The Unofficial Opie & Anthony Message Board
Home | Search | FAQ


The Unofficial Opie & Anthony Message Board - We Really Need A.....

Page 1 2
Displaying 26-41 of 41 messages in this thread.
Posted ByDiscussion Topic: We Really Need A.....
Opie's Sack Lunch
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 10:14 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Jun. 01
Jesus man, How the hell do I do that ? That seems like such a neat toy!

Opie's Sack Lunch
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 10:17 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Jun. 01
Any chance of having one of these parties in Jersey? I know there has to be quite a number of members from Jersey that would like to attend these gigs but find the trek into the city difficult on a weekday. Just asking....Please don't pound on me for asking.....no really it was just a question.

Sephiroth
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 10:18 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Dec. 00
YOU CANNOT DEFEAT MY MARQUEE SKILLS FEZ !! MESS WITH THE BEST, DIE LIKE THE REST !!


L33T LIEK JEFFK MOTHERBITCHES

Vengence be thy name. Death be thy Chore. Move swiftly, Move silently and cede thy Wrath.
AIM | E-MAIL | CHAT

Click Here to Help me live Forever Motherfuckers !!!

av8er
OA.com's taint with wings.
The only person to have a 20 double post
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 10:25 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Oct. 00
Fez, Seph, what is this marquee you speak of?




Av8er Radio
[ AIM  ] [ ICQ ] [ E-Mail ]
"Ahahahhahaha...How sweet...Fresh meat!" - Robert Englund
"Could you bend me over the console & say that?" - Jim Norton









