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| 25 new of 139 responses total. |
thanne
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response 100 of 139:
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May 2 06:19 UTC 1995 |
Ooooo-oooooo-ooooh.
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clairey
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response 101 of 139:
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May 25 23:33 UTC 1995 |
Good Morning!
How is everyone lately?
--Claire
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raemo
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response 102 of 139:
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May 29 01:35 UTC 1995 |
Still trying to find Humdog.
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vsclyne
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response 103 of 139:
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May 29 16:10 UTC 1995 |
I will talk to her today. I will tell her <raiemo> is bereft.
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thanne
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response 104 of 139:
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May 30 05:11 UTC 1995 |
Tell her he's sprouted a big achey i right between his two most
important vowels, and only she can remove it.
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raven
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response 105 of 139:
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Feb 10 18:52 UTC 1998 |
Get you matching "tie-dye" tm mugs at Faketopia cafe only 14.95 plus tax.
Say did I leave my riot laying around here? I can never find my riot,
or my keys, or my accordion. <sigh> Would William Blake have liked the
Grateful Dead?
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orinoco
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response 106 of 139:
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Feb 11 04:34 UTC 1998 |
I can never find my accordion, but that's because it doesn't exist.
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font
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response 107 of 139:
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Feb 18 20:03 UTC 1998 |
YO DUDE! Sayeth William Blake..."I found the raven's accordion, andddd
the stars laugh apon it's surface, black velvet and god's will are
melted in it's steel. In the shades of the raven it sings
a soul in a stone strikes the air, and it creaks to silence."
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orinoco
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response 108 of 139:
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Feb 22 03:36 UTC 1998 |
William Blake's 'd' key appears to be stuck. He should have someone look at
that.
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font
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response 109 of 139:
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Feb 23 13:54 UTC 1998 |
<Laugh, laugh <gaffaw>
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orinoco
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response 110 of 139:
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Feb 24 03:41 UTC 1998 |
(Oh, so _that's_ what gaffers do)
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font
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response 111 of 139:
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Feb 26 09:45 UTC 1998 |
actually, gaffers *remove* gaffaws. <grin>
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orinoco
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response 112 of 139:
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Feb 27 03:35 UTC 1998 |
Wouldn't those be de-gaffers?
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font
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response 113 of 139:
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Feb 27 17:07 UTC 1998 |
No, de-gaffers are the ones that put in the gaff.
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orinoco
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response 114 of 139:
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Feb 27 22:52 UTC 1998 |
Oh, of course. Silly me.
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snowth
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response 115 of 139:
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Mar 1 10:07 UTC 1998 |
You're both silly. I know the real truth. But I'm not about to tell the likes
of you. (Pervert.) <gin>
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orinoco
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response 116 of 139:
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Mar 2 03:21 UTC 1998 |
Take my iguana.
Please.
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font
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response 117 of 139:
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Mar 9 05:21 UTC 1998 |
<font juggles her chainsaws>
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orinoco
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response 118 of 139:
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Mar 9 19:51 UTC 1998 |
<dan hides>
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font
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response 119 of 139:
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Mar 15 01:55 UTC 1998 |
Flaming chainsaws reveal the hiding place. Nice try, Dan.
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orinoco
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response 120 of 139:
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Mar 15 03:24 UTC 1998 |
<when in a puff of smoke, dan snatches away the chainsaw and turns on font>
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snowth
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response 121 of 139:
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Mar 16 03:46 UTC 1998 |
Now what did I tell the two of you about playing nice? <sigh>
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orinoco
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response 122 of 139:
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Mar 17 03:40 UTC 1998 |
You're just jealous 'cause you don't have a chainsaw.
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snowth
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response 123 of 139:
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Mar 17 03:54 UTC 1998 |
Minimalist chainsaw murderer! No chain! No saw! Just Murder!
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orinoco
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response 124 of 139:
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Mar 17 17:42 UTC 1998 |
<tricia is dead...>
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