Thread: I got nobody

Guys, I'm more of a browser than an inputer so I don't really know anyone on this site. Everytime I scroll down the page I see viks_fan21's buddy list, consisting of a grand total of 0 members. This is really depressing so if anyone wants to talk football, fishing, or otherwise, feel free to add me to their list.

Thanks everyone.

"viks_fan21" wrote:

Guys, I'm more of a browser than an inputer so I don't really know anyone on this site. Everytime I scroll down the page I see viks_fan21's buddy list, consisting of a grand total of 0 members. This is really depressing so if anyone wants to talk football, fishing, or otherwise, feel free to add me to their list.

Thanks everyone.

You can add anyone to you buddy list. When you do that, see which ones are on IM, and go talk with them.. I am sure us Vikes fans will chat with ya..

Dude, you gotta add buddies.

If we add you to ours it will not show up on your list.

Click on profiles of people and add them.

Ain't got nobody that I can depend on
Ain't got nobody that I can depend on

Ain't got nobody that I can depend on

Ain't got no one (Tengo a nadie)
That I know of (No tengo a nadie)
That I can depend on (No tengo a nadie)
Ain't got no one

Got nobody
That I can depend on (No tengo a nadie)
Ain't got nobody that I can depend on
No tengo a nadie

Seriously, though. Don't feel too bad about it. I try to avoid instant messaging (although you're entitled to like it). I feel that the abbreviation "Instant MSG'ing" is appropriate because it makes me nauseous, much like too much MSG will do to just about everyone. But I'll be your friend anyway. You know, like a "special" friend. :tard: 'Cuz I'm "special." You can feel sorry for me if it makes you feel superior. :cry:

And now for something completely unrelated to this topic: a man with three buttocks. Don't ask him to prove it, though. He'll just get offended.


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Studio: Smart looking and confident announcer sitting at desk.

Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks!

Interviewer and Arthur Frampton, in interview studio.

Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me, Mr Arthur Frampton, who has...Mr. Frampton, I understand that you...er...as it were...have er...well, let me put it another way...I believe Mr. Frampton that whereas most people have - er - two...two...you...you
Frampton: I'm sorry.
Interviewer Ah yes, yes I see...Um, Are you quite comfortable?
Frampton: Yes fine, thank you.
Interviewer: (takes a quick glance at Frampton's bottom) Er, Mr Frampton... vis-ÃÂÂ*-vis...your...rump.
Frampton: I beg your pardon?
Interviewer: Er, your rump.
Frampton: What?
Interviewer: Your posterior....derriere...sit upon.
Frampton: What's that?
Interviewer: (whispers) ...Buttocks.
Frampton: Oh, me bum!
Interviewer: Sshhh! Well Mr. Frampton I understand Mr Frampton, you have a... 50% bonus in the...in the region of what you said.
Frampton: I got three cheeks.
Interviewer: Yes, yes, Splendid, splendid. Well...we were wondering, Mr Frampton, if you...could...see your way clear...
Frampton: (seeing a camera moving round behind him) Here? What's that camera doing?
Interviewer: Er, nothing, nothing at all, sir. We were wondering if you could see your way clear...to giving us...a quick... a quick... visual... Mr Frampton, will you take your trousers down?
Frampton: What? (slapping away a hand from off-screen) 'Ere, get off! I'm not taking me trousers down on television. Who do you think I am?
Interviewer: Please take them down.
Frampton: No.
Interviewer: Just a little bit.
Frampton: No.
Interviewer: No, er ahem...(firmly) Now look here Mr Frampton... It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to the BBC simply claiming... that they have a bit to spare in the botty department...but the point is Mr. Frampton... our viewers need proof.
Frampton: I've been on Persian Radio...Get off! Arthur Figgis knows I've got three buttocks.
Interviewer: How?
Frampton: We go cycling together.

Cut to shot of two men riding tandem. The one behind (Graham) looks down, looks up and exclaims 'strewth'.

Announcer's desk: confident announcer again.
Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks.

Interview studio again.

Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me, Mr Arthur Frampton, who... Mr. Frampton - I understand that you, as it were...well, let me put it another way...I believe Mr. Frampton that whereas most people...didn't we do this just now?
Frampton: Er...yes.
Interviewer: Well why didn't you say so?
Frampton: I thought it was the continental version.

Announcer's desk: confident announcer.

Announcer: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. (phone on desk rings - he answers it) Hullo? ...Oh, did we. (puts phone down; to camera) And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.
Off-screen Voice: He's not here yet!
Announcer: Two noses?

Stock shot of audience of Woman's Institute type, applauding. A man flourishing a handferchief blows his nose. Then he puts his handkerchief inside his shirt and blows again. Stock shot of women applauding again.

