billy

[crow]

It would be impossible to say too much--billy, you're a saint, and I don't know how you do it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

crow

[bena]

Did someone slip you some happy drops? If so, no bogarting.

We love billy...but we don't ever tell him how much.

I've said too much already.

[rayheinrich]

As Carrara marble was to Michelangelo, farts are to billy.


" What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet; "

-The Bard Hisself

[cjchaffin]

i love billy. i love farts. ergo, i love billy's farts.

this frightens me in ways i can't possibly begin to explain.

[bena]

I can't say I love billy's farts. Torture me all you want.

[rayheinrich]

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
And being purged a fire within our thighs;
But being vex'd a sea that's nourish'd farts:
What is it else? a madness indiscreet,
A choking gas before we must excrete.


(With no small apologies to The Bard Hisself)

[bena]

It's funny how quickly a thread praising billy disintegrated into Shakespearean poems about farts. Where is our fearless farting leader anyway?

[Leanne]

Fearlessly farting as always.

To be sainted, one must first perform three documented miracles. Nominations for billy's miracles, anyone?

[ellajam]

#1: I write something half decent once in a while, all power to the Pen.

[milo]

#2:
somewhere on the Caledonic Isle
the billster made an ancient fungus smile

[rayheinrich]

 #3:

He hath most skilfully conceived a site
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that displays the quirks of blazoning pens,
And from the vestments of creation casts
A frame to fit their humble scribbles in.


- Corrupted from Othello, Act II, Scene I
(With, yet again, no small apologies to The Bard Hisself)

[billy]

at least i don't tie patients down before shitting on them

I can't say I love billy's farts.  Torture me all you want.

[billy]

that one is attributed to st tom of the mushroom farm

#2:
somewhere on the Caledonic Isle
the billster made an ancient fungus smile

[billy]

william has just face palmed you

 #3:

He hath most skilfully conceived a site
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that displays the quirks of blazoning pens,
And from the vestments of creation casts
A frame to fit their humble scribbles in.


- Corrupted from Othello, Act II, Scene I
(With, yet again, no small apologies to The Bard Hisself)

[bena]

at least i don't tie patients down before shitting on them

I can't say I love billy's farts.  Torture me all you want.

He was asking for it.