Steven Patrick Morrissey in 3 words.

[Worm]

Oh, yeah. You know me.

What do you think would qualify as a true shark-jumping moment? Something specific to Morrissey's case, please. It would be interesting to know where each of us draws the line.

EDIT: I just surfed back in web time. Jeez, you've been pretty harsh in this thread.

 

[Worm]

Friend. Savior. Ringleader.

Awwwww. But you're not 'posed to answer all poignantly and stuff.

 

[Not Right in the Head]

What do you think would qualify as a true shark-jumping moment? Something specific to Morrissey's case, please. It would be interesting to know where each of us draws the line.

just kidding

 

[Worm]

just kidding

Jeezus. I have a 6' X 4' poster of that image in my house. I guess if you ever come over for dinner I'll have to throw a sheet over it (and put on "Revolver").

 

[Not Right in the Head]

Jeezus. I have a 6' X 4' poster of that image in my house. I guess if you ever come over for dinner I'll have to throw a sheet over it (and put on "Revolver").

Oooh! I'm free tomorrow night, then.

 

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

just kidding

You can be such a bitch sometimes.

just kidding

Jeezus. I have a 6' X 4' poster of that image in my house. I guess if you ever come over for dinner I'll have to throw a sheet over it (and put on "Revolver").

Will there be a hole in the sheet?

 

[Corrissey]

Will there be a hole in the sheet?

hahahahahaha

 

[Worm]

Oooh! I'm free tomorrow night, then.

Your sarcasm is as gentle as a surprise midnight booty call on Cell Block D.

To answer my question (I do this a lot, trapped in the eternal waiting room of an absent dentist as I am): for me, a shark-o'erleaping moment would arrive the day Morrissey got back together with Johnny. Admittedly it's not rational, since usually I wouldn't mind hearing them play songs together again, but in my calmer moments of reflection (thanks, electric toilet seat) I don't want it to happen. Almost anything else-- but not that.

Also, if Morrissey appeared next to Henry Winkler on water skis jumping a shark off the coast of Hawaii. That too.

 

[Worm]

Will there be a hole in the sheet?

A hole big enough to drive Ringo's talent through.

 

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

Your sarcasm is as gentle as a surprise midnight booty call on Cell Block D.

To answer my question (I do this a lot, trapped in the eternal waiting room of an absent dentist as I am): for me, a shark-o'erleaping moment would arrive the day Morrissey got back together with Johnny. Admittedly it's not rational, since usually I wouldn't mind hearing them play songs together again, but in my calmer moments of reflection (thanks, electric toilet seat) I don't want it to happen. Almost anything else-- but not that.

Also, if Morrissey appeared next to Henry Winkler on water skis jumping a shark off the coast of Hawaii. That too.

A hole big enough to drive Ringo's talent through.

Dude, wait, what? What the hell are you smoking tonight? You're at the dentist? Or are you a dentist? I'm so confused.

"midnight booty call on cell block D" oh! oh! I don't know whether to laugh or scream. Oh, wormie, you never let us down. I know I've said that before.

 

[Anaesthesine]

I just had an idea for a game. Try to sum up Morrissey in three words.

My words would be.

Charming, Intelligent, enigmatic.

Ne Plus Ultra

 

[Not Right in the Head]

49 year-old virgin

 

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

49 year-old virgin

I thought you were 35?

 

[Worm]

Dude, wait, what? What the hell are you smoking tonight? You're at the dentist? Or are you a dentist? I'm so confused.

I'm smoking the "vacation pipe".

"midnight booty call on cell block D" oh! oh! I don't know whether to laugh or scream. Oh, wormie, you never let us down. I know I've said that before.

Does that mean I can has cheezeburger?

 

[Worm]

49 year-old virgin

Good golly Miss Molly. Just go ahead and vent, why don't you. Did Morrissey steal your Huffy? Sheesh already!

 

[Not Right in the Head]

I thought you were 35?

36. Sheesh.

Good golly Miss Molly. Just go ahead and vent, why don't you. Did Morrissey steal your Huffy? Sheesh already!

Hey, at least I'm not calling him a "she." Yet.

 

[troubleluvsme]

Good golly Miss Molly. Just go ahead and vent, why don't you. Did Morrissey steal your Huffy? Sheesh already!

Holy cow...no kidding.

Maybe SOMEBODY needs to go back to the Britney forums

 

[Not Right in the Head]

Holy cow...no kidding.

Maybe SOMEBODY needs to go back to the Britney forums

It's not really a Britney forum. Duh!

 

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

I'm smoking the "vacation pipe".



Does that mean I can has cheezeburger?

No, but you can has a veggiburger.

Good golly Miss Molly. Just go ahead and vent, why don't you. Did Morrissey steal your Huffy? Sheesh already!

He knows someone stole his handlebar streamers, and Morrissey was standing right there when he noticed they were missing.

36. Sheesh.



Hey, at least I'm not calling him a "she." Yet.

Thank god for that.

 

[Worm]

Hey, at least I'm not calling him a "she." Yet.

That's true. Your comments still qualify as "good natured ribbing" rather than "deranged psychotic obsession involving sewing shears and Judy Garland movies". But there is a fine line, sir. If you cross it I'll sic Danny on you. His Owl-Style Ninja Ultrarationality Attack is lethal.