This message was edited by av8er on 10-18-01 @ 10:36 PM
Joe Soprano
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:06 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Sep. 00
THE BATMAN Revised First Draft Screenplay by Tom Mankiewicz June 20, 1983 FADE IN: SUPERIMPOSED ON A BLACK SCREEN: WAYNE MANOR, NEAR GOTHAM CITY - 1960 EXT. WAYNE MANOR - SUNSET A beautiful, sprawling suburban estate at sunset. Classic wrought-iron gates protect a winding driveway which snakes its way up through a neatly manicured lawn. INT. WAYNE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT ALFRED PENNYWORTH, the Wayne family butler, fluffs up a cushion in the large, elegant living room. A kind-looking man in his late forties with dark moustache and hair, he epitomizes the proper British moor domo, dressed in a morning coat and striped vest. Alfred turns, straightens up a pile of thick-looking papers on the living room table. He picks up the top one, looks at it critically, but with satisfaction. INSERT SHOT - CAMPAIGN POSTER The thick-looking papers are, in fact, political campaign posters. They feature the face of a handsome, fortyish man, with the block lettered caption: DR. THOMAS WAYNE FOR CITY COUNCIL - A BETTER TOMORROW FOR GOTHAM. DR. WAYNE'S VOICE Bruce? Hurry up, son, we're going to be late. Martha? BACK TO SCENE Alfred turns to look at DR. THOMAS WAYNE (the man on the poster) enters the room. DR. WAYNE (CONT'D) Now where's Martha? Alfred, have you seen Mrs. Wayne? ALFRED I believe she was headed for Master Bruce's laboratory. Sir. Dr. Wayne checks his watch, exits, muttering. DR. WAYNE That nymphomaniacal hamster of his must have given birth again... INT. HALLWAY Dr. Wayne heads down the hallway towards a door. DR. WAYNE Come on, everybody, the movie starts in less than an hour. Let's not keep you next city councilman waiting... INT. BRUCE'S LAB Dr. Wayne opens the door. The makeshift lab room has a large work table crammed with beakers, test tubes, and other scientific equipment. BRUCE WYANE, aged ten, sits behind a microscope, peers down intently at a specimen on a slide. He does not look up as his father enters. DR. WAYNE (crossing) Son, whatever you're looking at couldn't possible be as pretty as Audrey Hepburn, so... Dr. Wayne puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder. Incredibly enough - it passes right through it! He recoils, shocked, reaches out to touch the body's head. His hand cuts right through the skull. Giggling is HEARD, O.S. Young Bruce stands behind the door with his mother, MARTHA, a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. BRUCE It's called a "holograph," dad. Two Interconnecting laser beams... (pointing) There and there. Pretty neat, huh? Dr. Wayne stares at the laser tubes, totally nonplussed. MARTHA Well, don't look at me. My side of the family still can't figure out why it gets dark at night. Ready to go? DR. WAYNE (eyes narrowing) How can I be sure you're the real thing? Martha kisses him warmly. He looks back, impressed. DR. WAYNE (CONT'D) Somewhat lifelike, I'll admit... MARTH That's all? Then hold on to your socks, buster... She kisses him again with passion. Bruce turns away with the typical self-consciousness of a pre-adolescent. BRUCE Oh, guy... His parents break. Dr. Wayne looks down at him. DR. WAYNE Bruce, you may be the brightest ten year old in Gotham City, or any- where else, for that matter. But I feel I ought to let you in on some- thing. (at Martha) This - is definitely not a guy. INT. PROJECTION BOOTH - NIGHT A huge 35mm motion picture projector springs to life. INT. THEATER The shifting colored rays of a projected film knife though the blackness of the theater. SCREEN VOICE Sister, you make a beautiful nun. ANGLE ON MOVIE SCREEN The screen is filled by the face of AUDREY HEPBURN, dressed as a nun. We are watched The Nun's Story, as are: ANGLE ON WAYNE FAMILY IN SEATS Dr. Wayne, Martha, and Bruce, who downs the remains of his box of Good and Plenty. EXT. GOTHAM MOVIE THEATER & STREET - NIGHT Rumblings of distant thunder echo through the night sky. The Wayne family exits the theater, heads down a deserted street. Suddenly - a flash of lightning. A closer, louder clap of thunder. Dr. Wayne takes Martha's arm. Bruce straggles behind, staring at the pavement. DR. WAYNE I wish I hadn't parked so far away. We're going to get soaked. MARTHA (over her shoulder) Do try and keep up, Bruce. What on earth are you staring at, anyway? BRUCE The cracks, Mom. It's bad luck to step on one. (does so) Oh, darnit... VOICE (O.S.) Hold it, you people. Freeze! A large man (JOE CHILL) partially hidden by shadows, points a gun at them. He stands in the sunken entrance to a deserted brownstone house, gestures with his weapon. CHILL Get down in here. Now. MARTHA (terrified) Thomas... DR. WAYNE You're welcome to our money. Any- thing we have. Okay? Chill stares coldly. Dr. Wayne pulls out his money, takes off his watch. Martha and Bruce watch, petrified. DR. WAYNE (CONT'D) Here...just be careful with that gun, will you? It could go off... CHILL You know something, Doc? You're right. DR. WAYNE (expression changing) Doc? How did you know I was a... There is a deafening roar as Chill fires the gun, lifting Dr. Wayne off his feet, hurling him backwards. BRUCE Daddy!! Martha screams. A bolt of lightning flashes. Chill turns. CHILL Let's have that necklace, lady... MARTHA Oh, my God! Martha tries to escape but is jerked back by Chill's hand as it closes on her necklace. Bruce runs at Chill, grabs him by the leg, tries to pull him down. BRUCE Leave my mommy alone! Mommy! Mommy! Chill fires again! The necklace snaps free as Martha is jerked backwards, then crumples next to her husband. CLOSE ON BRUCE He kneels over his mother's body, pauses in shock, then looks up: the barrel of Chill's gun comes into frame. CLOSE ON CHILL The necklace in one hand, his gun in the other. He looks down at Bruce, his expression suddenly changing. BACK TO BRUCE He stares at Chill, his jaw inadvertently twitching with rage. A LOUD CLAP OF THUNDER rolls across the sky. Bruce's eyes have become steel, visible fury shooting forth from them in an almost demonic fashion. Chill's gun hand suddenly starts to tremble. Incredibly, the savage face of this young boy has unnerved him. CHILL Stop...lookin' at me like that, kid... (no response) Stop looking at me like that! Suddenly - A FLASH OF LIGHTNING! Rain begins to fall in sheets. Chill, runs up to the street, disappears into the rain-swept darkness.




