In future generations, when evil flying demon monkeys attack, don’t use shotguns; they eat lead.
Merry May 17th, everyone.
“Fly my pretties, fly!”
I suddenly realized how hard it is to reply to my first post with anything other than “huh?” or “well, merry may 17th to you too.”
So, I guess you can use this thread to discuss your favorite Merry May 17th memories, or dreams of Merry May 17ths to come. I’ll start with my two favorite Merry May 17th memories.
1996: It was May 17th, the last Friday of the school year. We’d had an excellent teacher for our class, but she had gotten the opportunity of a lifetime, and, after a teary-eyed, heart-felt goodbye, she took it. Her temporary replacement (since there had only been about 4 weeks left in the school year) was a teacher who didn’t like us, and generally wanted nothing to do with us. She came in this Friday morning just as excited to see us as we were to see her. She looks up from her dayplanner and says “It’s May 17th, everyone. Do you know what that means?” Obviously, the answer she was looking for was “it’s the last Friday of the school year, and the 3rd to last time that any of us have to see you ever again.” What she got, however, was one of my friends jumping up out of her chair and exclaiming “It’s May 17th! Merry May 17th, everyone!” Rather than laugh and move on, we all jumped up out of our chairs and started shouting, wishing each other a Merry May 17th. The teacher quickly became angry, threw her stuff on the ground, and said “No, you idiots! It’s the last Friday of the school year! You only ever have to see me 3 more times! Jesus, are you all retarded?” This was the LEAP class, mind you, Texas’ version of the “gifted and talented” program. We didn’t take very well to being called retarded, so we went to the principal. She was asked to leave after her final class the following Wednesday. We took it as a personal victory, and have celebrated Merry May 17th ever since. Of course, we continued celebrating it the rest of that day, too. Some of us were even bold enough to make cards for our parents (being in 7th grade, we were a little old for that, but it was worth a shot), went home, and said “Merry May 17th, Mom and Dad. What’d you get me?” Only one kid got anything (a Super Nintendo).
2004: I was in the process of moving to a new apartment, so I’d pretty much completely lost track of time. It was Monday, May 17th, the 2nd full day that I was in my new apartment. Everything was still in boxes, but the cable guy had come out and hooked up the TV and the internet. Thus, I sat down to enjoy some MSNBC. My room mate and her best friend were wanting to take a look at the balcony. I could care less, and told them so. They opened the blinds to see two men in black robes holding scythes. Both girls screamed bloody murder, and I looked over to give a slight jump at the images in the window. I walk over, open the window, and say “what are you guys doing here?” recognizing them as my friends. They look over and say “dude… where’s your Merry May 17th spirit?” I burst out laughing, and we all went out for drinks.
For some reason, I always remember it’s Norway’s National Day. shrugs
Norway, always living in Icelands shadow.
Ah Norway… so many great bands have come from that nation.
May 17th is gonna be cool, cause not only do I get to vote, but Team America also comes out on DVD.
Not cool, <I><B>Merry</B></I>.
And you better vote properly. shakefist
And how about those very same apples, Eggars?!?!
Eggars! I command you to stop running! …so fast! …away from me!
Merry May 17th, I’m going to celebrate by retaking a math quiz and watching Citizen Kane for my last day of movie class before the final. Then I shall return home, get a snack, do homework, possibly nap, then tune in to American Idol to watch Bo Bice kick the asses of those pathetic FEMALES.
Merry Fucking-ass May 17th.
I was going to make this thread this morning to surprise you Sat, but you’re too fast for me.
<font size=1>I need someone a little slower, and a little more gentle.</font>
Yours is much, much better: certainly celebrated for much better reasons. Ours is dreafully boring, involving nothing but people marching, waving flags, and royalties training their wrists, all to celebrate something as daft as the signing of a constitution we don’t follow anyway.
This is the height of the day. I rest my case.
I fail to see the importance of this.
We have anoter Friday to go through after this, then exams. Normally anyway.
You bastard.
Happy Mayday!
Happy Birthday, Wilfredo Martinez!
And Happy May 17th, of course.
Why do people always end up calling it Mayday? It’s 3 simple words! <B><I>MERRY. MAY. 17th.</I></B>
Well Merry May 17th to you, too.
It’s not that odd that people would call it MayDay. Since technically the 17th is a day in May, so MayDay is sort of accurate. And easier to say.
I’m taking my Mythology final exam, and then go home to try out GW. ^^
Merry May 17th! Today is Tuesday, that means we are able to kill Onyxia again tonight. 
I have a band concert, which is also my last one ever… :\
No, <A HREF=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_Day”>May Day is an actual holiday celebrated on May 1st</A>. Today is Merry May 17th, and you shall celebrate it as such.