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(no subject) [May. 10th, 2012|03:35 pm]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape

schtune
Hey all, it's Mad Ape Den Day (May ten, you dig)! So, you may say, can I do any bit to say to all, "Yay! It's MAD Day!"? Why, yes you can. You may:

- Go out for a run.
- Eat an egg, or a box of Kix, or moo goo gai pan, or a Kit Kat bar.
- Get on up and do a jig!
- Go see the Red Sox. It's ok if you are out of LA or NYC; on the day it is, we can all be a fan of the Red Sox.
- Sit on yer ass and see ALF all day (if it's not on TV, you can get it on the RAM-box). Oh, how he'd try to eat the cat!
- Um...I'm all out for now. You got any?
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Hey! It's MAD APE DEN Day [May. 10th, 2010|09:31 am]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape

joshkassel
If you are my WWW pal (guy or gal), I do say to you "May you try to be not sad all the day, for it is May Ten, so it is Mad Ape Den Day." I say to you to use a vox of one, one and one, or one one and one. Do not use 3+ in all you say.

And go say it to all you see, too (be it a bro, sis, mom, dad, pal, etc.). OK?
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An ep of "I Was A Red For the FBI" [Apr. 12th, 2010|10:37 am]
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taxi
I WAS A RED FOR THE FBI!

In the day of mom & pop, and of Joe M who saw the Red Men in DC, I was not a Red. I was a spy for the FBI! I had not one pal: I was FBI, and the men I saw, Red Men.

So one day the FBI say, "The Red Men yen to ice a CEO!" So off I go to the Red HQ in NYC.

"My Red Men, let us not ice the CEO!" I say.

"But we yen to ice him," the Red guy on top, Big Red Stu, did say, "for Red is the way! To be a CEO is bad: so say we all."

"You yen?" I say. "But to be Red is not to yen! You are no Red! You are a spy for the FBI!"

"He is a spy!" say all the Red Men.

So the Red Men did not ice the CEO, but Big Red Stu. USA one, Red Men zip!

But I, who am a Red for the FBI, do not go in joy. I go as but one, and can have no pal.
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It is Poe...nah, it's not so bad [May. 21st, 2009|10:29 am]
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schtune
(If you got to see how Poe put it, go on.)

One p.m. all dim and wet, all in was I and yet I set
O’er a pad or two put to pen an age or so ago,
In mid-nod, not yet a nap, all in a sec – it was a tap,
As if a man had a rap, rap at my den six in a row.
“'Tis but a guy,” now did say I, “to tap a few so in a row –
All it is, and not no mo'”

It is as now, as I say, and it was on an icy day,
And the hot bit as it lay did all to ash go by my toe.
I had a yen for new day yet, and of my pad did try to get
Out of the low and woe I’d met – woe for the ex-Mrs. Poe –
For her so rad and ace a gal – as she did go I’ll e’er be low.
An age ago, she had to go.

How the rag up on the rod did go “shh-shh” in way so odd,
It had me in a fit of awe new to me; I ne’r was so.
So my red hub low to lay, I did say and say and say
“'Tis a guy to ask me ‘May you let me in? I am no foe.’
One odd guy to ask me, ‘May you let me in? I am no foe.’
So it is; all is quo.”

On and on I got my vim; I got the gut to say to him
“Sir (or Gal) if you are mad at me, you got to let it go;
But you see I’d had a nap, and so low how did you rap,
And so low how did you tap, tap one-two all in a row,
I’d bet my ear was off a bit.” – I put my nob out set for woe; –
All so dim out, no one tho.

Not a bit in dim I saw; as if in ice I was in awe,
Of no set aim, a pic up top no son of God e’er had ago.
In my ear I had no pip; out of the dim I got no tip,
Not one wee bit out of a lip, but for he: “Oh, Mrs. Poe!”
As if a man far off did say; who put it so? It was me tho.
On and on my vox did go.

And so in my den I got; all the vim in me was hot
I put an ear to a tap, but it was now not so low.
“Got to be – It’s got to be…a bug or bat or a wee bee;
Let me see all I can see and get the act all in a row –
Let my hub die off a bit and get the act all in a row; –
'Tis the air; it’s to and fro!”