Semprini?


GO BUCS
Noellevious
Teh cute.
Look at that. You could bounce quarters off of it. Incredible.		posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:17 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Sep. 01
::cries:: Fez's original huge font post made my eyes hurt.


One Nation...Indivisible.

Heaven is missing angels - NYPD & FDNY...Thank you.

"The first Jewish guy I ever really loved was Christ.
And then came Lewis Black."



GrkqtOandAfan
Claim staked by FTL.		posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:19 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Oct. 00
::slams head repeatedly against desk after reading another of Joe's posts::

Holy Unfunny Post Batman!



I know it's wrong and it makes you nauseous.
But I'm not suspicious, I'm cautious.
And you know I want to love and trust you.
But it's really a lot to try and adjust to.


IrishAlkey
Chucky
Official OA.com Homo
Nothing makes me harder than the thought of my lips wrapped around a pulsating cock, awaiting that one second when it will explode with semen, flooding my throat and nostrils until I choke. Jokes on you... This won't be here much longer... BTW: me and Ants have had sex multiple times and I ALWAYS catch.
PORTUGAL CUNT ROCKETTE
Look who's laughing now, fuckers!!!

Is It In Yet? JYD-4-LIFE
 [Sarcasm]Subzero316 fan since day one!!1!![/Sarcasm]
"my mod powers are on temporary hiatus"
This status is sponsored by:
P®oJë©T M@¥hέm		posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:32 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Aug. 01
Party at my apartment! You guys like Tostitos and Monkees' re-runs right?

Edit* I was originally going to offer liquor and sluts but being that the guys on this board all seem to be "self-proclaimed chefs," I thought that might turn you away.




Unfortunately, I already asked her but she said "I Love the Froy!"
Freedom is worth fighting for.
Austin U. Graduate...can't ya tell?
GrkQT = sig Queen!


This message was edited by IrishAlkey on 10-18-01 @ 11:41 PM
Joe Soprano
posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:37 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Sep. 00
Oh I'm sorry, GrkQT... perhaps you're hankering for something a bit more recent...

