Why Mistah Swampy, I DO declare! titter
{coyly drops kerchief, bends and retrieves it}
How was that for flirting? Hunh? Hunh? (yeah, I’m outta practice too, although I do try and do some flirtin’ with the wife, but she usually says things like ‘put some pants on, you’ll scare the animals’ and stuff. She’s no fun, dammit!)
EX Noooooooooooooooo! Don’t leave us! You CAN’T go! {drops another kerchief in despair}
Merry, no Management’s not in mawphiya, but they made ME go inside, for a bit. It was like one of those Stallone movies, where you have to go inside and get the truth out of someone. Except it was really, real and it was scary. Let me go on the record right now saying ‘I don’ wanna go to mawphiya, cos it’s scary’. Oh, and Swampy if I might borrow from your own parlance, ‘Day-um’, cos that’s what I wanted to say, except I was trying not to speak. Or make eye contact. Nosireebob! Yipes!
Why thank you Tuppy. I dunno why I always post late, I could say it’s cos of work and being busy and all, but I suspect there’s some kind of Time Paradox thing going on here. Like if I tried to post on a monday, when there is no MMP yet, I’d disrupt the space-time continuum, and it’d mean that events that were s’posed to happen wouldn’t, all cos I posted on a monday. So… it’s a good thing I post late. Really! phew (I think they’ll believe that, it sounds plausible, and all, doens’t it?).
I better go renew… $7? That means it’s like… yeah, a Billion gazillion bucks for me, just like Lissla said! Damn economic disparity! Blah blah blah!
oh, and Lissla, just to ensure Mr Lissar has something to grouch about this week {drops kerchief coyly, etc etc etc}. Taxim? Sound rather um… blushes
So howsabout that Swampy the ‘Puter-healer, hunh? Ain’t he summin’?
still blushing