In a fit I put the bay up, and did hop a big ol’ jay up!
No, not jay, but a caw-caw as of an age ago.
He did not bow or nod a bit, did not hem or haw a wit,
But, as if a Sir he lit, lit up by how out I go –
Lit up on a bit of art of she of old of Owl and Bow –
Lit and sat, and did not go.

To my eye he was so hip up on my art I put my lip up,
For his viz, it had no joy and was not gay but sad fo' sho',
“Tho thy pec, it has no fur, you, I bet, are not a cur,
Ill and wan old caw-caw, sir, who the dim had had in tow –
Say who you are now on our eve. Are you Moe, Leo or Joe?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

How it put me so in awe – how did it say so, the caw-caw?
Yet its gab had to be rot – it had to be but hot air, tho;
For we got to be as one; no man or gal in dim or sun
As of yet has had the fun to see a caw-caw lit up so –
Caw-caw, jay, or bug or pet lit up o’er how out we go,
Who had the tag of “I’d say no.”

On his own tho the caw-caw put one bit out of his maw;
It was as if he had in it put all his id and his ego.
Did he add any bit? Nay! He sat as if he had all day,
'Til in a low vox I did say, “I had a pal, yet he did go.
In a sec he may go too, as all yen I had did go.”
But the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

My eye got big; my hub did run! Its gab so apt! Was it a pun?
“I’d bet it did say all it can,” did I say so, “It’s got no mo'.
He got it off of one sad guy who of bad woe had to hie,
As he ran on did it fly 'til his air was of one woe,
'Til all he was apt to cry was of one ill, was of one woe
Of ‘I’d say – I’d say no.’”

But the guy yet was so hip up on my art I put my lip up.
So I put a pad ere caw-caw, my art, and how out I go
On the pad of fur I sat; in my nob I set to tat
Bit to bit in one big mat of how the caw-caw of ago –
Did the wan and low and ill and icy caw-caw of ago
Yen to say by “I’d say no.”

So I sat to use my wit, tho I did not say a bit
To the caw-caw; his red eye now got my hub all het up so;
All so far now did I add up in a sum; my nob I had up
On the red and sky-hue pad; up o’er me was a lit up glo,
But on the red and sky-hue pad I sat on in a lit up glo
May she sit? Ah, I’d say no.

Now the air, it was a lot – air as God-ash in a pot
Had by God-kid who did hum as he did go all to and fro.
I was all, “Ass, God has let you get a bit so odd and so new
A gap! A gap in the boo-hoo you got for the ex-Mrs. Poe
Use, oh use the boo-hoo gap and try not to be so emo!”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

“See it all, I ken you can! be you caw-caw or imp-man!
If I got you by Old Nik or if Big Air had you in tow,
On thy own, not at all shy, on the lot of hex, hot sky –
On my den of men who die – say it, no fib, can it be so –
Say, can any Rx aid me? Can it?! Oh, may it be so?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

“See it all, I ken you can! be you caw-caw or imp-man!
By the sky o’er us all, by the God who we dig so
I’ve got to ask, I am so sad, as I get to the God pad,
If I’ll be met by gal I had, the one we say was Mrs. Poe –
She was a fox, may I now add, the one we say was Mrs. Poe?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

“Get on out, and may you rot!” did I cry as up I got,
“Out to the big bad air and to the dim eve, out you foe!
No wit of you be in my eye to jog in me thy ill-put lie!
Let me be on my own! – Fie! – get off my art, I beg you go!
Get thy jaw out of my hub and get thy bod off! Go on! Go!”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”

And the caw-caw, icy git, day in and out, he has to sit
On the bit of old wan art of she who was of Owl and Bow;
And his eye is as a map of a sin-god in a nap
And the ray o’er his cap has a dim bit to lay low
And in the dim bit is my id; and in it too is my ego.
May it go up? I’d say no.
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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2009|12:20 pm]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape

calamityjon
It is now Mad Ape Den Day, as it is May Ten. Gab it up in Mad Ape Den to all, you lot, til the sun set and the day is out!

Too! Is you Mad Ape not Mad Ape? Go see if it is or not!
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The sad guy of Lyø [May. 11th, 2009|02:54 pm]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape

schtune
To go on off of how Len put it...

