I’m a vegetarian, so I hope you’ll all refrain from hitting me with meat prod-- OW!
::removes slice of bologna from forehead::
I’d like a poncho,please.
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
::tiptoes through the door, sets up camp behind the counter, and with a series of rapid underhand tosses flings scoops of raspberry sherbert at everyone who hasn’t bought a poncho from SwimmingRiddles yet::
::Bouncing around on my bum::
Hey! This is more fun than a Hippity-Hoppity!
Whether you’re fat or slim bubble your ting.
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng.
–Wyclef Jean
Shadowfox walks into the room, wagging her finger at the food fighters… “didn’t anybody tell you how bad it is to waste food? There are starving children in Assboink, Idaho that would give up their third arm to be able to eat some of this food!”
Shadowfox stomps back out, shouting over her shoulder “And I am not cleaning this up!”
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
And you can copy pictures and text from newspapers, too! Hey, don’t ever say that I never did anything good for you.
:::the oblivious Cristi, who has been standing in the corner reading the Disney Channel Magazine & humming “It’s A Small World” to herself, suddenly awakens to find herself covered in lime jello, Spam, and salad:::
Hey! What in the Sam Hill is going on here?
:::ducks as Green Bean sails across the room again:::
Food fight? Woohoo!
:::empties purse, and begins peppering Bluepony with Altoids & beef jerky, then whirls, catches a flying piece of watermelon from Myron’s Sledge-O-Matic, and flings it back at him, nailing him right between the eyes:::
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Narile walks in, looks around, briefly considers tossing some dwarf bread into the melee, but it is a friendly fight, so he just starts hurling twinkies in random directions.
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
—The dragon observes
Have you ever thought of going into the sdvertising business DD? You make it sound like so much fuuuun!
NO! Don’t throw the Twinkies! Twinkies are a rare commodity these days in the Northeast.
Stomps out again…I’m still not going to clean this mess up!
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
Green Bean stuffs herself FIRMLY up Billdo’s nose.
Green Bean yanks herself out of Billdo’s nose and runs over to the Overengineer.
Yells “Quit messing with my browser settings and welcome to the SDMB!”
Dumps a plate of linguine with clam sauce over the Overengineer’s head and runs back to Billdo.
Jams herself back up Billdo’s nose.
Slings some spaghetti at Sqrcub, then launches meatballs randomly around the room.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
<getting hit on her right arm bu a flying piece of bologna, Purplebear turns to see who threw that at her> EEEEWWWWWWWWW! Now I’ve got spaghetti sauce dripping down my arm!< realizing that it could’ve been worse, she just laughs>
Thanks! Fillet, I like raspberry sherbert, only NOT up my nose and dripping into my, hehehe, well, anyway.<wiping her face off, Pbear gives up on her clothes>
HEY! <she yells as she gets pelted by a flying meatball from her left> Sealemon88! Watch where you’re throwing those things!!
Grabbing up a couple of handfulls of all the stuff on the floor, she starts throwing it at anyone within range, hitting Green Bean on her way by, being thrown by someone else now. Hehehe, sorry, Green Bean, wasn’t aiming for you!
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Geeesh! BY, I meant. :o Darn typo, jumping in here, just when I finally convinced everyone I knew how to spell.
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
::SwimmingRiddles negotiates a corporate merger with Democritus, who has, by this time, set up a fairly luctritive photocopying business.::
BUY STOCK IN SWIMMINGCRITUS INDUSTRIES HERE!!!
I love Capitalism.
::throws pudding across the room just to celebrate going public::
I am watching where I throw 'em! That’s why I didn’t miss! HAHAHA!
< bounces another meatball right between PB’s eyes >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
::feels the need to point out that SWIMMINGCRITUS sounds like a skin condition::
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
:::takes a small bite of one of the meatballs that just boinked off her forehead:::
Hey! These are good! Did Chef Troy make these?
:::begins slinging matzo balls & gefilte fish:::
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Well, now, Passover IS coming right up…
:: begins flinging round matzos like Frisbees ::
Myron reels, and adjusts the watermelon as a helmet. Having run out of melons, begins using sledge-o-matic as driver, sending over-ripe avocadoes at PCW, who after all, started it! Then sneaks out to pick up some nacho chips.
Imbibo, ergo sum.