Posted on 07/29/2007 6:22:05 PM PDT by Flavius
***What does Dell PC have have in common with church bells?***
If he ever answers, would you let me know? LOL!
Do they want 120dB 25 feet away?
OKAY! YOU DON’T have to shout. I’m not that deaf.
I have a Gateway but the Dells are OK too.
I guess that the brave media types don't wish to be the target of a fatwa.
***HE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE BELLS! THE BELLS ARE TOO LOUD!***
Can you hear the bells?
What?
Can you hear the bells?
WHAT?
I said, can you HEAR THE BELLS?
I can’t hear you, the bells are making too much noise.
(Sorry. Sunday evening you know)
Good, then chime them more often, and louder. There is ONLY one thing they understand, and that is unadulterated, no-holds-barred absolute brutal force of arms.
It may be that the originial post had a typo and had “Dells” instead of “Bells” and the mod changed it.
They sure did and it pi$$es me off every time I even think of it. When are Americans gonna take a stand? There should be bells and loud-speakers on every church and they should be used often. At least maybe ALL would be shut off instead of simply quieting tradition American behavior and culture.
I don't know why I posted that, but this story reminds me of it for some reason. LOL
No, but I did stay in a motel in Quebec a few years ago that I didn’t realize backed right up against the tracks. A few times enduring the night, a train went by and scared me half to death. But at least I got some great poutine in the restaurant.
ping
>>>or an idiot(s) with an agenda.
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Vinny Gambini: Does that freight train come through here at 5:00 A.M. every morning?
Hotel Clerk: No, sir, it’s very unusual.
Vinny Gambini: [the next day, after Vinny was awakened by the train] Yesterday you told me that freight train hardly ever comes through here at 5:00 A.M. in the morning.
Hotel Clerk: I know. She’s supposed to come through at ten after 4:00.
Did it wake you up and make your ears ring for a few hours?
I
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
It should take them at the most 15 mins to have a hint.
LMAO!!!!!!!!
You should have seen it! I was tearing my stereo apart trying to get it turned off!(It wasn’t even on of course) Remember, I’ve been asleep for 3 hours and am a bit groggy. I finally ripped the wires off my speakers and the truth revealed itself. What a memory! LOL (Kudos Brother if your lurking)
If one of my friends ever did that to me, I’d force my small frame to throw them in the nearest pool. Heaven help them if a garden hose is close by. Lol
Edgar Allan Poe:
Hear the sledges with the Dells
Silver Dells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the Dells, Dells, Dells, Dells,
Dells, Dells, Dells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the Dells.
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