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just wondering
34 responses total.
Turn it into a themepark. Truck in rides, clowns, carneys, and lots of water. Put in the Velasco, the screamingest longest most terrifying rollercoaster there ever was. Then, when every theme-park going teenager in the U.S. and Canada are in, lock the gates and nuke the place! (Getting Velasco out first, of course.)
Yessssssssss. Brighn, I want to have your Mr.BillChild. And we'll put him in the themepark with all the other little shits.
Who ever said Juls was not promiscuous. I feel *used*.
I can't believe anyone said that about Juls. Promiscuous is her middle name. Slander. Or maybe Libel.
Why am I always the last to know these things?
brenner we will need the dave with the hoplessly impossible userid to come here and make the Nasty Cowboy Poems... please go get him.
Dave the turf doctor? He's cool. <wtssdave>.
hmmm... juls, shouldn't we date first?
I can't think why, brighn. And, Mr. Clyne, you have systematically ignored the now-desiccated Oysters Rockefeller that I so lovingly and laboriously prepared for OUR first date that I am ruined, absolutely RUINED, for someone as Worthy as brighn. When a woman of such promise takes to the streets, it's usually because of someone like you. <juls steps over to the oozing, cruising Bentley at the curb, adjusting her ragged fishnets and wobbling a little on the stiletto heels.>
Oysters? I love oysters? Couldn't you reheat them or something... I know it wouldn't be as good, but at least that way I could appreciate a *hint* of what they were like, before... <the good Rev. gives Mr. Clyne an accusing look.>
This is a bum rap. I wandered all over Los Angeles trying to keep a date in Santa Cruz. This turn in Juls's career is not my doing. I will not accept the guilt. Juls is a fully grown person and she makes her own job choices. Juls, give the Rev. the oysters. He'll give you absolution.
Hey, you welsher (Irisher?)! I'm not the one that needs absolution. (Psst, brighn? C'mon up these creaky backstairs, hon; I've got something to show you. . . . )
Reverend, do it. There's a psalm you can say along the way. I forget the number, but you know it. I know you do.
Oysters? I spell oysters, you know? B - O - X , that's how
Spell Oysters I smell oysters for miles & miles.
No, spelling oysters is more fun. :-P
Yew no, of corse, that every time yew right "oysters," yew spell it. Actually, you'd be writing "oysters", but you know what I mean.
Yes, but if an oyster is tipped on its side you can right it.
or if you close your eyes, pinch your nose and tip it you can eat it. :-)
<Cricket Goes to sulk in the corner, feeling mocked.>
<Only snicker's bars can earn his forgiveness>
Do Imaginary Snickers Bars count? Or perhaps Ho-hos, properly purloined from Enigma? (How does one purloin something improperly?)
How does one not?
HOw doest one eat eggplants on the forth of July?
Because there's no Palm trees in Montana?
There aren't? Do you know how it feels to be lied to?
yes. but here it's more fun. :-P (palmtrees would be most happy in Montana if there was some water kicking around)
Water kicks? As in the aquatic can-can, mayhap?
Try syncronised swimming. Its' good for the diet. :-P
my parents suck!
If only. :-)
Now how would you know?
font always knows!
If the font knows all, why doesn't *she* have an "ask font" item? Is this another useless Item to be created by the allmighty ruller of all things muppetty? We shall have to consult our councellers.
Re: 33, she is after all the font of all knowledge. Really, I know her. Re: the original topic of, er um, discussion <cough> as it is the only place in the world to my knowledge where an explorer actually had the nerve to call a mountain range the big tits, perhaps Wyoming should become a private reserve for research into removing the compulsion to have breast implants inserted into perfectly beautiful women.
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