King Of Hell

HOW DID I FORGET AUDIE MURPHY?????? serious hero status. The movie "To Hell and Back" is a movie based on his life and He plays himself. FUCKING RAD. I love that movie.

prepare to embrace the color orange.

quicksand.

Honestly, I can't stand what men seem to be today. Wearing girl jeans, waif thin, no real back bone. None of you motherfuckers can wrassle a bear. None of you can build your house with simple tools. If you were stranded on a deserted island you'd all be FUCKED. It;s time for us to go back to the days where you sailed on a boat for a year at a time, when you carried a knife for survival, not to impress some chick at a punk show, when you might die for what you thought was right and when men laughed fire in the face of Hell did what needed to be done anyway. This threas goes ot to the grizzled, tough motherfuckers, both real and fictional. Be a man. Own your beard, sharpen that axe, put that knife between your teeth and pissin the devils face!. Capt. Ahab. WHITE WHALE...HOLY GRAIL!!!!!!! The real Doc Holiday. Jim Bowie. James Coburn. Bad ass motherfucker. The real Wyatt Earp. Grizzled as the come. The Godfather of Grizzle! This man is a Grixxled as Grizzled gets. In 1967 when he was 50 years old he decided to spend a year alone in the alaskan wilderness. He took woodworking toll with him, some simple supplies and thats it. he even took the wooden handles off the tools to make packing easier and remade new wooden handle when he got there. After a year alone, he decided to spend the rest of his life there. GRIZZLED! His cabin with meat cache in the back ground. His cabin. Charles. If you don't know.... Mountain man. Lee Marvin. Add pictures of the grizzled. The tough as nails. The complete bad asses. Any Bullshit will get deleted.

im not saying dude definitelly said it before anyone else in the world, but its use on 12 is definitely pinpointed to a few people using it who were in on the joke. they havent been saying it on here since 02. nah mean?

12 pages and nobody moved this to crossfire, where the rest of the political rants are?....

i like pretty much everything they have ever recorded. love the last album. perfect growth for a great band. although as much as i like minor threat and fugazi..EMBRACE was Ians best stuff.

i prefer "DASH FC" more.

As long as they aren't wigger girls, im good. those fucking dumbass girls are so fucking loaud in movie thaters. i hate it.

"Curly Bill: [takes a bill with Wyatt's signature from a customer and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you. Ike Clanton: Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy? Wyatt Earp: I'm retired. Curly Bill: Good. That's real good. Ike Clanton: Yeah, that's good, Mr. Law Dog, 'cause law don't go around here. Wyatt Earp: I heard you the first time. [flips a card] Wyatt Earp: Winner to the King, five hundred dollars. Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike. Johnny Ringo: [Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday. Doc Holliday: That's the rumor. Johnny Ringo: You retired too? Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime. Johnny Ringo: Yeah, you look it. Doc Holliday: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him? Kate: You don't even know him. Doc Holliday: Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him. Wyatt Earp: [to Ringo] He's drunk. Doc Holliday: In vino veritas. Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis. Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus apella. Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun] Ecentus stultorum magister. Doc Holliday: [gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat. Tombstone Marshal Fred White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language. Doc Holliday: Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him. " translation of the latin exchange... Doc Holliday: In Vino Veritas. [in wine is truth. - Meaning - "When I'm drinking, I speak my mind."] Johnny Ringo: Age Quod Agis. [Do what you do. - Meaning - "Do what you do best."] Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus Apella, Non Ego. The Jew Apella may believe it, not I. [Meaning, "Oh I don't believe drinking is what I do best."] Johnny Ringo: Eventus Stultorum Magister. [Events are the teachers of fools. - Meaning - "Fools have to learn by experience."] Doc Holliday: In Pace Requiescat. [Rest In Peace - Meaning - "It's Your Funeral!"] "Doc Holliday: Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd" "Ike Clanton: What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!" "Johnny Ringo: Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood? Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry." "Wyatt Earp: How are you? Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you? " "Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double. [billy Clanton draws a knife] Doc Holliday: [takes out a second gun] I have two guns, one for each of ya" "Wyatt Earp: From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!" "Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your soul. And I want them both right now!" "Doc Holliday: Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself." "Doc Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist" "Wyatt Earp: You gonna do somethin'? Or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?" "Johnny Ringo: [Ringo has taken Holliday up on his offer to 'finish the game'] All right, 'lunger'. Let's do it. Doc Holliday: Say when." BANG!!!! "Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo, after shooting him in a duel] You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high strung" "Doc Holliday: [after killing Johnny Ringo] It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear. " "Morgan Earp: Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing." "Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Nobody move! Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move." "Doc Holliday: Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise." Frank McLaury: [a mortally wounded McLaury is taking aim at Doc] I've got you... you bastard! Doc Holliday: [holds up arms] You're a daisy if you do!

"Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never steal enough, or kill enough, or cause enough pain to fill it up. And so he walks the earth, forever seeking retribution... Wyatt Earp: For what? Doc Holliday: Being born." "Doc Holliday: It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds." "Johnny Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday. Doc Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play For Blood" -- remember? Johnny Ringo: Oh that. That was just foolin' about. Doc Holliday: I wasn't." "Johnny Ringo: It's quoted in the bible, Revelations. Behold the pale horse...the man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him" "[Doc Holliday is drunkenly playing a somber piece on the saloon piano, and a drunken Cowboy is harassing him to play something by Stephen Foster] Cowboy: Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinking Foster. Doc Holliday: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne. Cowboy: A which? Doc Holliday: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin."

OK OK...lets not cross pollenate. Someone start a TOMBSTONE appreciation thread because its a far better movie. I like young guns 1 and 2, but bushy bill roberts aint nothing compared to doc holiday.

chavez e chavez. knife wizard!

dude, i just bought a hammock today

"The Mechanic" if you don't know.....

How about a QM8 thread? theres good people in the crew..SATER from Philly..come on....

any cell phone ring that I DONT HEAR is good. turn that shit to vibrate assholes!.

ok. heres what you do. ready? shuriken to the ear lobe. POP! shuriken to the cheek bone. BOP! axe kick to necky. HA! katana to intestines, via stabby. KAPLAOW!

told him to do a karate kick and to squat like he is going to poop. did both.

ESH Crizzy.

today i listened to the following: Slayer Danzig Obituary Carcass Ozzy/Sabbath WASP Iron Maiden (number of the beast!) Robert and Tommy Johnson Both claimed they sold their souls to the devil..wrote about it often... Misfits King Diamond In Flames Mastodon Johnny Cash doing "devil went down to georgian AND devil went back to georgia". ALSO...Live recordings of Aleister Crowley reciting killer vampire rituals, pentagram rituals..other things of equal awesomeness. ALSO i got a tattoo of a burning bible. word.

get with the proram minions. that fuckhead jesus wan't bron on christmas either, but thats when you celebrate it. so stop nitpicking and praise the devil. HAIL SATAN!!!!!!!

You can't punch me. My name isn't "The Devil" either. It's just a job title........Live it, Love it...Slay babies for it.

KEEP IT COMMING MY MINIONS...MAKE THE WORLD BLEED FOR ME!!!!!! OR AT LEAST POSTS OME COOL EVIL PHOTOS AND TELL ME YOU THINK I'M AWESOME!