Posted by Bec on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 2:49 p.m.
sorry. Clueless as always. Who is leatherboy and why?
Posted by Sorcha Dee - the lowly camp follower (I live to serve him) on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 3:12 p.m.
I wonder if it chaffes.....
Godiva -Koncubine -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 3:52 p.m.
Posted by Melvin on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 4:14 p.m.
I've never noticed any chafing on k, but then I've never looked--except for that time in Nicaragua when we were getting those tattoos from that little Asian guy with the eye patch--but then I was mostly distracted by Big G stabbing that little red-headed voodoo doll---(Not Richie, the K'Stupe) with that pencil. I wonder if that curse she bought from that batwoman ever worked out? If so, the stupe's orifices all closed up and it *sure* sucks to be him.
Now, if you fall asleep with olives under your eye lids--that stings, baby.
But it makes an interesting facial contortion to amuse your friends.
Ooops. I think that was the door. Gotta go.
(*Honey, is that you? Did you pick up any olives? You know we're almost out....*)
Posted by Galatea on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:22 p.m.
I told you to stay OFF the internet. What do you think you're doing?
*Don't* you even start to tell me Janet Tripp set you up. I don't care *what* grisly tokens you've given Monica to pay her off to lie for you.
Besides, it sounds like you are calling Richie a stupe here! I know you meant the K'stupe, but these other nice people don't.
You know where the duct tape is. Go get it. And the step ladder.
Stop that sniveling or I'll give you something to REALLY cry about!
Posted by k on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 4:27 p.m.
Little g made me take it off. Threatened to use 'Junior' on me if I didn't
Good think immortal behinds heal reall well. Not a scar and soft as a ......never mind.
g always uses Johnson's baby powder on me. Almost as much fun as hanging tinsel.
Posted by Godiva on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:42 p.m.
Get away from that keyboard.
What have I told you about touching my things?
You're gonna *wish* I removed all your body hair wtih duct tape when I'm through with you.
Hand over the remote. That's right. And the dustbuster too.
Now go fetch 'junior'.
Posted by Melvin on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 6:02 p.m.
Shall I send over a Jet Li clone to distract her?
Posted by GODIVA- POLKA GODDESS on Thursday, 6 August 1998
And you can drop the feeble tricks.
They won't work on me.
Who do you think cornered the market on olives?
Bwa ha ha ha!
Posted by Galatea on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:26 p.m.
So *that's* what happened to Lyndon and Ladybird's youngest and little known "late-in-life" baby, Dirtybird. You had him ground to powder in the kompound!
Please tell me Melvin was NOT involved in this.
By the way, I thought you and Melvin gave Junior a black helicopter ride to the swamps of Paraguay? Chicken out? (Not that I blame you. *I* wouldn't mess with a naked woman who's really p.o.ed!)
Posted by g on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:39 p.m.
And Junior is the long, sharp, pointy thing that will be accompanying me overseas soon.
I gave K the choice. He would remove the offending tattoo ink from his heinie or I would do it for him.
You should have seen him doing contortions with a hand mirror in one hand and a bowie knife in the other.
I did make a KFC run that night to solace him.
And I got a Michael Keaton Video retrospective from Blockbuster.
And the roses were never better that year.
Why do I get the feelin' I'm missing something?
Sorcha Dee - the lowly camp follower (I live to serve him) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 4:37 p.m.
Posted by Godiva -Kommandant of the Kompound on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:04 p.m.
Obviously not a bootlicker.
Take a few hours to tour the Kompound.
Things should clear up soon.
Posted by Sorcha Dee - the lowly camp follower on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:15 p.m.
No, I am not a boot-licker...I'm just real accomodating, okay?!
I bookmarked your site...wait'll my best friend hears about this...she's mad for Leatherboy, you understand.
Why did you start the tour with the bathroom? Does Kronos spend a lot of time in there, hmm? And what's in the library? Curiosity is the leading cause of daeth in this area (aside from boredom)....
Posted by Godiva -Kommandant on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:28 p.m.
Always point out where the restrooms are first.
The Library contains sensitive material. Only for those that can prove they are over the age of consent. Then there must be the appropriate groveling.
