Richard Pryor is the proprietor of a speakeasy/gambling hall during
Prohibition day. Little Boy enters the room where Mean Man #1 is
shooting craps, and losing, and hands Richard Pryor a pack of
cigarettes.
"Who the hell is that kid?" Mean Man says.
"Relax, he's cool. He runs errands for me," Pryor says.
"Get him the hell out of here! I never gamble with a kid
in the room...they give me bad luck."
"Hey," Pryor says, "this is Joe's Place. And I'm Joe, remember?
I'll have who I want in here. Now shut up and shoot."
Mean Man shoots his dice and loses.
"Dammit! I told you kids give me bad luck."
Pryor ribs him in typical fashion, but Mean Man will have none
of it. He suddenly whips out a knife and holds it to Pryor's
throat.
A shot rings out, and Mean Man slumps to the floor, dead.
Little Kid stands proudly, smoking gun in hand.
Pryor, obviously shocked: "Jeez...I guess he does have bad
luck with kids."
(from _Harlem Nights_, btw)
― Squirrel_Police (Squirrel_Police), Tuesday, 9 November 2004 10:06 (twenty-one years ago)
Oops, this was meant for ILE, but I guess it happens
― Squirrel_Police (Squirrel_Police), Tuesday, 9 November 2004 10:07 (twenty-one years ago)
How do people end up posting on the wrong board or wrong thread?
I'm just curious because I haven't done it (yet).
Is it booze? Tabbed browsing gone awry?
― From a Land of Grass Without Mirrors (AaronHz), Tuesday, 9 November 2004 13:21 (twenty-one years ago)
wrong thread: you open up a bunch of threads you're interested in. you decide to reply to one, but just before you do, are momentarily distracted. you then return to the thread you thought you were on, reply, and discover that you were mistaken.
wrong board: you thought you were browsing ILE/M, but you were really browsing ILM/E. possibly you saw the name of the other board in the top right corner and subconsciously understood that confirmation that you were posting on the right board.
― m. (mitchlnw), Tuesday, 9 November 2004 13:28 (twenty-one years ago)
Some of you are backing out on the Hogs huh? Well then give me your season tickets and I'll be happy to pay. Win or lose they are still bleeding Razorback red and Saturday is no exception. It's Senior Day and I plan on going to the game to watch my Hogs. The coaching staff is no exception either because they bleed that cardinal red and the Hogs will only get better.
― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Tuesday, 9 November 2004 14:38 (twenty-one years ago)