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A Butter Patty from:
on Saturday, March 02, 2002 at 20:32:14 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Okay, okay. I'll try again. In like a lion or a lamb?


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 03, 2002 at 00:15:04 (GMT)
You should look at this web page.

when assholes ask you for an mp3 send them here
http://www.mp3nazi.com/ NO MP3 FOR YOU!!


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 04, 2002 at 00:21:41 (GMT)

Has anyone heard from S}{0CK ?????


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 01:43:45 (GMT)

March comes in like a chocolate cake cause it's my birthday and thats what I asked for


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 01:52:22 (GMT)

Happy b-day EJ! Please post pics of yourself in your birthday suit.


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 03:31:42 (GMT)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICE!!!!



A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 12:09:44 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Bexar County Sherrif Deputy sideswiped a car and took off, he happened to hit an off duty Park Ranger, he was caught, charged with DWI and leaving these scene of an accident, then ANOTHER Bexar County Sherrif Deputy, under investigation for child porn, blew his brains out.

[For those who don't know, Bexar County = San Antonio, Texas. See the X in the middle of Texas? See the X in the middle of Bexar? Now you know.]


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 19:46:34 (GMT)

Well, it's official. I'll be unemployed as of April 1. If anyone knows of any jobs that pay ridiculous amount of money for very little work, let me know!

:)


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 20:07:00 (GMT)

High paid escort...make your own hours name your own price and no taxes


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 05, 2002 at 23:19:28 (GMT)

Amway

Avon

Mary Kay



A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 19:34:32 (GMT)

and all from your ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT!!


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 06, 2002 at 20:05:30 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

What about Herbalife? Are they still around? All you have to do with them is sell your soul to Satan and smile a lot.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 04:06:16 (GMT)

Sure, why not? I'm already the cable 'ho'.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 07, 2002 at 05:32:07 (GMT)

Candle party anyone?


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 10, 2002 at 01:53:29 (GMT)

I will bring a lighter!


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 12, 2002 at 21:27:50 (GMT)

i'll bring the beef jerky! and the pot!


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 02:22:52 (GMT)

It's a damn candle party, Badham, not a POT-luck!
But bring it anyway.


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 05:44:14 (GMT)

fuck the candles man lets just get stoned!


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 05:46:48 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Sonnet #8

You have a marvelous facility

Where I with words lyric spirit ration

You take formless mass of clay and fashion

Art born to serve for our utility

I like to think myself of hotter blood

Capable of rendering a song

In language that will never linger long

While you are making love to life with mud

Each vessel that you make contains a void

Wherein a bit of both of us is stored

Likewise into each sonnet I have poured

The essence of the moments we’ve enjoyed

But words are such a temporal display

Compared to timeless poems made in clay.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 08:27:58 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Was I the only one who laughed out loud when the announcer yelled "...and Paula Jones goes down!"?


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 11:18:07 (GMT)


Poor Paula.
Right at the start you knew she couldnt make it. She looked around the audience and raised her arms like a boxer, and the nasty underarm flab was wiggling away.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 19:37:09 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

roses are red
violets are blue
mugtoe writes good
but nasty underarm flab wiggling away gets me hot, baby


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 14, 2002 at 21:04:04 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Dicey was my weed connect

She was a fat Comanche woman

And but for a nominal diff'rence in plumbin

She was like a man in every respect


She came by her money thru boostin and dealin

Allowin as how it was owed to her

And takin whatever was showed to her

With clear conscience; it's Indian-givin, not stealin


Daily at lunchtime I's sneakin away

To hang with her mother and her at her house

All manner of thievery they would espouse

Her underarm flab as she vacuumed would sway


I don't have much sympathy for her it seems

As if on the White conscience her people would prey

She gave me her food surplus marked "BIA"

I still see those generic tins in my dreams


But I don't begrudge her that portion of fun

Though I might righteously object

To her gumption I give every ounce of respect

And grant kleptomania time in the sun


And for every other sin she might have had

From shoplifting to shorting me on the weed

On some things most fiends would be agreed

Any dealer who fronts cannot be that bad.





A Butter Patty from:
on Friday, March 15, 2002 at 20:36:36 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

You inspired me there, Kurt, and I got to thinkin

bout how them fat girls get that under-tit stinkin

and rashes on thighs that rub too hot together

and snatch that creates its own rainforest weather

and cottage cheese skin that's so pasty and white

it's no wonder them bitches suck dick with delight

cuz that's the one way that they know they'll be gettin it

comes to cocksuckin fat bitches be hittin it!



A Butter Patty from:
on Friday, March 15, 2002 at 22:35:05 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

that was in such bad taste - even for me.


A Butter Patty from:
on Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 00:38:33 (GMT)

I will agree


A Butter Patty from:
on Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 03:39:33 (GMT)

I'm a fan a fat girls, btw. :0) I'm almost one myself.

/me braces himself for the contempt of every woman on the net who heretofore considered him a likeable little ball of fuzz, with albeit eccentric tastes, but who now shows himself to be absolutely no different from the rest of those neanderthal swingin dicks.

