Illuminati-R-Us

Hey, Canton made national TV!



KELO-TV sent Perry Groton to find a few folks to talk about it. And he must have been pretty hard up - the news ran more footage of him talking about it than anybody he could get on camera. Still, he managed to get one or two to say 'How rude!' Oh, well - they might get on national television when he moves on to the next Canton on his list.

I see.....


Many years ago I had business in Canton Ohio. And had the serious hots for a young travel agent there. Canton, MI sucks though.

ROFL

They've all got to be better than the Canton on the Firefly series.

I once took a wrong turn off the interstate in the North Carolina mountains. If you ever end up in Canton, NC, just keep driving.

Anyone here ever spent a few nights in Beatty, Nevada? A British couple we met put it succinctly: "Beatty is a weird place..."

pmcolt wrote:I once took a wrong turn off the interstate in the North Carolina mountains. If you ever end up in Canton, NC, just keep driving.

Let me guess, you walked into a bar, Dueling Banjo's playing on the juke box, a guy comes up and says, "Boy, you got a purty mouth." :o

And then Arneb refers to "Beatty."


Wooooooo...

Were you purposely linking Beatty the pretty mouth line?

I am afraid I didn't get what you just said. Me lingo-tard. And why did you put the inverted commas around Beatty in your post before the last? I didn't get that either.

It was just that the subject of "America's crappiest city" brought fond memories to me of this little cillage just over the border drom Death Valley National park. We figured it would be cheaper to spend nights between our Death Valley tours outside the valley in some motel, not inside where they have posh hotels etc.

The motel was nice enough, but I remember how they had gambling machines even in the local gas station (probably had them in the toilets, too!) and smelly, hard-drinking, hard-smoking people operating them; how after enduring California's and Hawaii's anal-retentive policies on smoking for three weeks we were choking on the "air" that filled the local casino where, no weren't trying to gamble, we were trying to get something to eat because we had read something about a restaurant there; how we didn't dare enter one of the other rathole establishments that the village offered because we weren't sure if we would get out alive; and how the hot-dog-in-an-aluminium-foil I pulled out of the grill at the gas station was actually the only ever piece of fast food I was unable to finish. Our dinner consisted of apples, chocolate, crisps and soda we had bought in a supermarket far, far, away.

Sorry if that wasn't funny. :(

SOrry.

When talk turned to rural North Carolina mountains, and you then mentioned Beatty, my immediate thought was Ned Beatty's character in the movie Deliverance. Then SUperluminal makes the same inference with the dueling banjos.

In the movie, the remote hill-people mention that he "has a purty mouth." And they aim to have sex with him. Zaniness ensues.



Then I mis-used quote marks to set off Beatty in my sentence, pointing it out.

Apparently you didn't have all that in mind, Arneb. Your post was fine, i just had other things on my mind than you did.

Reminds me of a joke. :wink:

Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont as
far from humanity as possible.


Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost
total isolation, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door.
He opens it and there is a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.


"Names Enoch... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge... Having
a party Saturday... thought you'd like to come."


"Great," says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thank you."


As Enoch is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some
drinkin'."


"Not a problem... after 25 years in the computer business, I can drink
with the best of 'em."


Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some
fightin' too."


Damn, Sam thinks... tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll
be there. Thanks again."


Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these
parties, too."


"Now that's not a problem" says Sam, "Remember I've been alone for six
months! I'll definitely be there ... by the way, what should I wear?


Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna
be the two of us."

Usual apologies to Vermonters, computer guys, gays, backwoods folks and anyone without a sense of humour.

ROFL!