Didn’t I already say that, you crazy mercreature? I hope this clears up the fact that not only is this coming out of my ass, it certainly isn’t material!
Looks like you win this time! But I’ll be back with less sensical things to say! MWmwmwmwahahahhaa!
…Well, I know we look a little grubby, but we haven’t bathed in two days. But we do look charming against the mountain view.
…And that would be our obnoxious Auzzie friend, he’s such a bounder. The only way we knew he was still on the trek was the sound of his hacking cough drifting down from mountain shrubberies.
…And, of course, we passed many piles of rock…
You know, that part was actually quite lovely.
This thing has taken a life of its own, I’m starting to get concerned.
Its begining to grow out of control, we must not feed it anymore.
You all must fight the urge, the tempation, to post.
THE MADNESS MUST STOP BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!!!
Morning! (for the next 12 minutes anyway…)
pets thread
I see we’re doing good this morning. Excellent.
Carry on.
You’ll be happy to know that your wives have already made plans for this, sweetness. After all, we did marry you because you’re an animal. 
Arden, now I know why I married you. You sure know how to make a guy feel loved.
That, too. But if I remember right, lust had an awful lot to do with it, my pet
:: glances up at the slide show ::
Why, that’s … um… lovely.
Okay, I have an idea. Everyone stop posting right now. Because, as we all know, that’s the only way this thread will die. So, yeah. Don’t post. Or something.
…by now I’m not really ‘enjoying’ the trek, per se. As you can see from this slide.
The bastards trick you by putting the hardest part (highest pass) along the second day at about noon. This means there is no going back, only forward, ever forward.
See here, those wee tiny specks in the distance, yeah, that’s our group. We aren’t even trying to keep up any more.
But the views, oh my, how very lovely.
Did I ever tell you guys I was very young when I was born?
I also look a lot like myself.
Carry on.
Er nope I don’t wanna carry on…I want this to stop right now!!!
But how Odie, how?
Easy fierra, don’t answer my post…
Just checking in. My what a lovely crowd we’ve got here.
Hey Oldie, fierra. I trust you slept well.
Corvus, Plavacek, ElusiveMiser dudes!
imthjckaz,Saint Zero,Totoro How ya doin?
Arden_Ranger,Dire Wolf,Silver Fire, Check, Check, Check
Oh and let’s not forget the entertainment committee Mr. and Mrs. elbows, keep up the lovely work.
There are still some unaccounted for but I trust they will turn up in due time. Carry on
How did I get ranked with the dudes? What does a rank of dude actually mean?
Once upon a time, there was a happy little Wumpus named Harry. Harry lived up on a grassy hill. It was a happy hill. The happy grassy hill’s name was Larry.
One sunshiny day, Harry came down from his hill to get some chocolate pudding and coffee beans. That was his third favorite food, losing a hotly-contested race to pig fat and mushrooms with beer.
Anyways, while Harry was trying to get the pudding, along came a wicked turnip. It didn’t like Harry, because he was happy and it was sad. Sad people don’t like happy people. If you are a happy person, don’t hang out with sad people, for reasons we will shortly explain.
The turnip waltzed up to Harry, and said “Pffft!”
This made Harry sad. He did not like being "Pffft"ed. He did not like it at all.
But, since Harry was no longer happy, the turnip decided they could be friends. Flipper in root, they walked off to get some fat-fried, mushroom-beer topped pudding with coffee beans. Then Larry, who was now a lonely happy hill, erupted and killed them both.
The End.
This thread is just way too long now. Everyone stop posting. Really.
OK I will Silver…
Good to hear, Odie.
…but I’m weak.
Lift weights. Try Yoga.