/me lies low til the end of the month and a welcome page-change...


A Butter Patty from:
on Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 15:06:41 (GMT)


Mugtoe it was great!


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 18, 2002 at 02:45:41 (GMT)

I would be so offended... well, I WOULD be... but I know Mugtoe, he didn't mean no harm at all, in truth, that's his way of giving an across the board compliment, it just seemed like a stylistic slap in the face. Mug wouldn't deliberately hurt no one, I believe that with all my heart. So if anyone is bugged out by his rhymes, just enjoy the technical side of it. Check out the rhyme scheme, the language, the way he sits down, and whips it out, styling it the whole way. He has this VOICE, he's sweet talking us, flashin' us with a glimpse of his brain cells and his gall. He's damn good.


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 18, 2002 at 07:29:03 (GMT)

You just liked it because you were in it.


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 18, 2002 at 11:20:56 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Honestly, I didn't notice my name, haha, that shows you how disconnected my brain really is, maybe I just assumed all posts should revolve around me, so I just took it for granted?
Or maybe it was Mug's subject matter, after all, we all know the skinny girls usually don't know the skills of sucking good dick like the fat girls do, this is not 100% true, but anyone who says its not generally true is either a liar, or they don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
I have often stated my policy about fat girls as this: "I fuck their brains out", and I will faithfully stand by my pledge.
I will close by telling about a woman who lives about 500 ft across the creek bed from me, she called me on the phone the other day and said:
"Come over. Now."
"But Gypsy Doug is here."
"Get rid of him and come over."
In case anyone doesn't know, that's a secret signal that translates directly to popeye-x language as:
"I'll suck your cock if you come over right now."
Well.... lemme tell you people something, first of all, telling me to get rid of Gypsy Doug is taking a big, big risk that I'll tell you to fuck off.
Second of all, its not that I have to have Gypsy Doug with me at all times, its just this:
If you want me to ditch my good friend to get my cock sucked right now, you better not be SKINNY, if you are, forget it. If she had been FAT, perhaps I would have told Gypsy Doug, "gotta go, man".


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 18, 2002 at 16:00:18 (GMT)

Well, I made it back from the Lone Star State in one piece. Unfortunately, I was sick most of the trip. :(
Next time I go I'll have to make sure to leave the bronchitis behind. :P


A Butter Patty from: Deb
on Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 06:38:37 (GMT)

Ok, it's hellish late and I am going to be dead tired tomorrow but I just found you guys again. Cool beans!!!!
I had no idea the Rake still existed until I did some kind of Google magic and ended up here. I am in a different screenname but the old TYBO folks may remember me as D LMT X, late of CA, later, WA, currently AZ. I will come by the IRC room and try to catch some of you but if you want to get more thoroughly caught up, I'd prefer to e-mail. For the time being I am just going to try to decipher the archives and your icons on the posts. And another thing, I love the shitlist.
Deb ::standing at the bus station with my luggage at my feet, wondering if the soda fountain is still there:::


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 20, 2002 at 07:02:50 (GMT)

*admiring the technical stuff in mugtoe's poems*



A Butter Patty from: dave
on Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 18:50:02 (GMT)

i guess it's the hip thing to do for old schoolers to check in so here i am...it's been too long (i say that every time) nice to see everything still in working order...i actually laughed out loud when I read the policy on fat chicks...god, every time i come to make a post i have an idea of something i'm going to say in advance and the sight of that handle endlessly pumping up and down wipes any other thoughts from my head...next time i'm writing it down on a separate piece of paper...like a little cue card.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 21, 2002 at 23:44:09 (GMT)

Hey Deb!!!

Long time no see. It's EJ.


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 25, 2002 at 02:06:10 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Just wrote this sestina. It's a form where you have to take six words and end all the lines in the poem with those same words in different order, and ended by a three-line stanza that incorporates all six. I wrote a pantoum as well, but it didn't turn out as well. I think the trick is to have someone else pick the six words and then try to make one based on their list. Sigmo just gave me this list:
Paris
Cookie
Seven
Bug
Alpine
Magic

This is the one I wrote last night:
How can one feel away from home1
When home is never far away2
Responding to the touch and taste3
There is no here on which to hold4
No tent to fold if there’s no fear5
To know oneself the best desire6

Just to the measure I desire
The furniture within my home
I build a prison to my fear
And I will never get away
Accretions over time take hold
Paling palettes of my true taste

The appetites are primed to taste
The satisfaction of desire
Tyrant impulses take hold
And make the waking thoughts a home
Focus diffuse the mind away
And creeping doubt the font of fear

The greater mass are slaves to fear
And freedom neither touch nor taste
For from themselves they’re kept away
Blind, base, grasping lowest desire
Fires the lights of every home
And gives the fears a hand to hold

Sweet solace which was kept in hold
And led the way to face the fears
Though fed from source so far from home
Which lips I could not touch or taste
Delicious torture my desire
Forever kept a world away

Awakened now and I’m away
Will have no reason here to hold
Onto circumstance-dealt desire
Which feeds the fires of my fear
And leaves me naught but Grace to taste
Where each footfall will find a home

Desire will hold the hand of fear
While faith portends a sweeter taste
A way is made away from home.


