You died?! Damn you, Frnak!
Oh, wait. Does this mean you get to come back as one of the Undead, and therefore unkillable, implacable, and really scary?
That would be cool! But I hear monkeys like to eat carrion, so a little paranoia might be in order …
I truly hope this is a jest and that you’ll be continuing to blog.
Can’t let the monkeys run around wearing ninja garb! What would the senseis and shifus say if the ronin permitted that to happen.
Frank and all ya’all, This will bring you back to life.
Take a read of my latest and greatest rant!
If that don’t wake you from the dead, then look at the slide show from 9/11 courtesy of LGF, which I posted on my blog as well.
Now excuse me while I go kill some terrorists.
.\ ! /.
POW!
./ ! .
Darn, I died from a heart attack upon hearing the news. I don’t even think I’ll get to go to the land of spirits and shadows. I’ll probably end up in Salt Lake city with that piece of luggage they lost last week.
Not that anyone cares after that announcment, but my house managed to get through with little damage. Other neighborhoods in the area weren’t as lucky. Hell, the street signs are all only a foot above the ground. Damn Lucky. And I, for one, am glad that at least I’ll always have the IMAO archives for departed Fnark’s wisdom.
…If Frank died does that that means the liberals have gained a point? You damn dirty apes! I am not much into speaking with the dead but I believe we need to call some liberal fruitcake for a ‘channeling’…hello! Frank…walk away from the light!!!
spark21
NonyMouse–GLAD to hear it! How goes the renovation?
Joshua, I was wondering how you’re faring the fight. You sound in fine form tonight!
Frank CANNOT die……
Still waiting for a ‘backside’ photo! (baited breath, perhaps THAT’s the announcement?!?!?!?!…..o.k. too much sunshine today not to mention fruit of the grape…..my mind.is.wannnnnnderrrring)
Ya know, Frank mentioned not too long ago that he had only three weeks to live. [scratches chin pensively] I wonder if Frank can predict hurricanes?
The only hurricanes in AZ are mixed from my stash of Pat O’Brien’s mixer.
Seriously, best wishes to Frank and all in Florida regarding putting your lives back together.
Oh, yeah. And I dibbed the weapons way back on learning of Frank’s forthcoming demise.
Dearly Beloved,
We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a great man, and his wonderful and unique blogsite IMAO. snif, whimpers All of us here today have been in one way or another inspired…
Inspired to create our own blogsite, to purchase Nuke the Moon and Know Thy Enemy t-shirts. To fund a truely worthy project SMITE! Frank and IMAO may be gone… may have. sh-shu-ffled off sob their m-mortal coil….
But we will carry on and….
WHAAGHHhhhhh!! (runs away crying like a baby)
BTW, if this is a joke FrankJ, I swear I will start a rumour about you that you had an affair with Jane Goodall just so you could hang out with her chimps! Or something equally scandalous!
And I am really worried now, because if the land of wind and shadows includes stinkiness… Then it might mean you were naughty and went to the bad place and now your spirit is trapped in Michael Moore’s butt!
NOOOOO!
Land of wind and shadow? But the Dimmocrap convention was over last week, wasn’t it? Besides, i think if Frank was departing this mortal coil, there’d be lil dudes dressed in red poking him in the keister with pitchforks
while your floating down the river styx, make sure to listen very closely to MR. ROBOTO, the lyrics provide a clue on how to escape, and i believe it involves a young man named roy….
Wait a minute…!
Is Frank All Dead? Or Only Mostly Dead? “Helloooo… Hello in there…. What ‘cha got, that’s so important… that’s worth coming back for…..?”
(Cups hand to ear and leans forward to listen..)
IMAO may be “no mas”, but the guns* are mine!
*along with the house and car, and all of Franks possesions in them.
Posted by LC Trucido at August 14, 2004 04:32 PM
LokiDoki, you can have whichever ones I don’t want.
Pardon me folks.. But I was just wondering if you could give an Aussie gal a definition..
Blogging = what, exactly?
When I stumbled across this word on a website the other week, my initial thought was diarrhea (don’t ask why.. couldn’t tell you..) But after reading this “post”. I figure that Blogging is merely a chat room, with a ring leader, who throws around ideas, makes people laugh, then gets praised as if he/she were some sort of ancient God..
