Godsbrother
Footballguy
If this episode has a closing theme I'm sure we would hear Mick Jagger singing:
"...But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye"
"...But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye"
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Loaning a chick money 9/9/16 - Bye (1 Viewer)
- Thread starter Arizona Ron
- Start date
Dan Lambskin
Footballguy
Gonna need an epic Coda here
TheAristocrat
Footballguy
A 3.5 year fishing trip. Solid work.
IC FBGCav
Footballguy
IC FBGCav
Footballguy
shadyridr
Footballguy
Wat
So this whole thing was atrip?
\/\/0\/\/
What makes you say that?
In The Zone
Footballguy
Damn Ron. Angie was my favorite character on the show, well other than you of course.
boilerdave
Footballguy
Dan Lambskin
Footballguy
Should you go on, you will surely be disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken. I have one key left on my belt, but all it opens is that final door, the one marked . What’s behind it won’t improve your love-life, grow hair on your bald spot, or add five years to your natural span (not even five minutes). There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal “Once upon a time.”
Endings are heartless.
Ending is just another word for goodbye.
Endings are heartless.
Ending is just another word for goodbye.
Kanil
Footballguy
Grace Under Pressure
Footballguy
Angie became a de facto part of the family, what with taking over Nanny duties, running business matters, organizing, etc. That is a tough one.
I guess I viewed this as the AZ Ron thread, but thinking about it, this really is the Angie thread (loaning a girl 3 racks). I hope there will be an AZ Ron thread that keeps up on current affairs (pun intended), or that the updates continue in here.
I guess I viewed this as the AZ Ron thread, but thinking about it, this really is the Angie thread (loaning a girl 3 racks). I hope there will be an AZ Ron thread that keeps up on current affairs (pun intended), or that the updates continue in here.
Baloney Sandwich
Footballguy
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened
Angry Beavers
Footballguy
I really hope this just leads to "3 racks The sequel"
Capella
Footballguy
Don't cry because it's over, smile because she did other chicks while you were banging her
/slow cry
munga30
Checkin' my email
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The thread begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, September 9, a Friday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my forty fifth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in Ron's story, making his writing do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the story's deep patterns, three assistants, three affairs, three times three drinks and blow, and its deepest impulse, to loan out and get back, to invite them in and out of your home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the thread--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying youtube stream--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the thread. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.
That is why it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the thread was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.
Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of message boards. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a thread; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.
Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my forty fifth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in Ron's story, making his writing do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the story's deep patterns, three assistants, three affairs, three times three drinks and blow, and its deepest impulse, to loan out and get back, to invite them in and out of your home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the thread--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying youtube stream--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the thread. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.
That is why it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the thread was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.
Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of message boards. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a thread; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.
Peyton Marino
Footballguy
o dam
IC FBGCav
Footballguy
northern exposure
Footballguy
Yankee23Fan
Fair Tax!
I expected more bloodshed but I kinda predicted this.
fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
Homeless chick leaving a $70k a year job that provides housing too, good for her!
Pretty upset that Angie is gone though, she's the main character excluding Ron.
Maybe you can get Ice on the payroll? What about Girl 2, we haven't heard from her in years.
Pretty upset that Angie is gone though, she's the main character excluding Ron.
Maybe you can get Ice on the payroll? What about Girl 2, we haven't heard from her in years.
ProstheticRGK
Footballguy
Too unsatisfying. I could poop a better ending.
I don't know the secret handshake for requesting the keys to an alias, but I'm making my intentions known- we need a new director in here. Otherwise, we need a Lance the bartender spin-off thread.
I don't know the secret handshake for requesting the keys to an alias, but I'm making my intentions known- we need a new director in here. Otherwise, we need a Lance the bartender spin-off thread.
Ted Stickles
Footballguy
One of the absolute worst alias hand-offs.
The author should be embarrassed and ashamed to have written that crapola.
No explanation to a homeless chick leaving a $70k job?
Zero out of five stars ending to a very entertaining three-year thread.
The author should be embarrassed and ashamed to have written that crapola.
No explanation to a homeless chick leaving a $70k job?
Zero out of five stars ending to a very entertaining three-year thread.
In The Zone
Footballguy
Who said it was over?
skol asylum
Footballguy
Pretty sure the next episode is going to be Ron back on the shrink's coach...with the shrink. And we'll find out the shrink's name is Michael. 
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