Comments on: Adio, amigo

By: walkinCooler

walkinCooler — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 01:00:13 +0000

I think this is a KYSOR walk-in cooler . If so, those walls are pretty thick and sound proof. I would hate to get locked in one. The robber must have barricaded the door though because there are all sorts safety of mechanisms built into the design of walk-in coolers today.

By: walkinCooler

walkinCooler — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:57:12 +0000

This looks like a KYSOR walk-in cooler . If so, those walls are pretty thick and sound proof. I would hate to get locked in one. The robber must have barricaded the door though because there are all sorts safety of mechanisms built into the design of walk-in coolers today.

By: noo oogling

noo oogling — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 01:39:23 +0000

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By: machead

machead — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 19:35:08 +0000

haha, sorry about that!

By: Juliet

Juliet — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 19:09:45 +0000

I’ve been having the tune of “nowhere man” stuck in my head, but instead of “nowhere man” I sing “red bull man”.

It’s kind of amusing.

By: Shane

Shane — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 22:07:25 +0000

“Chief – Don’t tell me the Red Bull Man got away?”
“The Red Bull Man got away, Max”

“I asked you not to tell me that. Sorry about that, Chief.”

By: Shane

Shane — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:57:28 +0000

Damn Counting Crows and that Vanessa Carlton girl. I’m reading this and in my head I’m saying “Oooooooo Bop bop bop” after each chorus.

By: Shane

Shane — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:54:05 +0000

Yes, Heisa monster!!!!!!

By: Rae

Rae — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 16:32:49 +0000

Adio– I’m tired of using technology…

Totally thought of that song by Justin Timberlake.

By: park rose

park rose — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:24:07 +0000

First try so I will care-fully post this to a not too-new thread.

This is to the tune of Joni Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi”

Red Bull came to Texas
Pulled into the parking lot
Took a swig of his soda pop
And cursed cos’ he was hot

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Empties in the cooler
RB’s in the corner shop

On the walk-in floor
Prosciutto, liver and brawn
He’d been there before
Cans were littered and strewn.

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Empties in the cooler
RB’s in the corner shop

Been knocking himself
On and off, the clerk did say, hey
While stocking the cooler shelves
In the middle of the day,
Pray

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Empties in the cooler
Red Bull’s in the corner shop

Late last night
RB heard the screen door slam
Now he’s been duly processed
Headcheese, leg o’ ham.

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Empties in the cooler
RB’s in the corner shop

By: park rose

park rose — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:07:51 +0000

In reply to 16.4 – writerrejected (seems to need italics if it’s going to run-on). Totally – until that point I had read the note as ‘Recording in progress’. I was wondering what they were doing laying down tunes in a cooler in a convenience shop (got Joni Mitchell in my mind now).

By: SHARKFAN

SHARKFAN — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 06:12:39 +0000

Dear Adio,

Please do not eat or drink in the cooler. You make too much noise chewing and sipping; it ends up in the background of the recording that’s being processed there.
Make sure to be full of care, or you will get an ass-whooping.

Much love,
RedBullMan

By: usp45

usp45 — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 05:49:17 +0000

or perhaps our super hero wears a unitard no no no a thongatard thats the ticket

By: Lurker

Lurker — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 05:34:07 +0000

Oh, Red Bull Man, oh, Red Bull Man,
Please clean up your Red Bull cans.
Do not leave them on the floor
Of the cooler anymore,
Or, surely as the bull is red,
You shall be pro-Sec-u-TED.
We’ll have you up before the judge,
Since from the cooler you won’t budge.
The cans are slim, their mouths are wide,
But there is no cold drink inside.
We’re taping all of this, you know,
For Funniest Home Videos.
So, as you lurk between the stacks
Of pony kegs and cold six-packs,
Remember that we’re on to you;
We’re watching everything you do.
Enjoy your energetic drink
As deeper in our trap you sink.
Your dirty tricks we will not stand,
Oh, Red Bull Man, oh, Red Bull Man.