CAST AWAY by William Broyles THIRD DRAFT March 13, 1998 FADE IN: EXT. MARFA, TEXAS - 1993 - WIDE - DAY The Texas plains, horizon to horizon, nothing but the browns and ochres of earth and the blue and violet of the sky. The sheer scope of it sinks in: the blank slate of nature, the absence of man. On the screen superimpose: MARFA, TEXAS, 1993. CREDITS BEGIN. A plume of dust comes into frame. The dust is from a TRUCK, orange and white and violet, with "FedEx" blazoned across the side. The truck turns into a collection of ramshackle World War II era Quonset huts and outbuildings. Around the outbuildings are large sculptures of wood and metal. EXT. QUONSET HUT - DAY The door is opened by a WOMAN in her late twenties. Hair pulled back, casual, an artist. She hands the DRIVER a FedEx BOX which is decorated with a drawing of two ANGEL WINGS. The Driver has a hand-held computer; a portable printer dangles from his belt. The Driver scans the package with his hand-held computer, prints out a label and sticks it on the Box, ready to go. But something on the box catches her eye. She wants it back. He glances at his watch. She draws RINGS around the Wings, uniting them. She gives the box to the Driver, then hands him a cup of coffee. They've done this before. He takes a sip of the coffee, then runs for the truck. He jumps in and heads back onto the plains. EXT. FEDEX OFFICE - MIDLAND/ODESSA - NIGHT - HOURS LATER The Driver jams the distinctive Angel Wing Box on top of a dolly and loads it into a CONTAINER with clear plastic sides. A female Loader slaps a large bar code label on the container, scans it, then pulls the container across a belt of rollers onto a larger truck. The doors of the truck close. The latch slams down. A forklift hoists the container to the cargo doors of a 737. EXT. MEMPHIS AIRPORT SUPERHUB - NIGHT The 737 lands. EXT. SUPERHUB - NIGHT - MINUTES LATER One of a seemingly endless line of FedEx planes, our 737 taxis to a gate at the FedEx SUPERHUB. The Hub is a vast living organism -- loud, complex, overwhelming, as much a symbol of modern life as was the factory in Modern Times. Five thousand people work in a frenzy of interconnected activity inside three vast hangers brightly lit. Hundreds of forklifts and cargo-pullers dart about, their headlights crisscrossing like a laser show. Loaders quickly roll the container onto a FORKLIFT. INT. MEMPHIS SUPERHUB - NIGHT The forklift speeds inside one of the hangers to a LOADING BELT, where our Box is spilled into a Mississippi River of packages, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of them, all shapes and sizes, from shoe boxes to engine blocks. Large mechanical arms divert the immense flow of Workers at dozens of stations. The packages surge and move. The Workers place the packages label-side-up on new belts, where they're scanned by laser readers. Picking up speed our Box is shunted across the acres of interlocking belts. The Box ends up in a much larger CONTAINER labeled CDG. EXT. MEMPHIS SUPERHUB - NIGHT A forklift lifts the Container to a door on a giant MD-11. INT. GLOBAL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT A jumbled room jammed with computers and dominated by a HUGE WALL GRAPHIC that charts hundreds of airplanes. An Operator moves a yellow strip labeled Jumbo 12 across the board. EXT. CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT - DAY SERIES OF SHOTS The giant place touches down in Paris. The Angel Wing Box moves quickly on another belt and disappears into another CONTAINER, which is loaded onto still another AIRPLANE. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG AIRPORT, RUSSIA - NIGHT The plane lands. The container is unloaded down a belt. We see our Angel Box. Directly in front of it is a DENTED BOX. INT. ST. PETERSBURG FEDEX OFFICE, RUSSIA SERIES OF SHOTS Night. The manic activity has come to a dead stop. Our two Boxes sit on a table in a corner not far from a small Christmas tree. Daylight now. YURI, a Supervisor, saunters over, picks up the Angel Box, sees an attractive co-worker, puts it down. Night again. A cat walks by the table where our two Boxes have come to rest. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG FEDEX OFFICE - DAY A FedEx truck pulls out of the warehouse. The walls of the warehouse are covered with graffiti. The streets are slushy, the buildings blanketed in snow. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG - DAY The Driver sits in the truck drinking tea. He takes a last sip, sighs, gets out with the Angel Box. Walks slowly toward an APARTMENT HOUSE. