Tabs made his $$$ early on by extorting money from the unfortunate kiddies. If they didn't pay up it was a long trip down a steep stairwell.

Heard he is still the most notorious bouncer at the bingo hall, when he's awake that is.....

You didn't really think you were going to get a straight answer did ya Toady? :p

FWIW, I'd like to know the REAL story myself.

Tabs got his money from mother, who earned it by sleeping with Alan Greenspan. Any other question I can answer tonight?:cool:

Aurel

Holy Freak, Joe, what kind of airplanes are those? Where did they come from? They must be US made with those twin tails. Sorry about the thread hijack. I'll reveal all about Tabs in a separate thread later.

MRM,

Those are front line supersonic MIG fighters, buried in the ground by Saddam's people in Iraq. They stayed there for years after the fighting began then someone found the funny lumps where there should not be lumps and started digging.

Not sure how many they found but it was more than a few judging from the lumps in the photos. What Tim was referring to was that if you can hide a frigging fighter jet, which is large, you can hide almost anything out in the desert... like WMD, nuke parts or plans and a lot of bodies. IMHO someday we will find more things hidden. Who knows what...

he's my father. Then he cut my arm off. bastard.

i hear they called him "sue" til nearly his 5th birthday.

I first met TABS in person last year. The whole thing is a blur. I woke up in the hotel tub filled with oranges and TABS in the other room shooting a Red Rider BB gun at the TV and mumbling something about CNN being a mouthpiece for the meager.

I rather not think about it, nothing a few more pills can't cure...

I heard that wise men came from the east bearing gifts of whiskey and cocaine and discovered Tabs, in swaddling clothes, in a manger in front of the Flamingo. He was born of a virgin show-girl with a significant collection of antique turkey-basters. (Parum bum, bum bum. The t_ts and a$$ kept time - parum bum, bum, bum.)

As the father (or doner) was unknown, the child grew up with a deep fixation on 'Mother', and, like many young lads with a deep mother-fixation he was unable to have normal relations with women. Eventually he turned into a homosexual and surrounded himself with willing acolytes who hung on his every word and believed that he came from a better and happier place.

His acolytes spread the word, and before long a cult had sprung up: a cult that worshipped him and carried the message far and wide. He could do no wrong. Whatever he said, no matter how stupid or pointless, was was repeated and accepted as truth and wisdom by an ever larger group of breathless believers.

Like other false prophets before him, he promised much but delivered little. Little that is apart from a false sense of security, some glib and misguided observations about the meaning of life, and, occasionally, a 'bon mot' - or humorous comment - which the faithful interpreted as a sign of his essential humanity.

And like other false prophets before him, his end was not a pretty sight. His last request, it is said, was for a buffet - and a cigar.

Whiskey and Coke...U mean Mothers bin holding out on me...again

Mother acts like shes all that...a paragon of virtue..come to find out shes nothing but a floozy of a showgirl, just wait till Daddy finds out about this...

My last words I can assure U aren't gona be a request for a Buffet and a Cigar...Its gona be more like "Daddys Home, come to me U 72 lil honeys"...Just hope to Christ that they aren't fat and ugly...

Maybe lubby will need a few more pills if I start mentioning the Big Black Cigars that he was smoking, and he wonders why he has panic attacks......The Oranges are explainable, they were the ones that were left over after the Gin ran out..

Sue is better than TABS till your 50....

That was years ago..There is nothing worse than a little old Lady screaming that shes been robbed, that she said Bingo first..she just wouldn't shut up about it, so I punched her in the face. What else was I gona do?

Well this goes without saying...only thing is I would have to keep explaining it to them over and over again...they never seemed to get the message...and sometimes for *****s and giggles one would go over anyway...

And U never get anywhere trying to dig a hole in the desert with a spoon any dolt knows that....

that's why you have a whole bunch of them...

he was the inventor of the "tab" key on the typewriter, which provided little fame, but sufficient fame, , until computer popularity reissued his patent. look one the left of your keyboard, 3 keys down, which is it tabs, right or left?

As I heard it tabs was the secret "go between" for the aliens and our government in area 51 (you didn't really believe we came up with stealth technology all on our own did you?).

He has since retired on a comfortable government pension in LV where he puts up the facade of being an eccentric millionaire.

thats's no facade, he is eccentric, and concentric too, from the buffet!