Maybe Rue messed up and packed his computer already?? Maybe he’s not gonna be posting till he moves into his new house (when is that - next week?) Maybe he’s *forgotten *us! :eek:
How dare he let his life get in the way of his Monday Morning Post??!?!? Can I get a Harumph??
HARUMAPH!!!
Harumph.
You people scare me. That’s why I was staying away. The way welbs was getting all… whatever he was getting on [n]Ex**. I didn’t want any of that to splash over on me.
How could you even think I would forget about you… uh… wait, it’ll come to me… Snickers! Yeah! That’s it, Snickers. How could you even think I’d forget about you? Never. It could never happen.
-Rue. (the rememberant)
I always loved your chiaroscuro and your impasto.
All what? He started it! I was just defending myself. Besides, it’s so fun and easy to make fun of Ex. Try it sometime, you’ll like it.
Also I was laying claim to the women. It’s a gut instinct neanderthal thing. I’d say try that too, but I’m a violent neanderthal type, so you’d be doing that at your own risk.
And I don’t splash. I seep.
My women.
Mine.
Neither of you can afford me, so just hesh.
Hey while we’re waiting for Rue, why don’t you all come over to Cafe Society and play my game! Please? Make me feel like I’ve got a pack of followers, too.
As if, Ellen dear. After all, you’re the one who’s gonna be bikini clad for the awards ceremony. Besides, I dont’ need to afford you to keep you away from Exgineer.
Game? What game?
Hey, how come Ellen gets to wear a bikini? That isn’t fair!
Wait. I don’t own any bikinis. I’m not even sure if I have a regular swimsuit. Bother.
Ex is so cute when he gets all Neanderthal. I think.
Wow, big, tough Man Dopers claimed me and fought over me and everything, and I totally missed it! Darn.
So, who won? I mean it’s all the same to me, but I feel like I should know, 'cause my mom’s gonna think it’s funny when I tell her I got claimed by somebody.
Mom: “Claimed?”
Me: Yeah, some guys got all testosteroney and started fighting over us ladies.
Mom: So, someone claimed you?
Me: Well, sorta. You know, like in all those Round Table stories, and legends of olde and whatnot. Something to do with honor, I think.
Mom: I see. And who won your hand?
Me: Well, I’m not sure. It looked like a pretty near thing between welby and Exgineer. But they were also fighting over wintermute. And Rue already called dibs on Lissla and Ellen, but maybe they were up for grabs, too. So I don’t really know.
Mom: That sounds weird.
Me: Mom, how sexy is a Porsche? Is is sexier or less sexy than a Chevette?
Mom: I don’t know. I drive a minivan.
Me: Oh. Thanks anyway.
So, yeah, it would be an awkward conversation.
Kn(sexier than rollerskates. Maybe)ckers
Well I won, of course. There’s no comparison between me, welby of the stunning good looks and rapier wit and Exgineer, neatherthal monkey boy who grunts even when he types.
If that’s okay with you Kn(sexier than a Porsche)ckers.
I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended. Certainly, it’s the first time two handsome, educated and intellegent men have gotten all neanderthal over little ole me!
On one hand, Welby called me “beautiful as a sunrise” (although he’s never met me, because if he had, he’d know that a sunrise is too pale and ephemeral a thing to describe me accurately. I’ve always considered myself more of a sunset kind of gal.) Still, it was very nice, and I thank you, sir.
On the other hand, Exgineer has written poetry about me. And he chose me first, which I find flattering enough to ignore the autocratic way he did so.
So, pros and cons on both sides. Hmmm… Maybe Kn*ckers and I should hook up and skip all this stress.
So, Kn*(sexier than a Lamborghini)ckers, how you doin? You like girls at all?
Game? My game that I made over in Cafe Society! I was getting paranoid nobody wanted to play, but I’ve recruited a few acolytes, so I’m a little happier. But join the fun, me droogies! Literary Acronyms: A Game
More fun than a barrel of monkeys! (Or Exgineers, as the case may be.)
Exgineer is no fun. Besides, he kisses people’s wives. With tongue even. Trust me on this.
And Wintermute, O gorgeous as a sunrise, which is the beginning of the days, in which anything can happen, instead of the end of a day, when everything has already happened, I hope I didn’t offend you.
Besides, if you’ve ever seen a sunrise from the top of a mountain on a misty morning, you’d know how beautiful it can be.
That said, if you and Kn(sexier than a Ferrari)ckers hook up, can I chaperone? Please? I’ll start being nice to Exgineer again.
Ooh, this is getting dirty. Neat.
Well, wintermute, I’ve never gone for gals before, but there’s a first time for everything. Hell, you’re pretty as noontime, so I might have to revise this whole hetero thing.
Flattered as I am by all the brilliant, sexy ape-men and poetry and stuff, it’s just so darn confusing!
Ellen: Love your game. It’s fun! Takes some thinkin’, that’s for sure… I keep trying to come up with stuff, but then my brain freezes up. Right now I’m trying to think of something that’s about AUTOMOBILEs. Having trouble…
Kn(almost as sexy as a toaster)ckers