Yeah, you need to add people you talk with on your list! Just go to their profile and click on "add to your buddy list" :lol:

Oh, Mine doesn't work right guys, I use Firefox and it doesn't even work right in the IE tab thingy. Sorry! :lol:

"BBQ Platypus" wrote:

Ain't got nobody that I can depend on
Ain't got nobody that I can depend on

Ain't got nobody that I can depend on

Ain't got no one (Tengo a nadie)
That I know of (No tengo a nadie)
That I can depend on (No tengo a nadie)
Ain't got no one

Got nobody
That I can depend on (No tengo a nadie)
Ain't got nobody that I can depend on
No tengo a nadie

Seriously, though. Don't feel too bad about it. I try to avoid instant messaging (although you're entitled to like it). I feel that the abbreviation "Instant MSG'ing" is appropriate because it makes me nauseous, much like too much MSG will do to just about everyone. But I'll be your friend anyway. You know, like a "special" friend. :tard: 'Cuz I'm "special." You can feel sorry for me if it makes you feel superior. :cry:

And now for something completely unrelated to this topic: a man with three buttocks. Don't ask him to prove it, though. He'll just get offended.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Studio: Smart looking and confident announcer sitting at desk.

Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks!

Interviewer and Arthur Frampton, in interview studio.

Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me, Mr Arthur Frampton, who has...Mr. Frampton, I understand that you...er...as it were...have er...well, let me put it another way...I believe Mr. Frampton that whereas most people have - er - two...two...you...you
Frampton: I'm sorry.
[b]Interviewer[b] Ah yes, yes I see...Um, Are you quite comfortable?
Frampton: Yes fine, thank you.
Interviewer: (takes a quick glance at Frampton's bottom) Er, Mr Frampton... vis-ÃÂÂ*-vis...your...rump.
Frampton: I beg your pardon?
Interviewer: Er, your rump.
Frampton: What?
Interviewer: Your posterior....derriere...sit upon.
Frampton: What's that?
Interviewer: (whispers) ...Buttocks.
Frampton: Oh, me bum!
Interviewer: Sshhh! Well Mr. Frampton I understand Mr Frampton, you have a... 50% bonus in the...in the region of what you said.
Frampton: I got three cheeks.
Interviewer: Yes, yes, Splendid, splendid. Well...we were wondering, Mr Frampton, if you...could...see your way clear...
Frampton: (seeing a camera moving round behind him) Here? What's that camera doing?
Interviewer: Er, nothing, nothing at all, sir. We were wondering if you could see your way clear...to giving us...a quick... a quick... visual... Mr Frampton, will you take your trousers down?
Frampton: What? (slapping away a hand from off-screen) 'Ere, get off! I'm not taking me trousers down on television. Who do you think I am?
Interviewer: Please take them down.
Frampton: No.
Interviewer: Just a little bit.
Frampton: No.
Interviewer: No, er ahem...(firmly) Now look here Mr Frampton... It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to the BBC simply claiming... that they have a bit to spare in the botty department...but the point is Mr. Frampton... our viewers need proof.
Frampton: I've been on Persian Radio...Get off! Arthur Figgis knows I've got three buttocks.
Interviewer: How?
Frampton: We go cycling together.

Cut to shot of two men riding tandem. The one behind (Graham) looks down, looks up and exclaims 'strewth'.

Announcer's desk: confident announcer again.
Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks.

Interview studio again.

Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me, Mr Arthur Frampton, who... Mr. Frampton - I understand that you, as it were...well, let me put it another way...I believe Mr. Frampton that whereas most people...didn't we do this just now?
Frampton: Er...yes.
Interviewer: Well why didn't you say so?
Frampton: I thought it was the continental version.

Announcer's desk: confident announcer.

Announcer: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. (phone on desk rings - he answers it) Hullo? ...Oh, did we. (puts phone down; to camera) And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.
Off-screen Voice: He's not here yet!
Announcer: Two noses?

Stock shot of audience of Woman's Institute type, applauding. A man flourishing a handferchief blows his nose. Then he puts his handkerchief inside his shirt and blows again. Stock shot of women applauding again.

Yes! Monty Python is the shit!

Oops. Meant to edit, accidentally quoted.

i dont have anybody on my buddy list either dude lol..i just post away rather than instant message

"ultravikingfan" wrote:

Dude, you gotta add buddies.

If we add you to ours it will not show up on your list.

Click on profiles of people and add them.

I figured that. I just didn't want to strike up a conversation where I would be unwanted. I know, I'm really lame.

"Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true
It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you
Once I had a lovin' gal the sweetest little thing in town
But now she's gone and left me she done turn me down
But I ain't got nobody nobody cares for me
And I'm so sad and lonely won't somebody come and take chance with me
I'll sing you sweet love songs honey all of the time
If you'll only be the pretty mama of mine
Cause I ain't got nobody nobody cares for me
Yeah I ain't got nobody..."

- Merle Haggard



"I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance selling each romance
Ooh, what they're saying

(chorus)
There would come a day when youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They say "He was just a gigolo"
Life goes on without me

I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance selling each romance
Ooh, what they're saying

(chorus)

Cuz I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me
Cuz I ain't so bad
Sad and lonesome all the time
Even on the beat, on the, on the beat
I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody

Really ain't got nobody, sad and lonesome
Baby need love

I, I, I, ain't got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me ,nobody, nobody
I'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me
Cuz I ain't so bad
Really want that soul, little loving soul all the time
Even on the beat, cherry, cherry on the beat
Need a long tall darling, mama
Feeling sick
Got nobody, no, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, no one, no one

Loopey loop, darling, darling
Getting serious, got to see the walls
Over there. nobody, got no one, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me"-David Lee Roth