::waves::
::waves back::
{Well, if I had to get a replicant, at least s/he seem friendly. 
}
Wait a minute. Are [hijack] and [/hijack] two different people? God. This must get confusing…
(But ever so much fun, zoggie!)
Does this mean I’ve [hijacked] [hijack]'s thread?
I’m so sorry!
[/hijack]
Not a problem.
I didn’t expect this, but now I see it comes with the territory.
I’m so CONFUSED! 
just smile, nod, and walk away…
Wait! Come back! Really…this thread’s back on [hijack]'s topic now.
Honest!
[/hijack]
Hey! I like these trolls! Can we keep them? I’ll take real good care of them and walk them every day and clean up after them–no, I guess the mods have to do that–and hug them and dress them up in frilly little costumes and put on sock puppet shows with them!
Can we keep them? Huh? Huh? Can we?
::perk::
Trolls? Did somebody say trolls?
Where? Where?
Hey! They have email addresses in their profiles and everything. Guess they aren’t trolls. Sorry for the mixup.
You can have them back. I don’t want them anymore.
:wally
So, what would win in a fight… the Enterprise or a Star Destroyer?
Enterprise A, B, C, D, or E?
ooooh dejavu…
still votes for the destroyer
One o’ the Fearsome Foursome checking in… though I see our resident hijacker Nymysys has been here already. And as we all know, it’s AAN.
Please resume normal operations.
The shaggy dog story:
So this aspiring job aplicant goes to his potential boss’ house. As he enter’s the yard, a canine head peeks around from the back yard. The body quickly follows, and the fellow sees what a huge dog this is, and tenses up. The shaggy dog warily approaches, growling. Its ugly coat is unkempt, dirty, and as it gets closer, its stench is abhorent. But the man regains his wits, remembering how dogs react to fear, and shouts, “No! Bad dog!” attempting to sound authoritative. Fortunately, the dog backs down.
The fellow continues on to the door, with the dog, obviously defending his territory, keeping a close eye on him. As he reaches for the front buzzer, he hears a growl emerge from the dog, but an angry stare from the man quiets the dog quickly enough. The businessman comes to the door, and lets them both in.
The interview itself is fairly straightforward, except for the interference from the host’s giant dog. At one point, it even nips at his arm! But the businessman doesn’t even rebuke the dog, requiring the interviewee to rap the dog’s nose with his knuckles to free his arm. Other times, it starts growling again, circling around, but the interviewee makes sure he never turns his back on the dog, and no other attack has to be fended off.
As the interview concludes, the man gets up to leave, and mentions to his host, “It’s been a good interview, thanks, though I do wish you had left your dog outside, or kept him in another room while we talked.”
The host looks stunned for a second. “My dog? I thought he was your dog!”
I’ve never had a dog.
I had bunnies and kitties and hamsters and fish.
Let’s fish around in the cooler.
I think some cold ones are under the cold cuts, but don’t cut yourself.
Brewski for youski, [hijack] !
I suppose at the end of each post, you could sign [/hijack].
Have fun! I like it at SDMB, and I hope you will, too.
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sigh I wish I had a replicant…