they truely admired early in their careers. "Love me do" (Lennon/McCartney)was their first hit record (UK) in 1962. To say that they were stealing music show a true lack of familiarity of the subject. I'm adding aan essay I did for a music mag back after George passed away. All this means little other than I'm gettin' up there.
The Beatles
By
Thom Pelletier
The anticipation mounted as the torturous drivel that precluded their introduction persisted. I was transfixed to the television watching as Ed Sullivan droned on. I remember alternately sitting then standing while waiting anxiously to see in action for the first time, what was billed as the new order in music. Though the band was barely heard of only a couple of months previous, the electricity surrounding the event was irrefutable. It was my twelfth birthday, February 9, 1964. And even my being at that chaotic stage in a wanabe-a-teen-ager’s life where the attention span would be taxed to realize that my own hair was ablaze, I was somehow aware that I was witnessing history. Inexplicably, still today, closing in too quickly on 40 years later, there is probably no image more frozen in time for me.
Even as the boys launched into the unmistakable first verse of “All My Lovin’”, I knew that I had drawn from the virtues of the Vitalas trough for the last time. It was clear to me that slicked back hair and surfing tunes were about to be permanently preempted.
The country, still trying to sort out the emotions invoked by the fateful assassination of a president, was desperately aching for a buoyant diversion. This quartet would, in an emphatic way, become that diversion. That’s not to say that they healed the wounds, but they surely softened the grief.
The following months would introduce us to a perpetuation of acts like the high energy Dave Clark Five and the Searchers. We would be exposed to the edgy intensity of bands like the Kinks. We’d also become aquatinted with the mellow and harmonic offerings of Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy and the Zombies. There was also another band that somehow managed to prolong its fifteen minutes of fame a bit longer; the Rolling Stones.
But it was the Beatles, in their uniformed attire and non-threatening mop-top hairstyles that set the tone. The Stones, to some perceived as the anti-Beatles, projected and embodied a “bad boy” image and appearance that’s appeal to an element of society was and still is somehow romantic. The Beatles’ comparatively sanitized look belied the fact that they, too, had been around the block a time or two. Those early 60’s excursions into the bowels of the Hamburg music scene at legendary clubs like the Cavern had to inevitably engender a maturation and attitude within them.
The major difference between the Beatles and the Stones was that a man who obviously had a strategic plan was managing the Beatles. The passing of that manager, Brian Epstein, though essentially in their formative years as stars, seemed to take the choke chain off the band. It was no longer imperative to maintain a preconceived decorum in accouterments. Experimentation musically, as well as with other mind-expanding venues, flourished. They flexed their musical prowess in refusing to sustain or be constricted by the three-minute hit record formula unless it suited their purpose.
The dynamics and media mechanisms, or rather the evolution in them, will likely prohibit a phenomenon like the Fab Four from ever transpiring again. While the light years in advancements in communication technology have succeeded in reducing the world’s magnitude, in so doing, they have also deprived it of the adulation that the innocence, mystique and hysteria of Beatlemania spawned.
And now we are left with but two.
Paul McCartney has since gone on to become royalty both literally and figuratively within the realm of music. His talent on so many levels is peerless. He is celebrated for having written some of the most touching and beautiful love songs of all time. He became one of the richest and most successful musicians in history. He lived the picture perfect love story life until being tragically reminded with the loss of his Lovely Linda, that there are some things that money just can’t buy. In ’64, that night on Ed Sullivan, we only knew Paul as the cute one on the left who sang a lot and played that four stringed guitar pointing the wrong way.
And, of course, there’s Ringo. He endures. He’s like the melding of a Vaudevillian player and the Energizer Bunny. He tours with various artists still. He knew full well and was apparently comfortable with his station within the band. When people referred to them as three extraordinary musicians and the luckiest guy in the world, Ringo knew and seemed to gracefully accept which one he was. Although he proved to be a talented enough musician in his own right, the lofty homage admonished upon his bandmates set a bar difficult to parallel. He made up for it with a sense of humor and the ability to laugh at himself. In ’64 he was the guy with the big grin and the big nose, wearing a half dozen rings and sitting behind the drum kit.
John Lennon was pilfered from us at a brutally early stage of both his and our lives. At that time he had recently been blessed with a new son. He was determined not to make the same mistakes that had haunted him in his relationship with his first, so he had dropped out to become a househusband. He was just emerging from his self-imposed sabbatical, with a happy and content enthusiasm to his new music, when he was struck down. John was the one on the right with the message superimposed beneath his name declaring, “Sorry girls, he’s married”. At the time we were clueless as to what a political lightning rod he would become. We were oblivious as we watched him sing and strum while exercising an up and down motion as though he was riding a horse.
And now George Harrison too, is gone, though except for sporadic forays into the recording studio and occasional sightings, he has been publicly gone for quite some time. While always living in the eclipse of the larger than life Lennon and McCartney, his ably crafted musicology reflected through many of his compositions, a deeper thoughtful spirituality. Yet George never seemed to be nearly as driven or consumed by it as John and Paul. That night on Sullivan’s stage he was simply the one with the sheepish grin in the middle that seemed just a bit thunderstruck by the wild adoration being festooned upon them.
I had no idea as I watched in wonder and awe at these four Liverpoolian lads on The Ed Sullivan Show back on my twelfth birthday, February 9, 1964; that the tunes they conceived and presented would become the musical backdrop to the rest of my life.
By my eighteenth birthday they were no more. The pressures of their popularity and a no longer repressible need to cultivate individuality had ultimately become their undoing. Still today, their music summons a comfort zone kindred to a hot bowl of Mom’s homemade soup on a wintry night or a well-worn pair of jeans. As I listened then and I listen now, the lyrics to their songs continue to relate to and characterize many of the defining points of my own personal long and winding road.

