Poor Bluesman. No sooner do I persuade him to come join our little community, than the proverbial bad apples come along and spoil it for everyone.
Due to some misbehavior on the public computers where Bluesman is now, he is no longer allowed to access message boards/chat rooms.
He wanted me to tell everyone that he enjoyed meeting you, and he’ll be back in June, and that he can still get e-mail, so if anyone wants to say hi, he’d be more than happy to hear from you.
It’s more than that. This is the secret dirty war against the Blue People. THEY envy our special powers and abilities. Our purpose here is peaceful and all we desire is your total assimilation into the BLUE.
Well, we’re on to THEM. All attack orders will be coordinated to our world-wide cells via the next Blue’s Clues program. Yeah, Steve has been our puppet for quite a while now.
Excuse us for now, we have to avenge Bluesman.
Fleetlord Bluepony,
Orbiting In the Mothership
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren ZevonBlues? I love the blues.
I was in a Chi nightclub once, and the band was grooving. They had their eyes closed and they were getting down, and then I saw the white sax player peeking so I…
I gotta go. The dog ate the sandwich my wife made for me and I have to get him to a vet.
Dubbed The Skunk of Holes by some putz who’s name I have fortunately forgotten.
I have Big Mama Thorton in the cd player right now. She sings the blues. And quite effectively.
Bluepony: Ssshhh…I think they’re on to us.
I think we’ve got a gang war on our hands.
The casualty count now stands at:
Blue -1 (Bluesman)
Purple -1 (PurpleCrackwhore)
TO ARMS!