fine bird.
Posted by k on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:59 p.m.
Posted by Oubliette "Macforgetful" MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:10 p.m.
May your leather stay supple forever, and your face paint plentiful.
Unpresents on the way.............
Posted by O! on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:43 p.m.
Your very own food fetcher!
fine bird.
Posted by k on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:59 p.m.
Just in time for Thanksgiving.
G says that's when we eat big chicken thanking me for another virus-free year.
Bird looks good. Moist and tender. Little gamey maybe.
I *like* that in a bird.
O! -- Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:14 p.m.
ex-nay on the ed-hay alk-ta.
Posted by Riot MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:21 p.m.
we might have to give him a seditive...
Posted by O! on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:40 p.m.
I guess I'm not up on the k jive.
G -- Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:44 p.m.
Posted by O! on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:47 p.m.
The Winged One explained all.
No more mention of beheadings from this end.
Posted by Caspian Mac Raeven on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:51 p.m.
III lIEkE fUOOdDD mmOrE
Posted by Raeven on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:58 p.m.
It's not your night, my little red-butted hunny bunny. 'Member?
(sssORrrIeE...)
Posted by K on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:57 p.m.
It's mine!
You don't touch the leather, the skin OR the presents.
Go share with big nose.
Posted by Caspian Mac Raeven on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:05 p.m.
(NNOTTtT soerrri, miie GirRrlIE maEkk mEE sSaaae.)
*smack*
uKaaee. IIII AMMm SSooRiiy... RrReDDDDDDDDD soPPe KrrAaayyONNNN PlEzze noWwW, HHunnNNNi
Posted by Godiva on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:14 p.m.
Ask Melvin, K, Consone or Silas.
You should do what Raeven says.
The first time. With a smile.
You'll feel better.
Posted by Caspian Mac Raeven on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:20 p.m.
ppprRezZZanTt 4 GgoDDDiVva. GggiIrllLyyI sAaa IIII OOooe Uu ffForR NNnaaWttttIeeEe.
IIII ssSorRRyiE 2 YuuU...
gGouuoD tTtooe...
Posted by Godiva on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:28 p.m.
Which is why Galatea and I are going to send Raeven a case of duct tape and teach her the frayed yardstick trick.
And I've got ways of using Tabasco that are not pleasant.
Posted by Raeven MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:36 p.m.
break for my poor bladder and look what he gets himself into. At least his spelling is coming along...
You'll be glad to know that saying sorry to a lady makes him hurl. Thank goodness he flosses.
Posted by Godiva on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:41 p.m.
The word Mushroom may have thrown him off.
He may have thought he was giving me some sort of fungal delicacy.
But I don't do fungus. Of any kind. And he has to learn to ask before using the keyboard. K is getting much better since I switched from duct tape to electrical tape. It stretches you know.
Posted by Raeven MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 10:51 p.m.
But he got his reward for saying sorry. He's happily sucking on a red soap crayon in the bathtub. But I didn't give him any water because of his faux pas. And we'll be doing double time on Miss Manners and Dick and Jane for the next few months.