TRF Prediction Thread and Roast: Rushgoober's 30,000th post

[Lorraine]

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it in stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

Edited November 18, 2013 by Lorraine

[Babycat]

I love this thread! :ebert: :ebert: :ebert: :ebert:

[Lorraine]

I love this thread! :ebert: :ebert: :ebert: :ebert:

So do I!

[HomesickAlien]

I love this thread! :ebert: :ebert: :ebert: :ebert:

So do I!

 

At this point I have a complicated love/hate relationship with this thread. :P

[HomesickAlien]

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it is stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

 

We'd better not complain too much, or we might learn that we've been snuffed out at the next news conference.

 

Sheriff Howard: "Before I report the latest details of the Rushgoober case, I'd like to mention an incident which may be related. Last night a vehicle carrying two passengers was found at the bottom of a ravine in Laurel Canyon; apparently the brakes failed while on a sharp curve. Two "Justice for Rushgoober" signs were found in the trunk, which were identical to those confiscated by Deputy Fife earlier in the week. The bodies have yet to be identified, and it's not known if they have any connection to the protests which were held at the jail. I'll provide more details as they become available."

 

[greyfriar]

I love this thread! :ebert: :ebert: :ebert: :ebert:

So do I!

 

At this point I have a complicated love/hate relationship with this thread. :P

You shouldn't, it's in a Rush forum and the people in here are all good-hearted, even the op.

[Lorraine]

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it is stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

 

We'd better not complain too much, or we might learn that we've been snuffed out at the next news conference.

 

Sheriff Howard: "Before I report the latest details of the Rushgoober case, I'd like to mention an incident which may be related. Last night a vehicle carrying two passengers was found at the bottom of a ravine in Laurel Canyon; apparently the brakes failed while on a sharp curve. Two "Justice for Rushgoober" signs were found in the trunk, which were identical to those confiscated by Deputy Fife earlier in the week. The bodies have yet to be identified, and it's not known if they have any connection to the protests which were held at the jail. I'll provide more details as they become available."

 

 

:o :o :o :o :o

[Lorraine]

My lips are sealed.

[greyfriar]

Back to the case

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it is stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

 

We'd better not complain too much, or we might learn that we've been snuffed out at the next news conference.

 

Sheriff Howard: "Before I report the latest details of the Rushgoober case, I'd like to mention an incident which may be related. Last night a vehicle carrying two passengers was found at the bottom of a ravine in Laurel Canyon; apparently the brakes failed while on a sharp curve. Two "Justice for Rushgoober" signs were found in the trunk, which were identical to those confiscated by Deputy Fife earlier in the week. The bodies have yet to be identified, and it's not known if they have any connection to the protests which were held at the jail. I'll provide more details as they become available."

 

Is this an official report? I don't trust insecure sources. :P

[Tombstone Mountain]

Back to the case

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it is stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

 

We'd better not complain too much, or we might learn that we've been snuffed out at the next news conference.

 

Sheriff Howard: "Before I report the latest details of the Rushgoober case, I'd like to mention an incident which may be related. Last night a vehicle carrying two passengers was found at the bottom of a ravine in Laurel Canyon; apparently the brakes failed while on a sharp curve. Two "Justice for Rushgoober" signs were found in the trunk, which were identical to those confiscated by Deputy Fife earlier in the week. The bodies have yet to be identified, and it's not known if they have any connection to the protests which were held at the jail. I'll provide more details as they become available."

 

Is this an official report? I don't trust insecure sources. :P

It's obviously a cry for help...perhaps Todem is in order.

[Tombstone Mountain]

The Yukon Blade Grinder

Felonius Munk Edition

 

 

11.18.2013

Santa Barbara, Ca

 

Santa Barbara Courthouse

 

 

Rushgoober: The Cult Leader Speaks

 

The Yukon Blade Grinder is proving omniscient as ever when news unfolds in the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch” case. Marlon Brando’s famous line from the classic film “Apocalypse Now” seems an appropriate description of the situation—horror. Yep that’s it. Cannibalistic rituals, rock band mythology, and frightened animals running amok have been the calling card for this inner space oddity. The Blade Grinder has learned the disturbed leader of the cult has hired legal counsel and been granted a press conference of his own in an effort to clear his name. According to law enforcement, even the grungiest of ambulance chasers have steered clear of this case.

