First I stomp your “Nairobi” gag. Now I poo-poo your “horse-whip” jest. (You know what I mean. Everyone else has to do their own “Search”.) (No, wait, that would needlessly clog the server…)
I don’t mean it, it just happens. Can you forgive me?
(Actually, I don’t care all that much. I’m really quite callous. Not a nice guy at all. Nuh-uh. I’m a rebel. A dangerous guy. That’s why the chicks dig me.)
Oh, please Bumbazine, forgive me!
-Rue.
If anyone else wants to appologize for anything, feel free. (See Anubis, (who’s a girl) that’s what happens with these threads. You start one and they develop a life of their own. You can’t stop it. Even if you try. “Oh stop, cruel thread!” See? Nothing.)
I am also dreadfully sorry I missed Snickers’ 2000th post. I should have said something, but I didn’t.
Happy 2000th! See? It’s not the same, since I’m so late.
And Bumb, I’ve had an image of a guy getting whipped with a horse stuck in my head all weekend. Actually since all of yesterday, but it’s there, man, it’s there.
-Rue. (who is the only one sorry for anything around here by the looks of things)
I don’t have anything to be sorry for yet today, but the morning is young and I have only spoken to one human, several cats, a dog and a turtle. Wait till I get to the office. Then I will rue the day.
To tell the truth, Rue, I missed my 2000th too, but thanks for noticing. I can forgive that, but this business about coming to Florida and not coming to see me, well, that’s the sort of thing that taxes friendships. And those taxes are best paid with fancy chocolates. Not that I’m suggesting anything here…
-FairyChatMom. (signing this like Rue just because I can…)
Yeah, I’m a rebel too! right now I’ve got my earphones on backwards so the left channel is in my right ear and vice versa. Nothing is sacred for me! I’m a wild man I tell ya’!
Oh, and be carefull with those chicks. They’re easy to step on, plus they peep incessantly, and it’s illegal to keep poultry inside the city limits, anyway.
(That’s called a ‘throwaway’ gag. Actually, it’s been sitting out on the counter for some time now and should have been thrown away several days ago.)
It’s OK Rue, it’s only fair. I’ve been picking on you quite a bit lately too. It’s that macho thing. We have to insult each other and punch each other in the shoulder and stuff, you know. I think it’s called ‘male bonding’, except we’re not gonna glue ourselves together with super-glue or anything like that. That would just be wrong.
If you were a hottie like FairyChatMom you’d be my ‘special friend’, but since we’re both ‘manly men’ then we hafta just be pals.
Speaking of FairyChatMom, what’s this about 2000 posts? You joined up after I did and I haven’t even made it to 1000 yet. I must not be doing this right. Congratulations FCM, or may I call you Snickers? If you’d rather I get my own pet name for you that’d be okay too. I could call you Butterfinger, but I suppose Mounds would be right out.
Anyway, I’d send you some chocolate fudge if I knew where you lived, and if I had some chocolate fudge.
I also had a joke about Florida and taxes, but I decided not to go there.
Oh Rue, to get that picture of horse whipping out of your head, just try to picture Meg Ryan naked. It works for me.
-Bumbarebel
Hottie? Well, I did have that whole “hot flashes” thing going on, but I’m taking my medication and I’m doing lots better…
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Yeppers, Mounds would be right out, as would Godiva, in light of the association with that name. Bumbazine, you can call me whatever you’d like. I may not answer, but don’t think that I’m necessarily ignoring you… It could just be all this ambient noise…