I just thought of more questions..
1. Do you all know each other in “real life”?
2. Is a “postee” considered better if he/she signs themselves under a strange nickname?
3. Do you think i’m taking years off my life by drinking a can of diet coke everyday? (just threw that one in for kicks)
Forgive my naivety.. I’m just learning the ropes. If there are any, that is.
P.s, Frank is very funny..
Blog is short for:
Web Log – an online diary you can make public if you want to.
weBLOG – see!
However, blogs can in the end be what you want them to be and IMAO is the thing of satire. And most people here don’t know eachother here in real life.
There are many blogs that don’t have comments sections. You can make your own blog at places like Typepad or Blogspot.
And you should not drink any kinda coke for the sake of your teeth.
Lulu, another good thing about blogs is the blogroll. There the author of the blog posts links to his favorite blogs. That way, if you like the theme and flavor of this blog, you can find others like it.
I guess I’ll start writing my own “In My World” then.
Also, Frank’s a wimp: I was pretty nearly directly in the path of that thing and I’m fine. Melbourne was barely grazed by it.
A eulogy for Frank:
Some say Frank was a funny man. Some say he was a wise man. Some say he was an “unfunny treasonous ronin.” But I think we can all agree on one thing: His t-shirt babe is totally smoking hot! Like, for serious!
We have seen men in all ages, who have brought funny to the world. But who was there to bring funny to the blogosphere? One man said “I will bring funny to the blogosphere,” and one man alone: Jeff Goldstein of Protein Wisdom. But, alas, the blogosphere may have had it’s funny, but it was still lacking. Where were the voices calling for the eradication of monkeys? Where were the voices calling for a government grant for crude drawings of space lasers? Where were the voices calling for us to do terrible things to Canada and Europe? Who was there to tell us who Aquaman could and couldn’t take in a fight? Who was there to steal obscure jokes from Simpsons and Futurama, and pass them off as his own? Who was there to post things on the internet without bothering to proofread them? Who was there to strike bad-ass Matrix poses with his shirt neatly tucked into his pants? If Frank were with us today, he could stand proud, and stand tall, and exclaim, “I was there! I called for all those stupid things you just mentioned!”
Frank J was born in Gotham City. He was the illegitimate love child of Harley Quinn and the Joker (Mr. J), his estranged parents. Though Mr. J had sought to raise Frank in his footsteps, as the arch-nemisis of caped crusader, Batman, Frank had chosen a different path. Frank found Aquaman to be a nemisis far more suiting to his personal style. The Joker disowned Frank, and neither has spoken in over a decade. Though they haven’t seen each other since, Frank and his father continued to be in constant competition with each other. Frank took up humor blogging, with the hopes of out-shining his father’s now defunct jokerpundit.blogspot.com. It is worth noting that neither IMAO or Joker Pundit have ever linked to each other since the founding of either. Any chance at reconciliation between Frank and his father was put to rest when the Joker was thrown off a tower by Michael Keaton, and killed.
Frank’s mirthful spirit was matched only by his bountiful generousity. He, like, totally put me in his will, and stuff, but his will was lost in the hurricane, but it’s still totally legally binding. He also gave five bucks to some homeless guy one time.
But ultimately, Frank was taken from us before his time. A particularly strong gust of wind sent his body hurling like a projectile, clear through the eastern wall of his $8.5 million lake-front massion, to be thrust face first into the tailgate of an SUV, which dragged him for seven miles along the freeway, only to be thrown free onto a pile of rusted scrap metal, where he lay bleeding, while angry winds thrust the corpses of other hurricane Charley victims at his near lifeless body, until he finally succumbed to the peaceful rest of death.
Frank left behind only t-shirt babe SarahK (who, now that Frank is dead, can totally have my phone number if she wants it), and a massive trail of destruction. May he be at peace, and may God rest his soul.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Who was there to post things on the internet without bothering to proofread them?
That made me spray Bob’s Red Mill Ten Grain through my nostrils.
