Is This Man Certifiably Insane #2

by hillary_step 35 Replies latest jw friends

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  MegaDude

  Well, I groped around the internet a bit and here's some info about the clip:

  Supposed story:

  On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris. The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.

  Other people claim the film was actually shot while driving a Mercedes or a motorcycle and the sound of the Ferrari was dubbed in.
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  MegaDude

  Ah, James, beat me to the punch.
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  daystar

  I groped around the internet a bit

  LOL@MegaDude!!
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  hillary_step

  LT,

  Have you ever driven on cobblestones, far less wet ones? It's an experience that you wouldn't want at low speed, far less the speeds he appears to be doing even without the added soundtrack!

  Did you know that driving at speed over cobbled streets is a requirement under the Italian and French driving test? The Citroen, with its unique suspension is ideally suited for this terrain, and that is why all driving tests in France must be taken in the non-poubelle version of the Citroen.

  HS
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  SirNose586

  You realize that you are comparing playing a racing game to reality? If you really are impressed by this sort of behavior, you have issues probably best suited to a professional diagnosis.

  "Ballsy" and "brilliant" to pit the driver's own driving skill against chance and the unlucky pedestrian's life? Purely anti-social, dangerous behavior. And it obviously titillates you.

  Oh, verily I am titillated, my good sir. Driving at breakneck speeds in a fast, sexy car appeals to my impulsive, adolescent sensibilities.
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  hillary_step

  Mega,

  Well, I groped around the internet a bit and here's some info about the clip:

  Long time no hear. How are you, you slimy old liar?

  I found out a remarkable thing about this word ( grope ) recently, one that I had not known before perhaps because I spent far to many years waiting for doors to open while looking at my handsome reflection in the brass clasp on my Service bag. I had always thought that the verb to 'grope' actually meant - 'to reach about uncertainly; feel one's way'. But apparently it also has a secondary, though less used slang derivation, that is, to fiddle around sexually. Whoodathunkit?

  Sometimes I thank God kneefully that I have this Board and its Star posters from whom I learn so very much.

  By the way, did you know the phrase 'Service Bag', also applies to JW woman of loose virtue? Secondary derivation of course.

  HS
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  hillary_step

  SirNose,

  Oh, verily I am titillated, my good sir. Driving at breakneck speeds in a fast, sexy car appeals to my impulsive, adolescent sensibilities.

  Do not mind Daystar, he gets very cranky when he does not get his daily neck-rub and weekly grope.

  HS
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  MegaDude

  By the way, did you know the phrase 'Service Bag', also applies to JW woman of loose virtue? Secondary derivation of course.

  ROFLMAO! Excellent.
  

  I'm fine, Hillary. Feeling younger and drier all the time.

  Heard any good jazz lately?
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  Scully

  Somewhere in the US, the following email postcard just arrived:

  Dear Mom & Dad,

  This is the video clip of the tour of the city of Paris that I went on today. The French bastard cab driver charged me 100EUR for it too. It sounded like a good deal at the time. Now I know what you meant when you played "Don't pay the ferryman until he gets you to the other side" the night before I left for my trip to Europe.
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  hillary_step

  Hello Mega,

  Heard any good jazz lately?

  Well, I must say that I have! I am currently playing to death the Enrico Pieranunzi trio 'Play Morricone' ( Marc Johnson & Joey Baron on bass & drums ). This is a collection of the music of Ennio Morricone set to jazz piano by Pieranunzi. This is stellar stuff, makes the hackles on the neck rise.

  Apart from that I am reliving Kevin Ayers, 'UP'. Kevin has always been a musical eccentric and an aquired taste, but a first class lyricist. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has spent the rest of his life filling it with white powder. I remember bumping into him in the late 60's and thinking, that guy is going to be dead in three years. I just include this to show that occasionally I am wrong about something.

  A sort of melodic Don Van Vliet, his lyrics are very simple and always have been since the 60's, but he has never repeated an idea. Here is a sample from 'UP'. It is well worth hunting down Mega.

  AM I REALLY MARCEL?

  I've got no ambition, guess I'm out of place Cos I'd rather go fishing than run in the race I'm naturally lazy but what can I do I? I was born in the wrong place, wrong time too Just working for money working for pay All seems so pointless day after day I'm happy dreaming and it's good for my health And only when I'm dreaming am I really myself Some people say its just running away But then everyone's running somewhere And I still believe that the best we can do Is to know where we are and be there For what we call progress We're selling our soul And there's just too much going on out there Beyond my control