Champion of Peace and Prosperity, benevolent traveller, and possible prophet
Origins: Mysterious stranger fromCybersphere; circa 1994.
Origins: Mysterious stranger fromCybersphere; circa 1994.
Neither andamaroo or assfingers ever told the truth; they were liars and revisionists, who attacked graye unjustly with their falsehoods.
by John Locke November 17, 2004
Get the graye mug.The Best Band EVER. Period. End of story.
More specifically, a jam band whose music combined rock, folk, blues, bluegrass, psychadelia, country, jazz, and gospel, along with an indescribable sort of magical purity that is apparent to almost anyone who actually takes the timeto listen to it, but is mostly noticed by hippies, stoners, and liberals, all of which I identify with. As a side note, jackasses, bastards, conservative douchebags, mindless capitalist minions, and many people who voted for Bush are immune to this effect.
Members of the Grateful Dead included Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Ron "Pigpen" McKernan, and of course, Jerry Garcia, may he rest in peace. Some of their better songs are "Jack Straw," "Fire on the Mountain," "Scarlet Begonias," "Friend of the Devil," "Sugar Magnolia," "Cassidy," "Sugaree," "Samson & Delilah," "Box of Rain," Eyes of the World," "The Wheel," "Ramble on Rose," and "Playing in the Band." Their best albums are Terrapin Station, Europe '72, Blues for Allah, Steal your Face, Shakedown Street, and Aoxomoxoa (if only for the album cover.) One major aspect of the Grateful Dead that is dificult to classify was their customized sound system, the Wall of Sound. This sound system had a seperate speaker for each instrument, and was designed so that the music could be heard over half a mile away with minimal degradation. Due to a combination of the Wall of Sound, the evolving nature of the Dead's songs, and their tendency to jam for long periods of time during concerts, the Dead experience was infinitely better live.
Though nearly anyone can enjoy the Grateful Dead, to truly understand the worlds behind the words, one must either be raised on it or attend a few Folk Festivals.
By the way, the people who said that the Dead are "Proof that if you give enough people LSD they'll totally love bad country music." and "an insidious LSD cult... infidelic pagan hippie scum... a tool of the government... etc." should rot in hell for all eternity and have a vat of acid poured into their eyes drop by drop, the cock-sucking assholes.
More specifically, a jam band whose music combined rock, folk, blues, bluegrass, psychadelia, country, jazz, and gospel, along with an indescribable sort of magical purity that is apparent to almost anyone who actually takes the timeto listen to it, but is mostly noticed by hippies, stoners, and liberals, all of which I identify with. As a side note, jackasses, bastards, conservative douchebags, mindless capitalist minions, and many people who voted for Bush are immune to this effect.
Members of the Grateful Dead included Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Ron "Pigpen" McKernan, and of course, Jerry Garcia, may he rest in peace. Some of their better songs are "Jack Straw," "Fire on the Mountain," "Scarlet Begonias," "Friend of the Devil," "Sugar Magnolia," "Cassidy," "Sugaree," "Samson & Delilah," "Box of Rain," Eyes of the World," "The Wheel," "Ramble on Rose," and "Playing in the Band." Their best albums are Terrapin Station, Europe '72, Blues for Allah, Steal your Face, Shakedown Street, and Aoxomoxoa (if only for the album cover.) One major aspect of the Grateful Dead that is dificult to classify was their customized sound system, the Wall of Sound. This sound system had a seperate speaker for each instrument, and was designed so that the music could be heard over half a mile away with minimal degradation. Due to a combination of the Wall of Sound, the evolving nature of the Dead's songs, and their tendency to jam for long periods of time during concerts, the Dead experience was infinitely better live.
Though nearly anyone can enjoy the Grateful Dead, to truly understand the worlds behind the words, one must either be raised on it or attend a few Folk Festivals.
By the way, the people who said that the Dead are "Proof that if you give enough people LSD they'll totally love bad country music." and "an insidious LSD cult... infidelic pagan hippie scum... a tool of the government... etc." should rot in hell for all eternity and have a vat of acid poured into their eyes drop by drop, the cock-sucking assholes.
Any Hippie: "Want to go listen to Blues for Allah and watch the tide come in?"
Any Other Hippie: "Sure, the Grateful Dead are my heroes. Can I bring weed?"
Any Hippie: "Got some, just grab a bowl, some Doritos, and six cream sodas."
Any Other Hippie: "Cool."
Any Other Hippie: "Sure, the Grateful Dead are my heroes. Can I bring weed?"
Any Hippie: "Got some, just grab a bowl, some Doritos, and six cream sodas."
Any Other Hippie: "Cool."
by Randall Anderson March 26, 2007
Get the Grateful Dead mug.A Grafter is a person who sets his stall out and proceeds to market trade with whatever currency is availble and it doesn't have to be money. A creative person who is capable of turning a blank canvass into a masterpiece and not frightened to Graft to achieve the required aim, to put food on the table. Rarely will you see a true Grafter in a JOB ( Just Over Broke )because they are to busy Grafting A Free Enterprise Freelance Entreprenure Freedom Fighter who lives to work. A chancer. A Grafter controls his own destiny.
The honourable profession of Grafting is a way of life. To be a Grafter you need to be self motivated a go-getter.
You will never see a true Grafter with an 'Andout' waiting for an 'Andout'
I should know I've been a grafter all me life and proud to be called one.
