Monkey, according to Coldie 
<…runs like the wind >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Beats me…maybe you could ask my Mom? 
OK, if that was a crap thing to remember then I want to apologise straight away. I have no idea what most of you look like and my stupid comment was……stupid. Damn I hate even the thought of saying something that might offend someone.
I blame Coldie, my mother, the Church of England and very poor judgement. Not necessarily in that order. Please accept my unreserved apologies Tater, I’m absolutely certain you are as beautiful as you are funny.
Coldie, that’s another fine mess you got me into.
I’m good at that, London. But this time, it’s all TATERS fault 
No need to apologise, L.C., I could see the evil hand of Coldfire at work the whole time.
Seriously, I’m a little Scottish, English, Irish, and German on the other side. So, I guess you’ll only like about 1/8 of me?
Well, if you’re sense of humour is German, you’re cooking English, you’re accent Scottish and you’re ability to offer directions Irish, then 1/8th is pushing it. But somehow I think the odds are greater than that.
BTW, where was the Welsh guy when all of this was going on ?
Hey, tater, do you have some Dutch in you?
…
Want some?
ducks and runs as fast as the wind
BTW, no fair. “Bye, Coldy, I’m off to bed, talk to you later!!” ICQ log-off. Then this post, 10 minutes later. Liar
Make that your, your your and your
Coldy, some advice:
Sending somebody a picture of a sexy chick, then slowing down your typing…then saying “sorry, one hand”, it’s well, icky. Maybe it’s a series of unrelated events, but I wasn’t sticking around to see.
(and really, I was just saying hi really quick to a friend, so there)
London Calling, you funny. I like you much better than Coldy. Maybe even as much as I like S. Norman. If you can’t make it to this one, let’s plan on getting together the next time, kay?
Duke, that sucks! Dealing with all of that immigration stuff is b.s., thus spake the girl who had to get her tickets in her maiden name because she hasn’t bothered to switch yet. It’s only been five years, so I’m cool. Are you an American? Aren’t we the most bestest, most glamorous, most neat-o-finto-est people on the face of this planet? <----everybody but Clogboy may ignore that.
Moosie, just wanted to say hi. And do the happy giggles dance with you. Wooohooooo! Just 16 more days to go. Oh, and I got your message this morning and I couldn’t agree more. Totatlly.
Sheesh, you leave the board for the weekend and everybody starts plotting. I tried to figure out who was scheming against whom, but it gets too complicated, so let it be known: I’ll join any conspiracy, provided the perks are convincing and, of course, that I won’t have to give up my front row seat for the Lady Doper Pillowfight. I might even be convinced to join several conspiracies at once.
BTW, tater says, in her devastatingly charming way:
<Spiny tips hat towards London and thumbs nose towards Amsterdam> - YES! - make room for the Viking.
Can’t wait!
S. Norman
I call S. Norman for my team!
Do I get a say in the matter ? No ? It’s just that I noticed the term “the happy giggles dance” in one of your posts, and I categorically refuse to participate in that. That, and any experimentation with banana-juice in my beer. <shudder>
S. Norman
S. Norman is no longer any fun. He has become staid and boring, probably from living amongst Germans for far too long. I am now switching over to Twistycake’s side. That is unless that delish London Calling shows up…now he’s a guy I could plot evil with!
Mornin’ abnormal Norman and spud-u-like (it’s a jacket poe-tay-toe chain round these here parts in case ya didn’t know).
Hmmm… London senses he’s becoming a cunning girlie plot devise to get spud’s real A Team champing at the bit even more. Next chapter prediction: Globe-trotter angles in on spud’s old turf just to confuse the mentally deprived males just a tad more.
But what do I care…I’d love to meet all of you and spud, love to meet all of you too but alas, I fear I’m far too rude and challenging for a sweet young thing like yourself. Mere evil, pah !
Deeply envious of all at attending the gathering….it’s going to be a corker.
Make room for the Viking?? I think not. Go invade Scotland or something. But watch out for those nasty weeds - and I’m not talking reefer here!
All this scheming and plotting is pathetic, BTW. My Evil Plot is so secret, the participants themselves don’t even know they’re in it.
Except me. Cuz I’m Da Big Bad Plot Scheming Daddy!!
UGH What’s in that here yoghurt? “Lactobacillus Caseï Mastersonus”! Ewww
Damn. Lack of sleep is messing with my head, obviously. I’m going to hit submit now…
In other words, it’s such a secret that even you don’t have a clue.
Get some rest before Dublin, dude, otherwise you won’t be able to keep up with the rest of us. 
Oh. Dear. CheeseHead has a plot. Whatever. Shall. I. do? I may as well give up now. Boo Hoo. Somebody please snuggle me. I am scared.
Ewwwww…Moosie doesn’t want my sloppy seconds. And alas, the person who I most want on this board, my dear curmedgeonly Obfuscariast isn’t even reading this. Plus, I think his wife could kick my ass. Ha! You have no idea what my true goal in all of this plotting and scheming is.
Twistycakes, you’d better keep your mouth shut, hear?
::packs herself away in Globie’s suitcase::: Wish I could be there with you guys!!!
Wish you were coming as well, Sue! sigh