Doyle Hargraves

If this is the type of thing that effs up your whole day, then you need to thank God for the easy life you live

Hey, rules is rules. What kind of example is this bum setting for his daughter while he runs the streets of Brooklyn breaking the law. Today he teachers her to sell cookies...Tomorrow its drugs and after that they will be selling shoulder-mounted rocket launchers to terrorists. I never like souting anyways. When I was a kid i was thrown out of the Cub Scouts for eating too many Brownies

The men on floor three and above are all homosexuals. She should have stopped at 2 where she could find a real man like me

My three daughters were on the cutting edge of the Napoleon Movement right after it came out. I never got the jokes until I saw the movie. They are still putting eachother in headlocks

A test about "girls" wth big feet and adams apples http://www.eclecticwebs.com/funfile/RawStuff/HeShe/

Your mom goes to college

I would trade my '86 Chevy Celebrity for an '87 Olds Cutlass with tilt steering and an luggage rack on the trunk

Well, let me tell you something, pal... I was just baiting you. I was talking out of my butt and you called me out on it. I have been playing (with a) guitar for 30 years, but I don't ave the skill or knowledge to ever leave the garage. I can't even read music. I wasnt kidding about the Dead though I just don't "get" it.

Arizona is a great place for Warner. With all that hot sun, his wife can become even more of a leatherface

Wrong. Most of the time I am PRETENDING to be an expert. I AM an expert on this

Now is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs #### in his hair and all that, 'cause I have trouble eatin' around that kind of thing. Just like I am about antique furniture and midgets. I can't so much as drink a glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture. Same thing with a droolin' retard.

"I lake big boned women....." I hate to burst your bubble, but do those women with the big "bones" also have big feet and adams apples?

Sorry, I mis-spoke when I called them "partial bar chords". I meant to call them "small chord voicings" And you are the type who likes to read guitar mags, but you can't play your way out of a paper bag. People like you grow tired of your own playing and turn to "jazz" because you think it is cool and nobody but other jazz "musicians" can actually appreciate that souless, droning crap. If someone says they don't like jazz, you get all snobby and write them off as "not having an ear for it". Well I don't like jazz. I say Stanley Jordan on TV a few years back and heard him do Stairway to Heaven. I ran out and bought the Stolen Moments cassette. Well, I quicky learned that his Stairway to Heaven ws a divation from his usual "work" (souless, droning jazz crap). I got some scotch tape and taped a tab on that little hole and erased the rest of the tape. You want to hear some real music...Where I guy knows how to EXPRESS himself with a GD guitar? Pick up some Magic Slim, Some Tinsley Ellis, Roy Buchannan, Alvert King,Indigenous

I call BS on alot of these guys. I am somewhat of an expert in this area. I am a 6'1" 400 lb 48 yr old "tub of goo". Some of these guys have guts just as big as mine is, yet they claim to be 330-340. Most of these guys are 4-6 inches taller than I am. These guys have alot more muscle than I do. Muscle weighs MORE than fat. Many of these guys are lying and they are actually in the mid 400's. Trust me on this.

I'll give you a three word answer: He's a butterfingers

^5 And another over-rated "guitar god" is that Clapton character. Is he actually listening to the other instruments when he puts together a lead?

A Mercury is a good car and that's what I was driving that day. I've owned a lot of cars. Different kinds. Lots of different kinds of cars. She was standing, this girl, on the side of the street where there was a chicken stand; not the Colonel, mind you, but nevertheless a chicken stand, and I pulled the Mercury over and rolled down the window by electric power.

"Did ya check them points?"

I have admitted you into the fan club....Best movie ever made. I can tell you have seen it more than once. "Ya don't want to question genius Morris a modern day poet...just like in olden times"

"Frankie, you're a weird little $h1T and I don't get ya...."

OK, let's talk about the Dead and their so-called "jazz".... Their "jazz" consisted of an actual SIPLIFICATION of simple rock chord progressions wth simplified 9th and 7th partial bar chords...Over this TRASH, Garcia could make a Dorian scale (Pentatonic plus two notes) work over these fewer and simplified chords and ramble on for hours with their odd facial expressions and tie-dyed shirts. So.... their audience full of acid-tripped imbeciles swayed and cheered to this endless, soul-less, repetitive trash just as they would also stare at a dendelion for hours on end... AND THEY COULD ALL FEEL LIKE THEY WERE "PART OF SOMETHING" Without the drugs both on and in front of the stage, the Dead would be NOTHING

"What a long strange trip it's been..." Wow, man...that was really cosmic....And deep too. The band sang about drugs to people who were high to get cheap applause. And musically they were pure GARBAGE

I'm just getting warmed up! Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade "Out of Order" written by Bo Goldman, from screenplay by Ruggero Maccari & Dino Risi, from novel by Giovanni Arpino Mr. Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar. Col. Frank Slade: But not a snitch! Trask: Excuse me? Slade: No, I don't think I will. This is such a crock of sh--. Trask: Mr. Slade, you will watch your language. You are at the Baird School now not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final opportunity to speak up. Slade: Mr. Sims doesn't want it. He doesn't need to labeled, "...still worthy of being a 'Baird Man.'" What the hell is that? What is your motto here? Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that we're gonna burn you at the stake? Well, gentlemen. When the going gets tough, some guys run and some guys stay. Here's Charlie--facing the fire, and there's George--hiding in big Daddy's pocket. And what are you gonna do? You're gonna reward George, and destroy Charlie. Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade? Slade: No. I'm just gettin' warmed up. Now I don't know who went to this place--William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryant, William Tell--whoever. Their spirit is dead; if they ever had one, it's gone. You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea going snitches. And if you think your preparing these minnows for manhood you better think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills. What a sham! What kind of show are you guys puttin' on here today. I mean, the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. And I say, this boy's soul is in tact. It is non-negotiable. You know how I know. Because someone here--I'm not gonna say who--offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn't selling. Mr.Trask: Sir, you are out of order! Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is Mr.Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too tired, and I'm too f****' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order, who the hell do you think you're talking to? I've been around you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit, there is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs but I say that you are executing his soul. And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, !@#$ you too. Mr. Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade! Slade: I'm not finished! Now as I came in here, I heard those words...cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen! Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here. Now, I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong; I'm no judge or jury. But I can tell you this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that my friends is called integrity, that's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of. (pause) Now I have come to the crossroads in my days, and I have always known the right path, always, without exception, I knew. But I never took it, you know why? Because it's too damn hard. Now here's Charlie; he's come to the crossroads. And he's chosen a path, it's the right path. It's a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't destroy...protect it...embrace it. It's gonna make you proud some day...I promise.

They were just a bunch of junkies and only junkies would want to hear their music

Maybe if you are in the medical field, but they wear protective stuff