I’ve not far ago – but who can say why? – got rid of all my joy, got rid of all my act of run or jog; as it may be, I am so sad the A-OK mat, the orb, to my eye is a dry lot; the rad rag, the air, see you, the non-shy sky, the fab top cut in two by the sun, why to me it is no bit but a low and ill lot of gas. How odd a bit is a man! how A-1 in wit! how big in all he is apt to do! in bod and how he can go how he can say all not by vox and how we can put an eye up to him! in act how as one who is by god! in all he can see how as a god! the eye-art of the orb, the top of all who fly and got fur! And yet how do I see he who is but dry ash? I get no joy by man – no, nor by gal, tho by how you put a lip up I’d bet you say so.
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Yay! A Kid TV Pic! [May. 7th, 2009|07:14 am]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape

joshkassel

The Rat And The Dog Get The Bad Cat
(A Gag Pic For Kid TV by MGM)

Act One

50s Era. The Dog is in his bed. We see Tom the Cat.

Tom Cat:                  "Grr! I spy the Rat! I'll get The Rat. I yen to eat the rat!"

Tom now has a mop.

Tom Cat:                   "You! Rat! I'll hit you!"
The Rat:                     "Eep!"
Tom Cat:                   "You run, Rat! I'll run, too, and bop you on yer top! You and me are at war!"

Rat and Cat run and see The Dog in a bed.

The Dog:                       "Zzz.."
The Rat (on tip toe):    "Shh!"
The Cat:
                        "No! I'll NO SHH!"   
The Dog: (is now up)   "My Nap! Grr! You bad cat! I see red and I'll I'll eat you up!
Tom Cat:                       "No!"
The Dog (to The Rat): "You are my pal. You and I are a wee mad at the Cat. I'll hit the cat if I spy the cat. But you did not nix my nap, so you are OK by me!"
The Rat:                       "Yay!"

Act Two

We can not see The Cat. He is not by The Dog and The Rat


The Dog (to The Rat):  "Hi, pal! You OK? The cat is not on you?"
The Rat:                       "No, pal!"
The Dog:                      "If I can be of aid, you got to say so and I'll aid you... Now or at one or two or ten AM or PM on any day!"
The Rat:                       "You are rad! The sec I see The Cat, I'll say 'EEP!'"

A day and a day and a day go by. 

The Cat:                       "I see you, Rat! I'll get you now!
The Rat:                       "EEP! EEP! EEP!

The Dog is now on the Cat.

The Dog:                      "Bad Cat! I'll hit you now! You do NOT mar my rat pal!"

The paw of The Dog is in the maw of the cat... a lot.


Act III

The Cat is on top of a pew... His eye has a tic.

The Cat (to no one):    "I yen to get the rat but can not for the dog who is now his big old pal... and the dog... he can axe me!"
The Rat (to The Cat):  "Hi Cat! I spy you, and I see you are of bad wit. But The Dog will get you if you try to eat me! So ha ha to you!"
The Dog:                       "Hey Rat, I can not aid you for a bit. I am to see the vet."
The Rat:                        "Uh oh..."

ACT IV

The Cat (to The Rat):   "So... I see the dog is at the vet and can not aid you. Too bad for you... Ha, ha, ha! Grr...."
The Rat:                        "EEP! EEP! EEP!"
The Cat:                        "EEP! you say EEP but no dog can aid you!"

The Rat and The Cat run and run for the day. But The Rat is not got by the cat.

The Dog:                     "Hi All! I am not at the vet now! And hey, the vet did not axe orb one and orb two... fix me!'
The Rat:                      "EEP! EEP!"
The Cat:                      "Erp... Uh oh..."
The Dog:                     "You bad cat! I've an oar and I'll bop you now!"
The Cat:                      "EEP! EEP! EEP! No one can aid me!"

The Dog X'es The Cat. The Rat and The Dog eat a pie and gab.


The Rat:
                      "You are a-OK, pal. I XXX OOO You!"
The Dog:                      "You wee fag... Grr! A fag can not XXX OOO to ME!"
The Rat:                       "I... I... I..."
The Dog:                     "HA HA HA HA! Got 'cha, my pal!"

Ebb to ink. We see the TV say  "The END - An MGM Pic"
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Big War of the Odd Orb XL and III [Jan. 30th, 2009|09:37 am]
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blue_straggler
We are a day and a day til The Big War of the Odd Orb! It is the war of the top den of the AFC and the top den of the NFC. I can say a bit re: the Big War, so you can ken of it (or bet on it, if you dig).