 

Except for one heavyweight. Who wants to defend the indefensible? John Grisham—Author. Lawyer. Master of Legalese. Willing to leave his Louisiana home for months on end to defend the ringleader of the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch”, Mr. Grisham informs the Yukon Blade Grinder that he’s certainly up to his eyeballs in challenges to overcome. The charges against the defendant are not easily dismissed with such overwhelming evidence on hand. Cruelty to animals. Criminal trespassing. Obstruction of justice. Accessory to cannibalism. Impersonating a Rush fan.

 

All of these claims are tall orders to overcome in Sheriff Howard’s town. The Sheriff, who has been a rock of stability for the city, has called a 10:00 am press conference for the accused. As media outlets push and shove for front row seats, the Yukon Blade Grinder is already there for today’s media event. Sheriff Howard steps up to the podium, accompanied by a shackled Rush Goober, lawyer in tow.

 

Today’s transcript:

 

Sheriff Howard: Been a very quiet weekend here. Thankfully things have calmed down since last week’s well-documented shock. Street crews have cleaned up the last of the ostrich and emu carcasses from our highly successful feeding program. We’re experiencing boisterous crowds outside Neverland Ranch, so we have a constant visible police presence. The Seven Cities of Gold dancers are in a safe house provided by Mr. Larry Flynt, and currently dealing with their own set of legal troubles.

 

Today’s press conference isn’t typical. We’re giving the accused access to you folks in order to say his piece before stepping into the courtroom. The county judge has given special leeway for this to happen. As you all know, Judge Hhang M. Hi, has a soft spot in her heart for dwarves, and Rush Goober fits the bill. So with that said, here’s the man of the moment.

 

Rush Goober: Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please? Either that, or some phone books to stand on—what kind of an operation is this?

 

Ok, I know that it doesn’t look good holed up at Neverland Ranch with a bunch of strippers in a barn illegally. At one time I was a welcomed friend on the premises. It honestly felt like home to me. After our dismissal from the Clockwork Angels Tour, we were very pissed about the way it was handled. So, the dancers and I just decided to take off and deal with our frustrations and anxiety in a healthy way. Things turned out very different than I ever envisioned.

 

I want to be as transparent as I can. That means brutal honesty. You can ask me any questions you want and I’ll do my best to give you a straightforward and honest answer. I’m told that I have a limited time to field questions. I can’t believe all the reporters here, hard to pick the first one to start off—Ok let’s go with you!

 

Songbird Magazine: Your relationship with Michael Jackson has been described as duo, not unlike Elton John’s collaboration with Bernie Taupin. Is that an accurate portrayal?

Rush Goober: Kind of…we weren’t “lovers” in the literal sense. We were just artists seeking the highest plateau of creativity. Michael would call me up from the guesthouse and just give me these incredible ideas. I would expand them in any and all directions. That’s how we wrote the hits. I had to live on the estate because he’s demanding when he was inspired—had to feed my muse ya know.

Songbird Magazine: What was the cause of the fractured relationship?

Rush Goober: Ever watch a TV show called “Webster”? f***ing Emmanuel Lewis! He was the cause. Next question.

 

David Fricke, RollingStone Magazine: You were a part of the British Repertoire’s Acclaimed Wee Legion, the vaunted acting troupe chosen to bring to life Clockwork Angels in a visual sense, what was your role?

Rush Goober: I was the cabin boy in the song The Wreckers and I was shot out of a cannon during the song Headlong Flight. Everyone in the troupe performed three or four roles for the entire show though.