Thanks for the heads up.

Why I'll murder you guys.

I say there Jasper how long you wear a shirt like that

Southern comforter , taste more like a mattress

Ma ha , Ya ha, askie taskie you got any slick chicks

you sunk the Admiral's flagship

I seen my duty and I done it


on tv38 also

OHHHHH O OHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOoooooK
SEE SAW SEEEEEEEEEEEE WO WO WOOOOOOOOO WO WO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
playing possom see get me the little saw, time 4 a BREAK hey uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- GET OVER THERE AND UNLOAD THAT WAGON lunk head hurry up will ya
Hey fellas wait a minute MO larry mo Larry WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ML:buds:

Well the first shell goes in here and goes round & round and it comes out there
ME me me MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
nuk nuk nuk woha
this is gettin mahnotnus
TROUBLE SEE
ml

we're about to be killed

I wish I had roast chicken & dumplings ..... hey PULL OVER will ya
ml ////This guy is HAUNTED

Ga Slow??:confused:

Curley: "Ya know fish is good brain food!"

Moe: "Then you should fish for a whale!"

:jump1:

Hey where's my boyfriend? I grow on people, Yeah so do warts

Take off your hat. Now raise your right hand, put your left hand here , Take off your hat.....

Do you swear? No but I know all the words

my baby, what have you done with my baby

Brito Brito Brito makes old bodies new sell a million bottles BBBBBBBewh!:chased:

Give me a board.....Make it six inches..



AAHHHHHAAAAHHHH......I'm losin' my mind!!!!



I decided a while ago that if I get's a boat the name will probably be "Moe, Larry, cheese"

The wife and I are home on new years boy am I getting old and she switches to the stooges marathon. and she keeps the channel there. I thought all women hated the stooges! Boy am I luckey I never knew she was a stooges fan. Now all I have to do is get her to be able to put a live eel on a hook! Oh well at least she likes the stooges happy new year! Charlie

My brothers, self proclaimed "stooge-a-philes" didn't know the name of the tune they play for the opening credits.:smash:

I laughed.:rotf2:


"Three Blind Mice" :faga: