Uncle Coldie is going away for a week. To Scotland no less. I don’t want any jumping on the beds, no running around with scissors, and NO parties. And if you give Unc and Euty shit while I’m gone, there’s gonna be hell to pay when I get back. Do I make myself understood? HUH??
As you were.
Rasa
July 6, 2001, 12:54am
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Hey Coldy , pop on over to England and say hi to my grandma while you’re there! She’s visiting her sister and friends.
Seriously. Have a great trip, and remember, “if it’s not Scottish, it’s CRAP!”
Shhh … I know where he keeps the keys to the liquor cabinet … hee hee hee …
24 hours. My friends, it only took **24 HOURS **of me being back to run a mod out of this forum.
Gods, I’m good.
Yeah, and I missed you too, Coldy.
Coward.
wring
July 6, 2001, 12:58am
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I’ve got the scissors, can some one reach the stereo?
I’ve also got some wonderful Karo Syrup that is just perfect for getting into those hard-to-reach areas (heh heh heh - I said hard)
Hey, check out what I found under Coldy ’s mattress!
Forget under the mattress!
Look what’s in his night stand drawer!
:eek:
Which reminds me: Poofy needs 4 kilos of apples and a lube job every day. Arden Ranger, can I count on you?
wring
July 6, 2001, 1:08am
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and just ** look** who I found in his closet !!?! :eek: :eek:
Er… um, sure thing, Coldy . Anything for you, man.
[sub]Mods and their weird obsessions, I tell you what… [/sub]
Euty , ya got those keys?
Well, he said no jumping on the BED…a COUCH, is not a BED.
Teehee!
Who wants to play with matches?
Oooooooh, Coldy, would you bring me a souvenir t-shirt? Pretty please?
I’d watch it, Guin. I understand Coldy has ways of dealing with ne’er-do-wells who jump on rent-to-own couches.
Now, big squooshy chair, however…
Psst! I found the lock codes for the Pay Per View!
Where’s the pizza? Didn’t we order pizza like an hour ago?
We can eat on the furniture, right?
I have silly string-bet it looks great all over the chandlier.
dpr
July 6, 2001, 8:22am
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Ooch the noo ya gra’ dootch sissee.
Ye ha’ a wee bonni tahm noo an’ doon be loookin’ a’ oor sheep mind.
Oi, whereabouts in Scotland?