David Fricke, RollingStone Magazine: We’ve been informed that your dismissal from the employ of Anthem Entertainment was because of a melee at the Orbit Room, the well-known establishment of guitarist Alex Lifeson. What exactly happened that ill-fated night?

Rush Goober: Well, it all started after a rehearsal. Treeduck was messing around on Neil’s kit, playing Hot for Teacher, which is no easy feat. Neil came over and commented on his execution of the song. Treeduck then issued a challenge to Rush for a “Battle of the Bands” at the Orbit Room. They accepted. So the BRAWL’rs threw together a group comprised of four blokes, wrote some songs. They performed and actually won the competition, hands down. Rush is just a bunch of sore losers plain and simple. Hector, Treeduck, Grau, and Tony kicked their ass every which way to Sunday. When Geddy, Neil, and Alex changed the rules midstream everybody got pissed and the fisticuffs started. Never pick on a gang of dwarves—you'll lose every time!

 

The American Journal of Medicine: Rumors have it the band supplied a stimulant to the acting troupe called Todem Natural Male Enhancement as a perk. Is that true?

Rush Goober: Yes, and I highly recommend it. Best thing the band has put out since Hemispheres in my opinion. It works.

The American Journal of Medicine: Did that increase aggression and sexual tension?

Rush Goober: It put a great deal of pressure on the Seven Cities of Gold dancers. Hey, when your work environment was like ours you tend to hit on your co-workers. When we took the medication they seemed to always be around. They thought it was cute and funny at first, hanging around a bunch of randy dwarves. But the power of Todem is not to be denied—just ask the dancers. Next question

 

The Yukon Blade Grinder: What’s with the nose? Why did you feed the dancers the nose of Michael Jackson?

Rush Goober: Michael gave it to me as a parting gift. Told me it would be worth millions on the open market. When I couldn’t establish the true owner of the nose legally, I was hamstrung. So during our time at Neverland, I thought it would be cool to be “one” with Michael once again, so we all took part in the ceremony.

The Yukon Blade Grinder: Is it true you wrote The way you make me feel? And if so, who do you write that about?

Rush Goober: I wrote it for Michael. I miss him so, so much….sniff. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody…sniff. Sorry if I did!

 

Sheriff Howard: Ok, folks our allotted time is up for questioning. This is obviously and emotional time for all parties involved. We’ll learn more at the actual hearings. Thank you for your patience and pleasant demeanors during an awfully unpleasant time.

 

In closing, I do need to mention that we’ve hacked into Rush Goober’s laptop. So much information to go through. It appears he was writing several books at the time of capture centering on a character known only by the initials TM. One called “The Life Works of TM: Understanding the Maze”. He was also was writing a lexicon of this person’s contribution to print media, which is quite substantial. We think they're relatives. We’ll know more about that later as our code breakers work on it

 

--End transcript--

Rush Goober. Villain? Misunderstood artist? The Yukon Blade Grinder is on a quest to find the answer to that very question. As our role grows in the full realization of this mystery, one thing's for sure...it doesn’t get any easier from here. With our field agents scouring Santa Barbara to gain more insight into the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch” we’re confident we’ll get to the bottom of this quandary. One painful step at a time.

RushGoober—villain I say!

[greyfriar]

The Yukon Blade Grinder

Felonius Munk Edition

 

 

11.18.2013

Santa Barbara, Ca

 

Santa Barbara Courthouse

 

 

 

 

 

Rushgoober: The Cult Leader Speaks

 

The Yukon Blade Grinder is proving omniscient as ever when news unfolds in the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch” case. Marlon Brando’s famous line from the classic film “Apocalypse Now” seems an appropriate description of the situation—horror. Yep that’s it. Cannibalistic rituals, rock band mythology, and frightened animals running amok have been the calling card for this inner space oddity. The Blade Grinder has learned the disturbed leader of the cult has hired legal counsel and been granted a press conference of his own in an effort to clear his name. According to law enforcement, even the grungiest of ambulance chasers have steered clear of this case.

 

Except for one heavyweight. Who wants to defend the indefensible? John Grisham—Author. Lawyer. Master of Legalese. Willing to leave his Louisiana home for months on end to defend the ringleader of the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch”, Mr. Grisham informs the Yukon Blade Grinder that he’s certainly up to his eyeballs in challenges to overcome. The charges against the defendant are not easily dismissed with such overwhelming evidence on hand. Cruelty to animals. Criminal trespassing. Obstruction of justice. Accessory to cannibalism. Impersonating a Rush fan.

 

All of these claims are tall orders to overcome in Sheriff Howard’s town. The Sheriff, who has been a rock of stability for the city, has called a 10:00 am press conference for the accused. As media outlets push and shove for front row seats, the Yukon Blade Grinder is already there for today’s media event. Sheriff Howard steps up to the podium, accompanied by a shackled Rush Goober, lawyer in tow.

 

Today’s transcript:

 

Sheriff Howard: Been a very quiet weekend here. Thankfully things have calmed down since last week’s well-documented shock. Street crews have cleaned up the last of the ostrich and emu carcasses from our highly successful feeding program. We’re experiencing boisterous crowds outside Neverland Ranch, so we have a constant visible police presence. The Seven Cities of Gold dancers are in a safe house provided by Mr. Larry Flynt, and currently dealing with their own set of legal troubles.

 

Today’s press conference isn’t typical. We’re giving the accused access to you folks in order to say his piece before stepping into the courtroom. The county judge has given special leeway for this to happen. As you all know, Judge Hhang M. Hi, has a soft spot in her heart for dwarves, and Rush Goober fits the bill. So with that said, here’s the man of the moment.

 

Rush Goober: Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please? Either that, or some phone books to stand on—what kind of an operation is this?

 

Ok, I know that it doesn’t look good holed up at Neverland Ranch with a bunch of strippers in a barn illegally. At one time I was a welcomed friend on the premises. It honestly felt like home to me. After our dismissal from the Clockwork Angels Tour, we were very pissed about the way it was handled. So, the dancers and I just decided to take off and deal with our frustrations and anxiety in a healthy way. Things turned out very different than I ever envisioned.

 

I want to be as transparent as I can. That means brutal honesty. You can ask me any questions you want and I’ll do my best to give you a straightforward and honest answer. I’m told that I have a limited time to field questions. I can’t believe all the reporters here, hard to pick the first one to start off—Ok let’s go with you!

 

Songbird Magazine: Your relationship with Michael Jackson has been described as duo, not unlike Elton John’s collaboration with Bernie Taupin. Is that an accurate portrayal?

Rush Goober: Kind of…we weren’t “lovers” in the literal sense. We were just artists seeking the highest plateau of creativity. Michael would call me up from the guesthouse and just give me these incredible ideas. I would expand them in any and all directions. That’s how we wrote the hits. I had to live on the estate because he’s demanding when he was inspired—had to feed my muse ya know.

Songbird Magazine: What was the cause of the fractured relationship?

Rush Goober: Ever watch a TV show called “Webster”? f***ing Emmanuel Lewis! He was the cause. Next question.

 

David Fricke, RollingStone Magazine: You were a part of the British Repertoire’s Acclaimed Wee Legion, the vaunted acting troupe chosen to bring to life Clockwork Angels in a visual sense, what was your role?

Rush Goober: I was the cabin boy in the song The Wreckers and I was shot out of a cannon during the song Headlong Flight. Everyone in the troupe performed three or four roles for the entire show though.

David Fricke, RollingStone Magazine: We’ve been informed that your dismissal from the employ of Anthem Entertainment was because of a melee at the Orbit Room, the well-known establishment of guitarist Alex Lifeson. What exactly happened that ill-fated night?

Rush Goober: Well, it all started after a rehearsal. Treeduck was messing around on Neil’s kit, playing Hot for Teacher, which is no easy feat. Neil came over and commented on his execution of the song. Treeduck then issued a challenge to Rush for a “Battle of the Bands” at the Orbit Room. They accepted. So the BRAWL’rs threw together a group comprised of four blokes, wrote some songs. They performed and actually won the competition, hands down. Rush is just a bunch of sore losers plain and simple. Hector, Treeduck, Grau, and Tony kicked their ass every which way to Sunday. When Geddy, Neil, and Alex changed the rules midstream everybody got pissed and the fisticuffs started. Never pick on a gang of dwarves—you'll lose every time!

 

The American Journal of Medicine: Rumors have it the band supplied a stimulant to the acting troupe called Todem Natural Male Enhancement as a perk. Is that true?

Rush Goober: Yes, and I highly recommend it. Best thing the band has put out since Hemispheres in my opinion. It works.

The American Journal of Medicine: Did that increase aggression and sexual tension?

Rush Goober: It put a great deal of pressure on the Seven Cities of Gold dancers. Hey, when your work environment was like ours you tend to hit on your co-workers. When we took the medication they seemed to always be around. They thought it was cute and funny at first, hanging around a bunch of randy dwarves. But the power of Todem is not to be denied—just ask the dancers. Next question

 

The Yukon Blade Grinder: What’s with the nose? Why did you feed the dancers the nose of Michael Jackson?

Rush Goober: Michael gave it to me as a parting gift. Told me it would be worth millions on the open market. When I couldn’t establish the true owner of the nose legally, I was hamstrung. So during our time at Neverland, I thought it would be cool to be “one” with Michael once again, so we all took part in the ceremony.

The Yukon Blade Grinder: Is it true you wrote The way you make me feel? And if so, who do you write that about?

Rush Goober: I wrote it for Michael. I miss him so, so much….sniff. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody…sniff. Sorry if I did!

 

Sheriff Howard: Ok, folks our allotted time is up for questioning. This is obviously and emotional time for all parties involved. We’ll learn more at the actual hearings. Thank you for your patience and pleasant demeanors during an awfully unpleasant time.

 

In closing, I do need to mention that we’ve hacked into Rush Goober’s laptop. So much information to go through. It appears he was writing several books at the time of capture centering on a character known only by the initials TM. One called “The Life Works of TM: Understanding the Maze”. He was also was writing a lexicon of this person’s contribution to print media, which is quite substantial. We think they're relatives. We’ll know more about that later as our code breakers work on it

 

--End transcript--

Rush Goober. Villain? Misunderstood artist? The Yukon Blade Grinder is on a quest to find the answer to that very question. As our role grows in the full realization of this mystery, one thing's for sure...it doesn’t get any easier from here. With our field agents scouring Santa Barbara to gain more insight into the “Spirits of Neverland Ranch” we’re confident we’ll get to the bottom of this quandary. One painful step at a time.

RushGoober—villain I say!

The YBG finds him guilty! Villain they say! :o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:smoke: :hail:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll wait for the trial. :P

[losingit2k]

"Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please?" I never thought Goober was so short? He always sounded so big on the radio! :codger: I wonder what the name of those four Blokes that kicked Rush's buttocks were called? Edited November 19, 2013 by losingit2k

[Tombstone Mountain]

"Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please?" I never thought Goober was so short? He always sounded so big on the radio! :codger: I wonder what the name of those four Blokes that kicked Rush's buttocks were called?

The band's name? Oedipus Complex 4. Dwarf Metal at its finest.

[losingit2k]

"Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please?" I never thought Goober was so short? He always sounded so big on the radio! :codger: I wonder what the name of those four Blokes that kicked Rush's buttocks were called?

The band's name? Oedipus Complex 4. Dwarf Metal at its finest.

There first album will probably be called Tattoo in honor of their Fantasy Island hero by the same name. Followed by their second album : Napoleon's Stool! And the ever popular third album: Sherlock Holmes' Mini-Me-stories!

Edited November 19, 2013 by losingit2k

[Tombstone Mountain]

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it is stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

 

We'd better not complain too much, or we might learn that we've been snuffed out at the next news conference.

 

Sheriff Howard: "Before I report the latest details of the Rushgoober case, I'd like to mention an incident which may be related. Last night a vehicle carrying two passengers was found at the bottom of a ravine in Laurel Canyon; apparently the brakes failed while on a sharp curve. Two "Justice for Rushgoober" signs were found in the trunk, which were identical to those confiscated by Deputy Fife earlier in the week. The bodies have yet to be identified, and it's not known if they have any connection to the protests which were held at the jail. I'll provide more details as they become available."

 

No it's not the same people. These poor souls were young hippy fans of the prog show. They were trying to tune in their radio when they went over the cliff. And yes, it was a VW bus. Edited November 19, 2013 by Tombstone Mountain

[Tombstone Mountain]

I think I'll slip a few sticks of incense into his care package that the Hare Krishnas gave me. He'll like that.

 

Haven't you noticed that our sad tale seems to be running in parallel to Goober's? Despite the fact that we're the only TRF members who've been willing to subject ourselves to the insanity of the Thistle Dew and environs, Tombstone doesn't bother to incorporate us into the story. Treeduck gets mentioned, yet there's no evidence to suggest that he's even visited this thread.

 

Not even a footnote: "By the way, we've noticed two misguided souls from TRF who've been protesting Goober's incarceration. . ."

 

Some thanks we get for helping to prolong the life of this pathetic thread. We're left dangling in the breeze. . .

 

 

I have been thinking the same thing. What haven't we been through? Even if nothing else happened to us, spending the nights in that wretched motel with the proprietor that looks like Anthony Perkins is enough to send anyone running off in horror. But. Have we complained? No. We have taken it in stride and do it all for RushGoober. And what thanks do we get? Not even a nod. It is a disgrace.

 

Have you noticed how many people have read this thread? Thousands. Surely Tombstone doesn't think people are looking to read his Yukon Blade articles, does he?

 

And not only that, but where is the Ingrate of the Hour - RushGoober himself? No doubt ensconced in his cushy prison cell while we brave terrors and horrors no mortal should have to encounter!

 

:(

 

When I think of that chimpanzee in the negligee, I could cry.

You always sound hateful when you'te hungry. Have a Snickers.

[Tombstone Mountain]

"Can somebody please get a stool so I can see over the podium please?" I never thought Goober was so short? He always sounded so big on the radio! :codger: I wonder what the name of those four Blokes that kicked Rush's buttocks were called?

The band's name? Oedipus Complex 4. Dwarf Metal at its finest.

There first album will probably be called Tattoo in honor of their Fantasy Island hero by the same name. Followed by their second album : Napoleon's Stool! And the ever popular third album: Sherlock Holmes' Mini-Me-stories!

De Plane!!! De Plane!!!

[HomesickAlien]

Against my better judgment, and for the benefit of the h̶u̶n̶d̶r̶e̶d̶s̶ six people who bother to read this thread, here's an update on the goings-on at the Thistle Dew.

 

When we returned from the news conference we were greeted by Norman, the enigmatically creepy proprietor of the Thistle Dew. He told us that our room had been fumigated while we were out, and that despite the foul odor, it was perfectly safe for occupancy. Fortunately, Lorraine had the incense from the Hare Krishnas.

 

As we luxuriated in the odor of sandalwood and patchouli, we reflected on Goober's news conference. It was comforting to see that he was apparently in good health, although we were shocked at his lilliputian stature. We decided that the worst charge against him was impersonating a Rush fan. Although a simple misdemeanor in California, it's a felony in Canada, and carries a hefty prison sentence. Our only hope is that Canada doesn't call for his extradition after the trial.

 

When the evening drew to a close, we realized that Tombstone was late. He was supposed to bring us more smoked ostrich for dinner, but never arrived. This isn't surprising, since we saw him standing next to Lakeisha at the news conference, and we've heard rumors that he's been spending an inordinate amount of time with the 7COG dancers at Flynt's compound in the Hollywood Hills. God knows what he's up to there.

