What’s that feeling? It’s all tingly, like… like… like a repressed memory trying to fight its way to the surface…
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
Nope, don’t remember anything. Nothing at all. I can’t hear you. La la la la la la! Applesauce? I don’t even know what that is! A sauce made out of apples?! I’d like to see that! No, wait, I wouldn’t. Definitely not.
Gotta go!
You all are cracking me up.
Coldie, I wanna hear more about the Bavarian nunnery. :eek: Please? PLEASE?
I won’t tell anybody, I promise! 
Jake, there was no nunnery. Got it? GOT IT???
I can see why you guys prefer to communicate by e-mail – preferably encrypted.
Lord God, they’ve gone bonkers.
Gone? You make it sound like something’s changed.
Pull yourself together, man! We’ve discussed repressed memories here, and they’re notoriously innacurate! Mere suggestibility! Piffle!
[sub]Subtlely coded message: Oh, howdydoody, Giraffe is tingling. It could be just the usual but maybe we should send him a mug or something for distraction.[/sub]
Whatever you think you recall, it was not–NOT–Dext in his birthda…umph… museum-loaner swim suit. Truly. Honestly.
There’s a whole bus-load of Prozac and Maalox-addled Bavarian nuns who’ll swear to the same thing. The fact that they have a whole new resort-and-abbey dedicated to St. Cecil is merest coincidence.
Veb
[sub] I thought there were rules about leaving live witnesses[/sub]
Well, that’s a relief! I knew those disturbingly arousing images had to be my imagination…
Now where can I get some of that Maalox?