She beat me to 1000. 
Whether you’re fat or slim bubble your ting.
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng.
–Wyclef Jean
Hey vogue, could you give Dem back his thunder?? He’s really gonna need it this weekend.
Happy 1000, Sweets.
I will not torment the emotionally frail.
Well, congrats anyway, ya second stringer. 
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Congrats homie! Happy 1,000!
Dominus ex equo descendit, villamque intravit.
Crikey! I’ve lost my mojo!
Hey Demo hun,
Whoooooo Hoooooooo for you!
I beat you by one day…and you signed on 2 days before me you slacker < giggle >
It’s okay, the festivities over my 1000th has died down, it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be 
kidding.
< popping in Pink Floyd for Demo’s celebration >
Hey Dem!
Wanna race to 2000?
I brought; the jalepeno poppers, popcorn, veggie dish with real ranch dressing, chips and salsa, meat and cheese plate and a keg of Molson — sheesh Demo, you are an expensive buddy, but worth it 
::voguevixen returns Demo’s thunder with a broken wheel and dead batteries.::
Er, maybe she won’t notice?
Now there’s nothing unexpected about the water giving out; “Land” is not a word we have to shout.
Jeeze…Dem signed on months after I did and he’s already up to 1,000 posts! hmm…maybe I could padmy post count…
Dominus ex equo descendit, villamque intravit.
LOL Doob, you could pull a Carl (no offense Carl, I think it’s funny) and post about 10 of the same post in a row.
All I can say is that you both (Dem and techchick) are slackers. I shall catch and overtake you yet.
Just watch. Now that I have a computer at home, I shall be unstoppable.
<raises pitcher and quaffs a long draught of Molson>
Now then, pass me one of them cigars and I’ll tell you a story:
After having their 11th child, an Alabama couple decided that was enough. So, the husband went to his doctor and told him that he and his wife didn’t want to have any more children. The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem. The doctor instructed him to go home, get a cherry bomb (fireworks are legal in Alabama), light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to his ear and count to 10.
The Alabamian said to the doctor, “I may not be the smartest man, but I don’t see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me.”
So, the couple drove to Georgia to get a second opinion. The Georgia physician was just about to tell them about the procedure for a vasectomy when he noticed that they were from Alabama. This doctor instead told the man to go home and get a cherry bomb, light it, place it in a beer can, hold it next to his ear and count to 10.
Figuring that both learned physicians couldn’t be wrong, the man went home, lit a cherry bomb, and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”, at which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs, and resumed counting on his other hand…
Can anyone top that?
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
Ouch! - from Alabama.
Well, don’t get offended. You can insert any place or ethnicity into that and come up with the same effect. Try substituting “canadian” for “Alabama”… it’s hilarious.
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
Sorry Democritus, but to the victor go the spoils. (hands crown to voguevixen)
Second is better than nothing. Your consolation prize is … (rummages through satchel) a brain buzzer! With this baby, you should have enough energy to beat her to 1100.
This motivated me to check my own totals… and now I’m depressed.
I’ve been posting since November with this SN, and I’ve missed every landmark. I SWORE to myself I was going to notice 300… and it slipped by again. Damn, damn, damn.
–John
When I get up near 400, lemme know, ok?
'Twis brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gymble in the wabe.
Mimsy were the borogroves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
Now, now, Demo,honey…don’t get yer shorts bunched up in a knot because Voguevixen “finished” first. Honestly, women at least are impressed by men who do NOT (ahem!) rush the process and then chortle, “I won! I won!”
Oh dear…oh my…that wasn’t the thunder you were referring to?? ::blushes::
Well, in that case congratulations and, uh, have a Beck’s, m’kay? Think I’ll wander over to the munchies table.
Veb
It’s the running around the room with the foam #1 hand that really gets me!
Now there’s nothing unexpected about the water giving out; “Land” is not a word we have to shout.