A Butter Patty from:
on Monday, March 25, 2002 at 02:37:54 (GMT)

it was rug, not bug.


A Butter Patty from: Ambyr Armendariz
on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 at 10:02:01 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

Hi I came across your "Go fuck yourself" page when I was looking at my 11 year old sons web page (link above)- It says Do you like it? IF you choose no, it takes you to the fuck yourself page. If you do like it then you go on to his page. Maybe Im a bad mom, but I laughed my ass off when I saw what he did. I sent it to my mom, she laughed her ass off too. My son is a total crackhead its so funny! Anyways, Amish Rake Fight- Love the name!! Thanks again!


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 at 12:40:43 (GMT)

Tragedy strikes nearby Poth, Texas. The town has one stoplight and two cops. Both of the cops just got out of jail. It seems they tried an insurance scam by burning up a patrol car and saying it had valuable evidence in it.


A Butter Patty from:
on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 at 17:06:51 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

hey ambyr, when you say your 11 year old is a crackhead, I assume you mean "cracking up" as in laughing. if not, send him to PPX IS A CRACK GNOME


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 at 03:07:50 (GMT)

I dunno, add it up-- "bad mom," an 11-year old with a website wherein your disapproval is met with guttural profanity, which is then relayed to his grandmother... maybe the kid IS a crackhead.


A Butter Patty from:
on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 at 14:39:59 (GMT)


How could Grandma NOT be proud? A new generation of trash hits the world wide web! I bet she's told all her friends in the project.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 03:42:20 (GMT)

so i went to the store in my lazy gal dress
my teeth barely brushed and my hair a mess

YOU FINISH IT!


A Butter Patty from: anon.
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 06:38:45 (GMT)
You should look at thisweb page.

so i went to the store in my lazy gal dress
my teeth barely brushed and my hair a mess
Desire will hold the hand of fear
While faith portends a sweeter taste
A way is made away from home.


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 07:56:45 (GMT)

I have terrible visions of a kid with a huge crack in his head. Mom, Grandma please fix this childs head!


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 13:45:44 (GMT)

har


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 13:55:26 (GMT)

so i went to the store in my lazy gal dress
my teeth barely brushed and my hair a mess
but that didn't stop a proposition for sex
from a real hot guy named popeye-x


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 17:37:06 (GMT)

I think I just pee'd my pants


A Butter Patty from:
on Thursday, March 28, 2002 at 21:32:53 (GMT)

I would jump on that Luna could be a new song and great sex


A Butter Patty from:
on Friday, March 29, 2002 at 08:24:40 (GMT)

so i went to the store in my lazy gal dress
my teeth barely brushed and my hair a mess
i asked of the clerk whos name tag said fred
where can i find coco mix, trash bags, and bread
he told me the way and i got what i needed
"i have no chash" to the cashier i pleaded
"to bad pal", "get yourself lost"
"i'll call the gard and have your ass tossed"
the bread and the bags i threw to the floor
coco mix in hand i ran for the door
they couldn,t catch me and i got away
and i've never been back to this very day
i think i'll go back cause my coco runs thin
i'll pretend it wasn't me and pay with a grin
i really don't think they will even remember
crist! it happend a year ago november
next time i go i'll be sure to bring cash
i tor open the curtin and through up the shash
and what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a little red sliegh and eight tiny raindeer
then out poped a dude, he was pissed man!
i knew in an instant it must be BADHAM
my wife and my kids i grabbed as a ran
out of the house and into my van
he raided my fridge and then took a crap
then hit my couch for a long winters nap
he turned on the tv and was watching jerry springer
when out of the window he gave me the finger
i said take what you want and please go away
he made a sandwich, grabbed some cash, and said "ok"
i'll tell you the last thing he said on that nite
"thanks for the sandwich","outta sight!"


A Butter Patty from:
on Friday, March 29, 2002 at 12:36:32 (GMT)

Nearby Frio County deputies caught on tape breaking and entering a private residence.
In a seperate incident, a former Frio County sherrif was busted for selling drugs to the FBI.


A Butter Patty from:
on Friday, March 29, 2002 at 17:58:34 (GMT)


Did we find S}{ock?


A Butter Patty from:
on Saturday, March 30, 2002 at 21:48:21 (GMT)

No but we got BUSH!!!!!


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 31, 2002 at 00:52:55 (GMT)

Fitzie you find your lost sheep in the bush again?


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 31, 2002 at 12:09:34 (GMT)

Happy PlayboyBunny Day...err Easter Ok finish this.....


Fitzie had a little lamb,


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 31, 2002 at 17:31:57 (GMT)

Fitzie had a little lamb,
His eyes were wide with glory.
For this was his wedding day,
He named his sheep Lori


A Butter Patty from:
on Sunday, March 31, 2002 at 17:43:40 (GMT)

LMFAO luna, High 5's that was truly funny:) thanx:)

FitzieNLori


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