The honourable profession of Grafting is a way of life. To be a Grafter you need to be self motivated a go-getter.
You will never see a true Grafter with an 'Andout' waiting for an 'Andout'
I should know I've been a grafter all me life and proud to be called one.
An example of one of my Grafts...
I'll set the scene...The run up to Lady Di's wedding was the buzz.I wasn't grafting at the time and lived over a Fruit & Veg shop in Penge High Street,just around the corner from 'Maple Road, at that time a predominately Fruit & Veg Market I was talking to the Owner Jeanie about the forthcoming wedding when one of my bright ideas come to me..I negotiated a deal for as many trays of Nectarines & Peaches she could spare me, so on the given day I was up at the crack of dawn and loaded up me little Vaukhall HA Van, with no 3rd gear and I had to climb in the passenger door and use a peg to keep the choke open until the 'ol girl'warmed up for the 30 minute journey to hopefully get a glimpse of the new 'Queen'. I then set off to 'Buck House'where 'is nibs'was set to marry a 'Vision'. I proceeded to park on 'Constitution Hill'which is just right of the 'Palace Gates'there was already a few other Grafters in place making their mark.
Well I slotted in comfortably. Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, and by the time the sun was over the yardarm,the place was jam packed. I'd sold all trays, I even dropped the price for the 'ol Bill'when a Copper crept up behind me and said, "Oy ow much you ripping everyone off for them then," I said 'Only 10 pence each Guvnor", Well,I thought he was gonna nick me. He led me over to the back window of this 52 seater Coach which was full of the 'Boys in Blue'queing along the aisle to get their thirsty mits on me wares, I thought they was gonna clean me out on their own. Back to 20 pence now their thirst was quenched. Me done then, I decided to head back to Penge after fighting me way back to me van, for another loadup. At that point I wished I'd had a Transit. Back in Penge, Jeanies no slouch, Top Grafter, she also sold out. Last time I see Jeanie was in Altea in Spain about 20 years later, still 'Graftin'knocking out Classy Womens clobber from a tasty little shop in the middle of Town, and she was pushing 60.
Jeanies audience had all about finished in Penge, when I left, mine were in full swing and I wanted to get back in the middle of it ready for the evening spillover. All Jean had left was boxes of apples, not as exciting as a Peach or Nectarine.A bit deflated, unperturbed I preceeded to transfer the Red Apples, after a polish to the Peach trays, in the hope to attract customers via misdirection. Seeing as selling is a numbers game, I hoped that the logic and reasoning that my future customers would have for making a buying decision was the same as mine,and overcome the disappointment and have an apple anyway.
All Grafters went home with a smile on their faces and empty vans. Thats what you call Grafting.Top Banana
I'll set the scene...The run up to Lady Di's wedding was the buzz.I wasn't grafting at the time and lived over a Fruit & Veg shop in Penge High Street,just around the corner from 'Maple Road, at that time a predominately Fruit & Veg Market I was talking to the Owner Jeanie about the forthcoming wedding when one of my bright ideas come to me..I negotiated a deal for as many trays of Nectarines & Peaches she could spare me, so on the given day I was up at the crack of dawn and loaded up me little Vaukhall HA Van, with no 3rd gear and I had to climb in the passenger door and use a peg to keep the choke open until the 'ol girl'warmed up for the 30 minute journey to hopefully get a glimpse of the new 'Queen'. I then set off to 'Buck House'where 'is nibs'was set to marry a 'Vision'. I proceeded to park on 'Constitution Hill'which is just right of the 'Palace Gates'there was already a few other Grafters in place making their mark.
Well I slotted in comfortably. Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, and by the time the sun was over the yardarm,the place was jam packed. I'd sold all trays, I even dropped the price for the 'ol Bill'when a Copper crept up behind me and said, "Oy ow much you ripping everyone off for them then," I said 'Only 10 pence each Guvnor", Well,I thought he was gonna nick me. He led me over to the back window of this 52 seater Coach which was full of the 'Boys in Blue'queing along the aisle to get their thirsty mits on me wares, I thought they was gonna clean me out on their own. Back to 20 pence now their thirst was quenched. Me done then, I decided to head back to Penge after fighting me way back to me van, for another loadup. At that point I wished I'd had a Transit. Back in Penge, Jeanies no slouch, Top Grafter, she also sold out. Last time I see Jeanie was in Altea in Spain about 20 years later, still 'Graftin'knocking out Classy Womens clobber from a tasty little shop in the middle of Town, and she was pushing 60.
Jeanies audience had all about finished in Penge, when I left, mine were in full swing and I wanted to get back in the middle of it ready for the evening spillover. All Jean had left was boxes of apples, not as exciting as a Peach or Nectarine.A bit deflated, unperturbed I preceeded to transfer the Red Apples, after a polish to the Peach trays, in the hope to attract customers via misdirection. Seeing as selling is a numbers game, I hoped that the logic and reasoning that my future customers would have for making a buying decision was the same as mine,and overcome the disappointment and have an apple anyway.
All Grafters went home with a smile on their faces and empty vans. Thats what you call Grafting.Top Banana
by Top Banana a True Grafter April 8, 2009
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Get the Granted mug.Damn....that Mongolian cheese grater I gave your mom must have been good. She hasn't walked for weeks.
by BronzeArmor March 12, 2008
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by The Urbanist January 30, 2018
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by Zack Mooningham January 30, 2009
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