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG APARTMENT HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER A beautiful young RUSSIAN WOMAN opens the door. A young AMERICAN MAN comes up behind her, signs the form and takes the Angel Box. We see Christmas decorations inside. The woman puts her arms around him as the door closes. RUSSIAN WOMAN (O.S.) (accented English) It's pretty. Who is it from? AMERICAN MAN (O.S.) My wife. We stay with the Driver as he ambles back toward the truck. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER The Driver has just delivered the Dented Box to ALEKSEI, Russian Businessman, who closes the door of a Czarist-era building. Aleksei checks his watch, picks up the phone. EXT. FEDEX OFFICES - MANILA - DAY CHUCK NOLAND, early thirties, walks along a line of brightly colored jitneys, each bearing the FedEx logo. With him is a Filipino FedEx SUPERVISOR wearing a guayabera. Chuck glistens with a thin layer of sweat. CHUCK My guess is we're talking fuel filters here, Fernando. The gas is dirty, these jitneys get in the mountains, their engines cut out. FERNANDO That could lose us half an hour. CHUCK Easy. Each way. His beeper goes off. INT. FEDEX OFFICES - MANILA - DAY - MOMENTS LATER Chuck is on the phone. CHUCK So it finally turned up... Chuck hesitates for a moment, then looks at his watch. CHUCK I'll catch the sweep tonight. INT. FEDEX PLANE - NIGHT Strapped into the jump seat behind the pilots, Chuck sleeps with a mask over his eyes. On his lap are some travel brochures. We see sailboats, we see the Florida keys. EXT. ST. PETERSBURG FEDEX OFFICES - DAY Christmas in Russia. Snow everywhere. Brightly colored lights. Chucks gets out of a Volga with Aleksei. He has a bag over his shoulder, the dented package under one arm. INT. FEDEX OFFICES - DAY The staff has assembled near the loading dock. Yuri the station manager stands in front, occasionally catching the eye of the attractive woman. Chuck displays the FedEx box. CHUCK It took this test package thirty-two hours to get from Seattle to St. Petersburg, a distance of nine thousand miles. And then it took forty-one hours to get from our warehouse in St. Petersburg to here, a distance of, what -- ALEKSEI Six kilometers. Four miles. CHUCK So how are we going to get this place shaped up? There's a muttered chorus of answers. CHUCK There's only one way. We have to work together. Every one of us depends on everyone else. If one package is late, we are all late. If one truck misses the deadline, we all miss the deadline. Let's start by taking a look around. Chuck leads his team through the sorting area. Yuri squeezes right next to him, ostentatiously carrying a clipboard. Chuck stops. CHUCK Here, this table is too far from the wall. Packages can slip down...like... (pulls out a package from behind a table) ...this. He hefts the package, as if trying to guess what's inside. CHUCK What could be in here? Let's say one of you sent it. Could be the closing papers on your dacha, could be a toy for your grandson's birthday, could be a kidney to keep your mother alive. I don't think you want your mother's kidney to end up behind a table. The Sorter shoves the table against the wall. Yuri says something to the Translator. TRANSLATOR He says they have been very busy. It is hard to get good employees. He is sure you understand. Wrong answer: Chuck glances sharply at Yuri. Aleksei appears with a cellular phone. ALEKSEI Phone call. Malaysia. Chuck takes the phone, opening his BAG as he does so. CHUCK Kamal? Right. I'm getting them. He pulls out a set of blueprints and tacks them to a bulletin board as he talks. CHUCK I'm looking at the blueprints of K.L. right now. The belts are too small for the sorters. Yeah, sometimes you never see what's right in front of your face. Look, it's -- Chuck keeps an eye on what is going on in the warehouse. Then he notices something over by one of the trucks. CHUCK (to a loader) Hold it! Hazardous material needs its own container! (back on the phone) -- three in the afternoon there, right? That gives you five hours until the sweep comes through. Do the sort by hand tonight, then put in a new feeder belt, say a twenty-four incher. Yes, overtime is authorized. He hangs up the phone. He turns to the crew. CHUCK I'm going out on every route, I'm going to work every job here, until I know enough to help you. That's it.





