Posted on 12/21/2004 12:25:42 PM PST by hk409
Edited on 12/21/2004 12:54:14 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
No offense, but you just weren't THAT obnoxious.
Of the week, maybe, but the Year, naah.
;)
Yes, Mr. Bill's business is here in Redmond. (Actually, though I have a Redmond address I'm actually outside it in unincorporated county).
"Sucks. I missed the end of the other thread. I was hoping to at least have a shot at the last post. Congrats corpse...
So this is our new home eh? It will a take a while to get used to, and I have only been here for a couple months."
Well, kid, we couldn't wait for you. We couldn't even wait for sionnsar and NicknamedBob...when we have a mission, we fulfill it to the best of our ability!
LOL, great find!
I did it. Read them all. I tried to read all 64000+ on the Undead but couldn't keep up with the traffic.
Hi!
We missed you this morning! We were quite adrift, if you must know!
"Take up hockey or basketball????
;)
You score a big 100 in my book, sweetie! :)"
Awwww...thanks! I feel much better now. Just before I came back this afternoon, I found out it will cost me twice as much for the truck as I had planned on...so I am quite close to tears...
I really needed a good word! Thanks again!
(Heart-shaped things to you!)
It didn't care for me but it could be from waking it up. You are supposed to put them in a pouch and carry them around your neck while they sleep to make them tame. They are nocturnal. They mostly eat fruit but a meal worm makes them very happy.
That does help but I'm still having trouble with the new thread.
Sure and I don't have my Naked Mole Rat picture at home.
Taz
Cute
Happy New Year, Conspiracy Guy.
I'm wanting to send you dog pics but I need to wait for my husband to help me. I'm not good at the mechanics of this stuff. ...
"I did it. Read them all. I tried to read all 64000+ on the Undead but couldn't keep up with the traffic."
I'm not sure when I first posted to UT, but I know it took me a good two days to read everything from the beginning...(10,000 +/- posts?...) I felt if I was to "fit in" and make somewhat educated comments, I'd better know what I was dealing with!
Sorry, didn't mean to over look your 900 post. Congrats.
I would love to have one of those! But I wonder if it's good to take them out of their native habitat..
-good times, G.J.P.(Jr.)
Out of the setting sun, an object makes its appearance. The sound is not noticed at first, but as it slowly draws closer, more and more people begin looking up.
An apparition has come to call. Someones giant colander, supported by dozens of levitating goose eggs, and roaring like a banshee, sidles in over the low hills.
Now that the engines are loud enough to be an annoyance, there is a noticeable change in their tone, as they are throttled back slightly. The indescribable conveyance drifts closer. As it grows nearer, the scale becomes apparent. Again and again, witnesses adjust their concepts of big.
It floats gently above the center of the lake, gently turning to orient North to North. Again the tone of the engines mutes slightly. It settles closer to the low wave-tops.
From the bottom of the rectangular girders which support it, flotation cushions deploy and fill. Gigantic Mae West puffery elevates a metal skirting around the perimeter walls, forming a walkway and loading dock.
The curious structure dips a fearful toe into the water, appearing to test its warmth. Gradually it immerses itself, the jets slowing ever further as it slowly comes to a stop. A new island, complete with its own cloud cover, has appeared in the middle of the lake.
The jets are silenced. In the sudden hush, one hears a whining, as of distant construction equipment. Very gradually, the tremendous hot air balloons are ingested back into the the tops of the metal towers, like a schoolboy working his bubblegum bubble back into his mouth. The process takes at least half an hour, as the hot air is bled off, and the plasticized fabric balloons are pulled back into their hidden compartments. The jet engines are turned and oriented for stowage, and collapse back into their compartments. Finally all the noises stop, and the stunned inhabitants realize that an adventure has arrived in their midst. Several small boats set out to rendezvous with the castle.
The party continues...
The place needs some work.
Is that the Streisand estate?
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