…I know I am lazy, I just got out of bed. (it’s noon here)
Good eulogy though…
Oh and thx all for coming by and reading my rant…..ya’ll a buncha non-commentors though. Still traffic is good and thx…
I can’t by my gun till I get out of the debt. I just can’t justify racking up more. I may be the first person to have a CCW permit without the “W”.
“Is Frank All Dead? Or Only Mostly Dead?
“Helloooo… Hello in there…. What ‘cha got, that’s so important… that’s worth coming back for…..?”
(Cups hand to ear and leans forward to listen..)”
Yet another great Princess Bride moment on IMAO!!! I love this place!
First?
damn, it figures, my first “first”, and IMAO is, as Roberto Duran so eloquently put it, “No Mas”.
Dammit Frank if THAT’s the “big announcement” you are still getting lynched.
::shakes fist::
announce first, then depart!
Don’t go into the light!
yea it’s the headlamp of an oncoming train
You died?! Damn you, Frnak!
Oh, wait. Does this mean you get to come back as one of the Undead, and therefore unkillable, implacable, and really scary?
That would be cool! But I hear monkeys like to eat carrion, so a little paranoia might be in order …
No More IMAO? And I just recently found this site! Darn. 🙂
I truly hope this is a jest and that you’ll be continuing to blog.
Can’t let the monkeys run around wearing ninja garb! What would the senseis and shifus say if the ronin permitted that to happen.
Sweet. While everyone else is mourning Frank’s death, I can steal IMAO and rule the blogosphere!
Well, heck. That answers one of the questions I sent you…
Nuts. And I just swept the Circle of Death.
Land of wind and shadows? We go Detroit when we die? How depressing…
IMAO may be “no mas”, but the guns* are mine!
*along with the house and car, and all of Franks possesions in them.
Frank and all ya’all,
This will bring you back to life.
Take a read of my latest and greatest rant!
If that don’t wake you from the dead, then look at the slide show from 9/11 courtesy of LGF, which I posted on my blog as well.
Now excuse me while I go kill some terrorists.
.\ ! /.
POW!
./ ! .
Darn, I died from a heart attack upon hearing the news. I don’t even think I’ll get to go to the land of spirits and shadows. I’ll probably end up in Salt Lake city with that piece of luggage they lost last week.
Bad Frank. No Guinness.
See, if you had been a better person you could have gone to Iowa when you died.
Ha ha, very funny. But you can’t cheat on me. I’ve been on the land of winds and shadows and there are really good broadband providers at there.
Dibs on his harum.
harum?
Frank, a harum?
Well wonders never cease.
Can’t sarahk sail to Mandos and sing you an exemption?
Dammit, Frank, I’m going to have to come there and kill you just for saying that and THEN what will happen? I’m from Florida, so I CAN find you.
Can I have your stuff?
Not that anyone cares after that announcment, but my house managed to get through with little damage. Other neighborhoods in the area weren’t as lucky. Hell, the street signs are all only a foot above the ground. Damn Lucky. And I, for one, am glad that at least I’ll always have the IMAO archives for departed Fnark’s wisdom.
…If Frank died does that that means the liberals have gained a point? You damn dirty apes! I am not much into speaking with the dead but I believe we need to call some liberal fruitcake for a ‘channeling’…hello! Frank…walk away from the light!!!
spark21
Where is frank? He must have been alive to post this. I dont know of anyone that can post from the afterlife…
Nony Mouse,
I care and I am glad you made it through in one piece
NonyMouse–GLAD to hear it! How goes the renovation?
Joshua, I was wondering how you’re faring the fight. You sound in fine form tonight!
Frank CANNOT die……
Still waiting for a ‘backside’ photo! (baited breath, perhaps THAT’s the announcement?!?!?!?!…..o.k. too much sunshine today not to mention fruit of the grape…..my mind.is.wannnnnnderrrring)
lol@MarginMI
Ya know, Frank mentioned not too long ago that he had only three weeks to live. [scratches chin pensively] I wonder if Frank can predict hurricanes?
The only hurricanes in AZ are mixed from my stash of Pat O’Brien’s mixer.
Seriously, best wishes to Frank and all in Florida regarding putting your lives back together.
Oh, yeah. And I dibbed the weapons way back on learning of Frank’s forthcoming demise.
