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Anonymous Coward User ID: 72549983 United States 11/23/2022 11:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Serious health concerns for the C2C Host! Quoting: 4th Mesa Jorch's personal physician Dr Dick Long says he could have a stroke at any time. Misunderstanding the message, Jorch's response has been positive. He's upped his "trout strangling" count by a factor of 10 and is now having a stroke 20 times a day. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 72549983 United States 11/23/2022 11:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Serious health concerns for the C2C Host! Quoting: 4th Mesa Jorch's personal physician Dr Dick Long says he could have a stroke at any time. Misunderstanding the message, Jorch's response has been positive. He's upped his "trout strangling" count by a factor of 10 and is now having a stroke 20 times a day. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 72549983 United States 11/23/2022 06:09 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nuury just butchered some German town name. I thought at first he was trying to say Gothenburg in Sweden. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75580153 Probably Göettigen (sp?) So Nuury has been in media for 40 years and never seen a Umlaut? |
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User ID: 84416085 Australia 11/23/2022 09:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nuury just butchered some German town name. I thought at first he was trying to say Gothenburg in Sweden. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75580153 Probably Göettigen (sp?) So Nuury has been in media for 40 years and never seen a Umlaut? Of course he has! That's just plain insulting. Jorch has an umlaut for breakfast most mornings.... 4th Mesa ~ "Jorch Noory is my spiritual guide" |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 72549983 United States 11/24/2022 02:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nuury just butchered some German town name. I thought at first he was trying to say Gothenburg in Sweden. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75580153 Probably Göettigen (sp?) So Nuury has been in media for 40 years and never seen a Umlaut? Of course he has! That's just plain insulting. Jorch has an umlaut for breakfast most mornings.... |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 43927516 Canada 11/24/2022 02:15 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It’s Spanksgiving at the Noory Ranch, as a pot bellied George, festooned in cowboy boots, assless chaps and nipple clamps rides range over a lil heffer named Tahmee. Dinner is at 2pm, and consists of a seven course meal of glazed hog (Tahmee), Beet juice, and really strong mints. The mints are a nod to Christmas as George wolfs a handful then toungues Tahmee who squeals reminicent of a vinyl Christmas carol played on a skilsaw. The other four courses are served up by John Law, who bust into Casa de Noory after neighbors report their wild shenanigans after they spilled out onto the front lawn. Night sticks followed by tasers, and handcuffs, topped off with beans on toast in the local lock up. Same time next year! |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 73700668 United States 11/24/2022 05:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It’s Spanksgiving at the Noory Ranch, as a pot bellied George, festooned in cowboy boots, assless chaps and nipple clamps rides range over a lil heffer named Tahmee. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 43927516 Dinner is at 2pm, and consists of a seven course meal of glazed hog (Tahmee), Beet juice, and really strong mints. The mints are a nod to Christmas as George wolfs a handful then toungues Tahmee who squeals reminicent of a vinyl Christmas carol played on a skilsaw. The other four courses are served up by John Law, who bust into Casa de Noory after neighbors report their wild shenanigans after they spilled out onto the front lawn. Night sticks followed by tasers, and handcuffs, topped off with beans on toast in the local lock up. Same time next year! |
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User ID: 84416085 Australia 11/25/2022 04:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Jorch was the model for the Santilli "alien autopsy" video. One of the "organs" removed in the film is actually a goiter Jorch inadvertently sucked off Big Tahhmmeeee's neck during a particularly robust tryst in 1964. Last Edited by 4th Mesa on 11/25/2022 04:07 AM 4th Mesa ~ "Jorch Noory is my spiritual guide" |
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User ID: 84416085 Australia 11/25/2022 04:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It’s Spanksgiving at the Noory Ranch, as a pot bellied George, festooned in cowboy boots, assless chaps and nipple clamps rides range over a lil heffer named Tahmee. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 43927516 Dinner is at 2pm, and consists of a seven course meal of glazed hog (Tahmee), Beet juice, and really strong mints. The mints are a nod to Christmas as George wolfs a handful then toungues Tahmee who squeals reminicent of a vinyl Christmas carol played on a skilsaw. The other four courses are served up by John Law, who bust into Casa de Noory after neighbors report their wild shenanigans after they spilled out onto the front lawn. Night sticks followed by tasers, and handcuffs, topped off with beans on toast in the local lock up. Same time next year! This is GOLD! (and, as Jorch himself observed, strangely erotic) 4th Mesa ~ "Jorch Noory is my spiritual guide" |
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User ID: 79040234 United States 11/25/2022 09:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It’s Spanksgiving at the Noory Ranch, as a pot bellied George, festooned in cowboy boots, assless chaps and nipple clamps rides range over a lil heffer named Tahmee. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 43927516 Dinner is at 2pm, and consists of a seven course meal of glazed hog (Tahmee), Beet juice, and really strong mints. The mints are a nod to Christmas as George wolfs a handful then toungues Tahmee who squeals reminicent of a vinyl Christmas carol played on a skilsaw. The other four courses are served up by John Law, who bust into Casa de Noory after neighbors report their wild shenanigans after they spilled out onto the front lawn. Night sticks followed by tasers, and handcuffs, topped off with beans on toast in the local lock up. Same time next year! This is GOLD! (and, as Jorch himself observed, strangely erotic) Concur. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 73700668 United States 11/25/2022 10:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It’s a typical day at the old, western saloon in Tombstone, Arizona. It’s early afternoon with the sun blazing outside, while inside a few regulars sit at the bar, with a few more sitting at two-tops. Suddenly the swinging doors at the entrance are kicked open. Standing as a silhouette backlit against the bright, desert sun stands Art Bell. Clad in a long sleeve shirt, leather vest, cow hide chaps, boots with spurs, and a dirty black cowboy hat, with two 6-shooters holstered at each hip, Art pauses at the entrance for effect, then slowly saunters bow-legged toward the bar, his spurs clanking with each deliberate step. Every step is a measured, deliberate, purposeful demonstration to instill fear and intimidation to all those present. Days worth of dirt and grit cover not only Art’s clothes, but are caked to his sun-burnt, weathered face. Everyone is watching him. As Art approaches the bar, the bartender’s heart rate increases in conjunction with his uncertainty about what this fearsome stranger has planned. Patrons at the bar move over a few seats to make way for this stranger in town. Art’s sidles up to the bar, hoisting one leg up & over a barstool, taking his seat at the middle of the bar. A couple people are so intimidated, they leave the saloon. Art’s iron jaw is in a perpetual clench. His eyes are permanently beady with determination and will. His stare is penetrating. It’s dead silent in the saloon. The piano player has stopped playing for fear Art won’t like the song. You could hear a pin drop. The barkeep nervously approached Art and sheepishly asks, “What’ll it be pard’ner?” Art slooowly looks right, then left, then back down at the bar counter in front of him. “Like something to drink?” the bartender asks again, even more sheepishly, with a slight crack in his voice that he tries to cover for by clearing his throat nervously. Ever so slowly, Art raises his head so he’s looking right into the bartender’s eyes. He pauses for a 5-count. Beads of sweat accumulate on the barkeep’s forehead. Everyone’s holding their breath. Art’s sun-burnt, chapped lips part for what seems to take hours. Then…he speaks… “Gimme a Shirley Temple. On the rocks. No chaser. And keep ‘em comin’.” |