 

Hunger got the best of us, so we decided to go to the local Hungry Jack's, where we spotted the bedraggled Kato, sitting in a junky old Ford Bronco, muttering to himself. Such a sad sight.

 

The hour was late, so we returned to the Thistle Dew. We were exhausted, so the thought of a few surviving rats didn't even keep us from a sound sleep.

[H. P. L.]

Great work as usual Tombstone, but what about more on the Two lawsuits emerged from that melee, one from John Cleese, and the other from Werner Herzog?

I'm dying to know more, here.

Also, what was Treeduck doing at the Orbit Room? He flew over from dark Albion? He hates flying! He always comes down from the plane with terrible hair. I trust the YBG to post a new edition shedding more light on this complex antefacto.

[Tombstone Mountain]

Great work as usual Tombstone, but what about more on the Two lawsuits emerged from that melee, one from John Cleese, and the other from Werner Herzog?

I'm dying to know more, here.

Also, what was Treeduck doing at the Orbit Room? He flew over from dark Albion? He hates flying! He always comes down from the plane with terrible hair. I trust the YBG to post a new edition shedding more light on this complex antefacto.

Treeduck doesn't enjoy flying? Hmmmm. I'd bet he'd enjoy it more if he joined the "mile high" club.

[JohnnyBlaze]

Treeduck's idea of the mile high club is being part of an elite stoner group that can smoke a 1.6 kilometer long spliff in one sitting.

[Tombstone Mountain]

Against my better judgment, and for the benefit of the h̶u̶n̶d̶r̶e̶d̶s̶ six people who bother to read this thread, here's an update on the goings-on at the Thistle Dew.

 

When we returned from the news conference we were greeted by Norman, the enigmatically creepy proprietor of the Thistle Dew. He told us that our room had been fumigated while we were out, and that despite the foul odor, it was perfectly safe for occupancy. Fortunately, Lorraine had the incense from the Hare Krishnas.

 

As we luxuriated in the odor of sandalwood and patchouli, we reflected on Goober's news conference. It was comforting to see that he was apparently in good health, although we were shocked at his lilliputian stature. We decided that the worst charge against him was impersonating a Rush fan. Although a simple misdemeanor in California, it's a felony in Canada, and carries a hefty prison sentence. Our only hope is that Canada doesn't call for his extradition after the trial.

 

When the evening drew to a close, we realized that Tombstone was late. He was supposed to bring us more smoked ostrich for dinner, but never arrived. This isn't surprising, since we saw him standing next to Lakeisha at the news conference, and we've heard rumors that he's been spending an inordinate amount of time with the 7COG dancers at Flynt's compound in the Hollywood Hills. God knows what he's up to there.

 

Hunger got the best of us, so we decided to go to the local Hungry Jack's, where we spotted the bedraggled Kato, sitting in a junky old Ford Bronco, muttering to himself. Such a sad sight.

 

The hour was late, so we returned to the Thistle Dew. We were exhausted, so the thought of a few surviving rats didn't even keep us from a sound sleep.

The YBG will reward your perseverance young padawan. Lilliputian? Been reading Goob's YBG lexicon? Wait. Didn't Ray Danniels use that term on his "Colbert Report" appearance?

[ThatLightInYourEyes]

Treeduck's idea of the mile high club is being part of an elite stoner group that can smoke a 1.6 kilometer long spliff in one sitting.

 

Is there room for another Mayor Rob Ford joke in this forum, or would that just be WAY too easy at this point?

[Tombstone Mountain]

Treeduck's idea of the mile high club is being part of an elite stoner group that can smoke a 1.6 kilometer long spliff in one sitting.

 

Is there room for another Mayor Rob Ford joke in this forum, or would that just be WAY too easy at this point?

Let er rip...we're suckers for fat jokes