HA! If Frnak is dead that means we can all go back to coveting his T-Shirt Babe again.
Yay!
Frank is indeed dead. We killed him. The Barking Moonbat Early Warning System took him out .. just because.
Hee-hee .. we’re evil, I tells ya!
Dearly Beloved,
We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a great man, and his wonderful and unique blogsite IMAO. snif, whimpers All of us here today have been in one way or another inspired…
Inspired to create our own blogsite, to purchase Nuke the Moon and Know Thy Enemy t-shirts. To fund a truely worthy project SMITE! Frank and IMAO may be gone… may have. sh-shu-ffled off sob their m-mortal coil….
But we will carry on and….
WHAAGHHhhhhh!! (runs away crying like a baby)
BTW, if this is a joke FrankJ, I swear I will start a rumour about you that you had an affair with Jane Goodall just so you could hang out with her chimps! Or something equally scandalous!
And I am really worried now, because if the land of wind and shadows includes stinkiness… Then it might mean you were naughty and went to the bad place and now your spirit is trapped in Michael Moore’s butt!
NOOOOO!
Land of wind and shadow? But the Dimmocrap convention was over last week, wasn’t it? Besides, i think if Frank was departing this mortal coil, there’d be lil dudes dressed in red poking him in the keister with pitchforks
Yo, Exile. I’ve had dibs on his stuff for a number of days now. Hands off 🙂
Hey Frank, Tell Ronnie R. I said hello!
-Brian
Can you take Katie Couric with you?
does this mean that SarahK is now free to date other people?
(playing taps)
I guess that’s better than the land of wind and ghosts. From what I’ve heard that Mr. Sparkle is one tough mascot for Japanese industrial concerns.
LibertyBob…
is this heaven?
no. it’s iowa.
[lays wreath]
[bows head]
[weeps]
[departs]
[plots ways to steal Frank J’s site traffic]
You wont make it there. You’ll just stop by Fiddler’s Green
while your floating down the river styx, make sure to listen very closely to MR. ROBOTO, the lyrics provide a clue on how to escape, and i believe it involves a young man named roy….
The Frank is dead. All hail the Frank!!
BTW, has anyone claimed Frank’s CD and DVD collection yet? ‘Cause if not I claim first dibs!
Your spirit is going to Chicago?
Wait a minute…!
Is Frank All Dead? Or Only Mostly Dead?
“Helloooo… Hello in there…. What ‘cha got, that’s so important… that’s worth coming back for…..?”
(Cups hand to ear and leans forward to listen..)
LokiDoki, you can have whichever ones I don’t want.
That doesn’t make sense, Frank J was killed but the internet etc was left working?
Something isn’t right…
Pardon me folks.. But I was just wondering if you could give an Aussie gal a definition..
Blogging = what, exactly?
When I stumbled across this word on a website the other week, my initial thought was diarrhea (don’t ask why.. couldn’t tell you..) But after reading this “post”. I figure that Blogging is merely a chat room, with a ring leader, who throws around ideas, makes people laugh, then gets praised as if he/she were some sort of ancient God..
I just thought of more questions..
1. Do you all know each other in “real life”?
2. Is a “postee” considered better if he/she signs themselves under a strange nickname?
3. Do you think i’m taking years off my life by drinking a can of diet coke everyday? (just threw that one in for kicks)
Forgive my naivety.. I’m just learning the ropes. If there are any, that is.
P.s, Frank is very funny..
Blog is short for:
Web Log – an online diary you can make public if you want to.
weBLOG – see!
However, blogs can in the end be what you want them to be and IMAO is the thing of satire. And most people here don’t know eachother here in real life.
There are many blogs that don’t have comments sections. You can make your own blog at places like Typepad or Blogspot.
And you should not drink any kinda coke for the sake of your teeth.
Lulu, another good thing about blogs is the blogroll. There the author of the blog posts links to his favorite blogs. That way, if you like the theme and flavor of this blog, you can find others like it.
I don’t think there’s anything out there like IMAO.
It’s a shame Frank met a windy doom.
Frank’s dead? F***! I guess I have to change all my IMAO links to Scrappleface ones now…
I guess I’ll start writing my own “In My World” then.