The AFC den is The PA Men Who Use Fe & C. Any who ken of the odd orb say The PA Men are a top den. The PA Men won The Big War of the Odd Orb XL, but got a new top guy now. The PA Men got a lot of ace men in the way of the odd orb. A few are All-Pro. The QB is Big Ben, who is way OK. But it is so: Big Ben had a bad day in the Big War of the Odd Orb XL. Yet The PA Men did win. We can not yet say if Big Ben may be bad in any big war. He may be, he may not.

And The PA Men got the top "D" too: DL men, FS and SS, CBs, and lot of OK LBs, too. A top guy is the SS, #43 out of USC. He has a way big fro, so you can see him run and hit a lot. It is not at all as pie to lob or run for TDs on The PA Men.

The NFC den is The AZ Lil' Red Out-of-egg Men Who Can Fly. (The men are not lil', are not red, and can not fly, you ken, it is but a tag.) It is odd to see The AZ Men in the Big War. WAY odd! The AZ Men are bad a lot. Not one Big War had The AZ Men ere now. So it is fun to see. The QB is a bit of an old guy, but he won The Big War of the Odd Orb XXX and IV as a Ram. He can lob to #11, a top WR in the NFL. #11 has a big fro, too!

The AZ Men do not got a top "D" like The PA Men, but it is not too bad.

All may see The Big War on TV. In the US, it is a fun day. A bit of ale is to be had. You may eat a lot, too. A few dig the ads and not the Big War--How odd! Yet, it is a day one can see the top new ads. ("Bah to the ads," I say. But, I dig The Big War.) Or, if the War is on ads you do not dig, you may zap the TV and see a wee dog or cat at fun.

Who can win The Big War? I say, The PA Men are a top den. I do not ken if The AZ Men can get a lot of TDs, and FGs may not be OK. So, I bet on The PA Men to win. But not a big win. It will be an ace War.
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"Wee-God-tot ore [Jan. 20th, 2009|04:01 pm]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape
shinzu4001
Wig out
And gie in
No res you are apt to ken in. 
Be rad
And be the oaf of an ape who is not you in the era we are in
yet all ken
Who is god-rad,  all we see can cow-by-awe 
So I put my ear duo to

Who all yen for bee-goo
As yet we got a bit of pay
Who all yen for bee-goo? 

Hip-lad-set, get as one
Get in a set for the big row to do-re-mi for you
But spy a lot,
All the God-boy-and-gal-mob and thy ala-set on by sew
low in me,
We are apt to pee and we are shy
If you do not spy at me

Who all yen for bee-goo
As yet we got a bit of pay
Who all yen for bee-goo?

Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out

Gab to me all of the gab you say on the low
Can not aid but I ken it is not a fib
Gab to me all of the gab you say on the low
I ken, I ken, I ken
I was apt to but did put my ear duo to it in the era I was apt to.

Who all yen for bee-goo
As yet we got a bit of pay
Who all yen for bee-goo?

Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
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Who are you? [Jan. 15th, 2009|08:05 am]
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schtune
Dig it: we all did a bit of Mad Ape Den of a gag, a pad, or a pic or two, but we do not do it re: us. Why not say who you are? You got a job? A kid or two? And if you are not at the job? Do you run? Ski? Are you a Red Sox fan? Do you sit at the RAM box and say it in one, two, or one and two all day?

I'll go:

I'm Ben – yes, I can say who I am in MAD – and I'm in NJ. My job is in ESL. If a man or gal is to get to the USA but can not say any bit as we do, my aim is to get him or her to do so. I put on a tie and use CDs and say, "Hmm...I see you can not say 'TH', but use 'T' or 'D'. I'll see if I can fix it." I get all to use a pen as we do, too; I say, "Jot a bit re: you" (as I do now) and I put an eye to how he or she set it all up, and I see if he or she did jot, "He go..." or "Me is..." or any odd bad bit.

I got a Mrs and she is the top gal of all (and a bit of a fox, if I do say so). I got joy for she is wed to me. She and I got one kid, a wee gal. We can say she is "Lil" – a bit of a pun. I yen but to sit by her as she may put her lip up, and her eye may get so big. If a man has a kid, he is not the man he was; now I may cry if I see a sad bit on TV.

OK, now you. Go!
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