Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
Yes, “of sorts.”
I can see getting a set for Anoreth ...
Oh, moving day already? Didn’t see a ping from Sheare...
Well...*ahem*...it seemed to be a magnanimous decision of “The Unnghs Have It” sort of deal. *kof-kof* (Sort of)
I think all it needs now is for Darks to remember where he put the keys for the Moving Van...
*ahem* Maybe Sion gave the keys to LoM and she has yet to give them to Darks. I mean...Chain Of Command, and all. She has a lot of Sionnsar-type things in her keeping.
We will find out when the Van makes an appearance.
Did he check in the refrigerator on top of the butter?
I think he has been trying to figure out how my tysops got so expontialismicly hugh. I think.
The butter is safe on my counter, since winter is here. When the sun from the kitchen window reaches the noonish apex, it softens the butter. Then I can use it on my chocolate chip muffin toast without breaking the muffer.
A butter overdose didn't hurt them precisely. But it was quite a mess.
Me dear Sainted Mither used to say, “The catz can chokle on that butter!” I had no idea what she meant...
Don't forget the flocks of blackbirds suddenly dropping from the sky, DEAD before they even hit the ground.
And the stunning discovery this morning that Punxatawney Phil is actually a chipmunk......
Sooo, you heard about that too, eh? Well then, do you also know that Phil isn't really Phil, and he isn't from Punxatawney either?
It's true! Ummm, ... hold on a minute (takes a quick hit) ..., the facts are that he's a cyborg chipmunk that has the ability to morph himself into an exact replica of ole Phil at the blink of an eye!
No, really, he .... hold on a minute .... he's really from Area 52, that's like, 50 times more secret than Area 51. I'd tell you more about Area 52, but they're listening in, and would kill us both instantly, and ... hold on a minute ... like, do other really, really bad things to us too.
Poor old Phil (sniff), he didn't know what hit him the day Fakefil (that's his government code name) tunneled his way into the back of Phil's place and zapped him. It was really .... hold on a minute ... sad you know. Phil was gone, just like that -- poof.
Yep, tunneled all the way from ... hold on now, you're not gonna trick me into revealing where Area 52 is ... uh uh, no way. If I did that, you'd have to kiss your wife and your dog goodbye for real, and I wouldn't want to do that to my very best anonymous friend.
I didn't even get to kiss my dog goodbye (sob) when they came for him. But they said he knew too many secrets, so they came for him one dark and stormy night. I could barely hear his howls and whimpers over the booming lightning. He was just gone ... hold on a minute ... but I think they are holding him at Area 52, so maybe one day ... just maybe ....
Well, I'd tell you more ... hold on a minute .... but, I'm really hungry all of a sudden, so ..., hey what's that noise, ... hey, hey, stop that, let me go, I'm on the InterWebs with my friend at FreeRepublic and he knows where you're taking me ... no really, he does ... look there's no reason for a shot and a hood ... I promise to go quietly ... owwee... look, can you hold on a minute before you put on the hood, I just want one last hit ...
*erm*
Sorry, but you’ve landed on the Undead Thread. It’s like the Hotel California: You can check out, but you can never leave....
Sorry, but you’ve landed on the Undead Thread. It’s like the Hotel California: You can check out, but you can never leave....
Kewl, I'd rather be here than Area 52 anyway. I barely ... hold on a minute ... escaped before they killed me ... hey, surely they didn't kill ... do I look a bit pale to you, my new anonymous InterWebs friend?
My dog came back, and he was ... hold on a minute ... like a black lab, but now he is paler, and he has been growling and chewing on my leg, kinda like he wants to play or something ...
Hey man, I'm kinda hungry, but for some reason, not for nachos n' stuff. Say, how far do you live from me friend, I'd like to drop by your house for dinner ....
No, Isabeau. We don't celebrate a move of the UT with hors d'oeuvres (not that I think tofu qualifies in that category).
Um....
This is much more series than Area 52. We don’t kill dogs because they are so much more *um* intelligent than humans...at least, scent-wise.
Dinner here is rather *eum* come as you are, or so.
Since this is the Flying Castle, we have kitchens, bars, and work-out stations at your beck and call. There are actually three Habitats, so if you are unhappy with one, just move on to the other.
We caution you, though, to avoid the Lower Levels unless you have a Guide. There are...”things”...down there that challenge the best of us,
Otherwise., welcome to the Undead Thread!
WHAT????
Thanks for the welcome MF.
I don't want to be picky, but if you'll check, you'll see my first post was to post #51, and the recommendation for the thread to become the "Undead Thread" wasn't until post #63.
So I guess you could say my response was aimed at a posting that was PBTTBTUT (Posted Before The Thread Became The Undead Thread), but didn't arrive until ATTBTUT (LOL).
At any rate, I'm on to other things, so enjoy your evening at the Flying Castle, Friend.
Some assembly required...
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