Also, Frank’s a wimp: I was pretty nearly directly in the path of that thing and I’m fine. Melbourne was barely grazed by it.
A eulogy for Frank:
Some say Frank was a funny man. Some say he was a wise man. Some say he was an “unfunny treasonous ronin.” But I think we can all agree on one thing: His t-shirt babe is totally smoking hot! Like, for serious!
We have seen men in all ages, who have brought funny to the world. But who was there to bring funny to the blogosphere? One man said “I will bring funny to the blogosphere,” and one man alone: Jeff Goldstein of Protein Wisdom. But, alas, the blogosphere may have had it’s funny, but it was still lacking. Where were the voices calling for the eradication of monkeys? Where were the voices calling for a government grant for crude drawings of space lasers? Where were the voices calling for us to do terrible things to Canada and Europe? Who was there to tell us who Aquaman could and couldn’t take in a fight? Who was there to steal obscure jokes from Simpsons and Futurama, and pass them off as his own? Who was there to post things on the internet without bothering to proofread them? Who was there to strike bad-ass Matrix poses with his shirt neatly tucked into his pants? If Frank were with us today, he could stand proud, and stand tall, and exclaim, “I was there! I called for all those stupid things you just mentioned!”
Frank J was born in Gotham City. He was the illegitimate love child of Harley Quinn and the Joker (Mr. J), his estranged parents. Though Mr. J had sought to raise Frank in his footsteps, as the arch-nemisis of caped crusader, Batman, Frank had chosen a different path. Frank found Aquaman to be a nemisis far more suiting to his personal style. The Joker disowned Frank, and neither has spoken in over a decade. Though they haven’t seen each other since, Frank and his father continued to be in constant competition with each other. Frank took up humor blogging, with the hopes of out-shining his father’s now defunct jokerpundit.blogspot.com. It is worth noting that neither IMAO or Joker Pundit have ever linked to each other since the founding of either. Any chance at reconciliation between Frank and his father was put to rest when the Joker was thrown off a tower by Michael Keaton, and killed.
Frank’s mirthful spirit was matched only by his bountiful generousity. He, like, totally put me in his will, and stuff, but his will was lost in the hurricane, but it’s still totally legally binding. He also gave five bucks to some homeless guy one time.
But ultimately, Frank was taken from us before his time. A particularly strong gust of wind sent his body hurling like a projectile, clear through the eastern wall of his $8.5 million lake-front massion, to be thrust face first into the tailgate of an SUV, which dragged him for seven miles along the freeway, only to be thrown free onto a pile of rusted scrap metal, where he lay bleeding, while angry winds thrust the corpses of other hurricane Charley victims at his near lifeless body, until he finally succumbed to the peaceful rest of death.
Frank left behind only t-shirt babe SarahK (who, now that Frank is dead, can totally have my phone number if she wants it), and a massive trail of destruction. May he be at peace, and may God rest his soul.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
“$8.5 million lake-front massion”
D’oh! Should be “mansion”. Sorry I messed up your eulogy Frank. Too bad you’re too dead to punish me.
Who was there to post things on the internet without bothering to proofread them?
That made me spray Bob’s Red Mill Ten Grain through my nostrils.
…I know I am lazy, I just got out of bed. (it’s noon here)
Good eulogy though…
Oh and thx all for coming by and reading my rant…..ya’ll a buncha non-commentors though. Still traffic is good and thx…
I can’t by my gun till I get out of the debt. I just can’t justify racking up more. I may be the first person to have a CCW permit without the “W”.
“buy ” typo
Thank you, Joshua. And I hope you’re having a good… mourning! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!! Oh, wait, Frank’s alive again. That’s right.
“Is Frank All Dead? Or Only Mostly Dead?
“Helloooo… Hello in there…. What ‘cha got, that’s so important… that’s worth coming back for…..?”
(Cups hand to ear and leans forward to listen..)”
Yet another great Princess Bride moment on IMAO!!! I love this place!
Wuv! Twue wuv!!
found in Jane Goodall’s diary
those Samoans certainly are a surly lot.
those Samoans certainly are a surly lot.
I read “those Samoans certainly are surely hot”
monkey love..