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17-07-2008, 01:54 AM	#1
Space Cadet You have been warned. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 6,738 My Mood: Location: Nova Scotia Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 3 Times in 3 Posts	Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog http://www.drhorrible.com/ Anyone else following it? Good stuff! __________________ Spoiler http://img-fan.theonering.net/middle...trolls_als.jpg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9WmxwgW2J0 "Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone.' Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over!' 'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, 'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now. Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now.' But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him. Warn him! Darn him! A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountain's root, For the seat of a troll don't feel it. Peel it! Heal it! Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. Tom's leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll don't care, and he's still there With the bone he boned from its owner. Doner! Boner! Troll's old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from its owner!" Albums of the Year 2011 - Vote Here!

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17-07-2008, 02:02 AM	#2
Pseudonym Why She Loves Me? Join Date: Apr 2007 Posts: 23,599 Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 3 Times in 2 Posts	that is great

17-07-2008, 02:23 AM	#3
Space Cadet You have been warned. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 6,738 My Mood: Location: Nova Scotia Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 3 Times in 3 Posts	Joss Wheadon is the man. Although apparently their servers got totally hammered and crashed. Go figure. Can't wait for part 2. __________________ Spoiler http://img-fan.theonering.net/middle...trolls_als.jpg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9WmxwgW2J0 "Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone.' Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over!' 'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, 'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now. Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now.' But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him. Warn him! Darn him! A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountain's root, For the seat of a troll don't feel it. Peel it! Heal it! Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. Tom's leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll don't care, and he's still there With the bone he boned from its owner. Doner! Boner! Troll's old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from its owner!" Albums of the Year 2011 - Vote Here!

17-07-2008, 02:24 AM	#4
heyyyohhh Coldplayer Join Date: May 2008 Posts: 334 Location: Jersey, armpit of America Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	lol @ captain hammer so this is just on the 'net? __________________ 'Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost.' 'You give me miles and miles of mountains and I ask for the sea.' October 27, 2008 - East Rutherford, NJ

17-07-2008, 02:29 AM	#5
Space Cadet You have been warned. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 6,738 My Mood: Location: Nova Scotia Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 3 Times in 3 Posts	^Only on the net, and only for this week. Although you can buy the episodes on itunes if you want a permanent copy. I guess you could say it's Joss' "In Rainbows" __________________ Spoiler http://img-fan.theonering.net/middle...trolls_als.jpg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9WmxwgW2J0 "Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone.' Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over!' 'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, 'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now. Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now.' But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him. Warn him! Darn him! A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountain's root, For the seat of a troll don't feel it. Peel it! Heal it! Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. Tom's leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll don't care, and he's still there With the bone he boned from its owner. Doner! Boner! Troll's old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from its owner!" Albums of the Year 2011 - Vote Here!

17-07-2008, 02:33 AM	#6
heyyyohhh Coldplayer Join Date: May 2008 Posts: 334 Location: Jersey, armpit of America Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	hehe it's hilarious. neil patrick harris is awesome __________________ 'Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost.' 'You give me miles and miles of mountains and I ask for the sea.' October 27, 2008 - East Rutherford, NJ

21-07-2008, 01:25 AM	#7
Space Cadet You have been warned. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 6,738 My Mood: Location: Nova Scotia Gender: Country: Chat posts: 0 Thanks given: 0 Thanked 3 Times in 3 Posts	All three parts are up now... __________________ Spoiler http://img-fan.theonering.net/middle...trolls_als.jpg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9WmxwgW2J0 "Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone.' Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over!' 'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, 'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now. Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now.' But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him. Warn him! Darn him! A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountain's root, For the seat of a troll don't feel it. Peel it! Heal it! Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. Tom's leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll don't care, and he's still there With the bone he boned from its owner. Doner! Boner! Troll's old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from its owner!" Albums of the Year 2011 - Vote Here!

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