Semprini?


GO BUCS




This message was edited by Joe Soprano on 10-18-01 @ 11:42 PM
GrkqtOandAfan
Claim staked by FTL.		posted on 10-18-2001 @ 11:37 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Oct. 00
Im so there Davey Jones is the dreamiest...maybe he can play at the senior prom



I know it's wrong and it makes you nauseous.
But I'm not suspicious, I'm cautious.
And you know I want to love and trust you.
But it's really a lot to try and adjust to.


Wookie
posted on 10-19-2001 @ 12:10 AM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 01
quote:
I know there was something about a wookie refusing to buy shots until i made him feel bad, then he finally broke down and did it.


Haha! Yes, this is true. That was my very first board event! At the time I thought that was a pretty goddamn funny exchange. Apparently, I was mistaken.

quote:
I did hang out with psycho Mark for about an hour at the end of the night though..Then I was drunk as hell, my brother had to pretty much carry me to the car...lol


Hey, that was you?!
That means I've actually met you already- I remember that! Cool.
I love it when the fog clears.


WookiePoolParty: Now even more new and improved!!
_____Crack Committee: Go M's!_____

This is a great country we live in.
Son of NYPD, our real heroes.
av8er
OA.com's taint with wings.
The only person to have a 20 double post
posted on 10-19-2001 @ 12:22 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Oct. 00
I remember meeting alot of people...I just don't remember what they look like....lol



Av8er Radio
[ AIM  ] [ ICQ ] [ E-Mail ]
"Ahahahhahaha...How sweet...Fresh meat!" - Robert Englund
"Could you bend me over the console & say that?" - Jim Norton

TheGameHHH
posted on 10-19-2001 @ 12:26 AM      
Psychopath
Registered: Aug. 01
Hey everyone, I know I am both new to the board and under 21, but I really want to get involved in all this. Do you guys think there is anyway I could be involved in this at all? (I know I sound lame, but it's the truth).

Ants in My Pants
Billy

Well, since this thread is going to be deleted anyway... I'm a flaming homosexual and I love having big hard hot man meat rammed into my mouth and ass. Umm, this IS going to be deleted, right???
Prettiest Butterfly in the garden
All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis.		posted on 10-19-2001 @ 12:31 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Apr. 01
quote:
Do you guys think there is anyway I could be involved in this at all? (I know I sound lame, but it's the truth).
Sure, no problem. Just go to Alkey's house and tell him you're there for the "party". He'll know what you mean. ;-)



"Ants in my pants, it was bigger than an elephant... I swear it was this big!"
HummerLovin
I hope people forgot that I went home with Sandy Kane one night		posted on 10-19-2001 @ 3:14 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Oct. 00
quote:
At the time I thought that was a pretty goddamn funny exchange. Apparently, I was mistaken


You were not mistaken.. It was a pretty funny exchange.. At first we were laughing at you, then with you, then at you once again.. And now, we just all laugh at you..... apparently... :)

quote:
Do you guys think there is anyway I could be involved in this at all? (I know I sound lame, but it's the truth).


GameHHHHHHHHHH, as much as i hate to be 'uncool' and civil and stuff.. You will certainly be welcome at the next event.. Newbies are always welcomed and accepted at events.. I've just come back from a bit of a break so i'm not sure of your current 'acceptance' level here, but 'generally' even if you've pissed someone off you are still accepted in 'real life'... Unless of course you don't 'Love the Froy'....... apparently....
"Quotes brought to you by R. Nixon enterprises, copyright, 1972" """""




[Insert witty/profound sig line here]
(Forgot how to store sig pics.. Bored? Then remind me)

IrishAlkey
Chucky
Official OA.com Homo
Nothing makes me harder than the thought of my lips wrapped around a pulsating cock, awaiting that one second when it will explode with semen, flooding my throat and nostrils until I choke. Jokes on you... This won't be here much longer... BTW: me and Ants have had sex multiple times and I ALWAYS catch.
PORTUGAL CUNT ROCKETTE
Look who's laughing now, fuckers!!!

Is It In Yet? JYD-4-LIFE
 [Sarcasm]Subzero316 fan since day one!!1!![/Sarcasm]
"my mod powers are on temporary hiatus"
This status is sponsored by:
P®oJë©T M@¥hέm		posted on 10-19-2001 @ 3:22 AM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Aug. 01
I'll be waiting for ya HHH. You prefer red or white wine? LoL





Unfortunately, I already asked her but she said "I Love the Froy!"
Freedom is worth fighting for.
Austin U. Graduate...can't ya tell?
GrkQT = sig Queen!


Page 1 2
Displaying 26-41 of 41 messages in this thread.