Plan on spending a lot of time exploring. It is a veritable maze. 37.7 MB at last count.
Posted by Sorcha Dee - TLCF (the ACCOMODATING one) on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:31 p.m.
I managed to blunder my way back here.
Posted by Melvin on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:46 p.m.
It's pretty dang crowded in here with all those Tommy Lee Jones clones and badgers. And now that goofy Lewinski girl keeps sending me dresses. And they haven't even been laundered, if you know what I mean!
Posted by Silas on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:50 p.m.
Don't forget to get paid up front, either.
Posted by Melvin on Friday, 7 August 1998, at 7:38 a.m.
And she loves to see me in a pinafore.
Sorcha Dee - TLCF (the ACCOMODATING one) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:56 p.m.
Hey, stay out of my olives if you visit our suite!
Posted by Melvin on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:29 p.m., in response to
There's a world wide shortage on the horizon--something to do with the millennia bug and space lab, but I'm not sure what.
Shh. You didn't hear it from me.
Don't ask; don't tell.
Sh*t! Here comes big G with the duct tape! Damn. Gotta run. Fast!
Sorcha Dee - TLCF (the ACCOMODATING one) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:33 p.m.
Posted by k on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:35 p.m.
Can't you stand still for just a bit?
Try waving a bottle of Hershey's syrup in front of her face and saying
"You're getting hungry....hungry......drop the duct tape."
Sorcha Dee - TLCF (the ACCOMODATING one) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:35 p.m.
Posted by Melvin on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:50 p.m.
Remember...she teaches junior high. Mind like a steel trap. Or a trapped seal. I can never remember exactly what she uses for a metaphor. At any rate, it's humid here today and the tape doesn't stay sticky long. I've already worked my arms loose, see? Also I took the precaution of greasing myself with mazola. I can slip right out and I'm all ready for bed later.
That's the beauty of it.
I'll appease her with cherry jello. Also I put on my angst act. Lots of crying and begging forgiveness. Gets her every time. Heh heh heh.
Posted by k on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:56 p.m.
Not quite sure what. But 'in progress' no doubt.
You use mazola? I favor Crisco myself. And it's great for frying. You really have to watch those teachers. Man. Give me a bunch of horseman raping and pillaging across two continents any day. Them teachers are scary.
Little g favors watermelon jello. With cool whip.
But the tears never work on her so I don't bother. You know what water does to leather.
Sorcha Dee - TLCF (the ACCOMODATING one) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 5:58 p.m.
If this is still the HL forum, you people really need to, get a clue!
Confused -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 6:42 p.m.
Godiva-Koncubine, Kommandant, Polka Goddess, keeper of the finger-licking lips and *his* time with Cassie-ho, wearer of the ancient skate key (no matter what that doppleganger guy says.) -- Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 6:55 p.m.
Posted by Melvin on Friday, 7 August 1998, at 7:44 a.m.
Where shall I shelter? Why, here of course! It's my home.
Forumland the Brave. Heh heh heh.
Posted by Socks the First Cat on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 7:17 p.m.
It's so good to see you posting again. I thought the clones and midgets had silenced you two forever. Guess it was just big G and the ever shrinking little g keeping tabs on you.
Life in El Casa de Blanco sucks. Ken Starr is always following me around, trying to slip me the big 'S'. I've managed to dodge him so far - but I think the stupid mutt rolled over for some Scooby Snacks.
Too bad about the tattoos. They were kewl.
Posted by Chelsea C on Thursday, 6 August 1998, at 7:46 p.m.
I'm gone for what, less than a year? And the Casa de Blanca goes to heck in a handbasket.
Did you break into the computer room again? Good to hear you're holding out.
Wow, Mom and Dad are up to their eyeballs in this dress *thing* huh? That d@am dog. I knew he'd spill the beans. Still peaved about that *snipping* episode, no doubt.
Can't wait to see how Dad gets out of this one. I'm sure he's been ducking, flying frying pans for months now. Geez, he should know better than to piss off a lady lawyer.
btw, *I* was introduced to her as *cousin* Monica...like I wouldn't know!!!
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