Wow katya8, 8 posts, and 8
s to your credit. I call that serendipity. Maybe someone will buy you a sense of humour for Christmas.
I don't know about them capybaras, I am suspicious, dlowan. they are up to something, i'd say we drop them like hot potatoes. i saw a few on TV advocating some sort of something, and rasising money for some evil deed. It was on Zoboomofoo, PBS Kids. Highly suspicious.
I think they taste like chicken.
cavfancier wrote:Wow katya8, 8 posts, and 8
s to your credit. I call that serendipity. Maybe someone will buy you a sense of humour for Christmas.
I'm just not using a sufficient number of emoticons. People will begin to misconstrue my meanings, and the profound thoughts with which i hope to grace this site will go awasting . . . so i've decided that i will use an emoticon which will convey to all the serious concerns i have for the issues we discuss . . .
Chicken? With matzo ball crumbs?
Set, that one works for me. It is you, thru and thru, to use intrnanet speling.
Now back to the war plans....the mins are stocking up on beans, roughage and vindaloo in preparation for evil chemical warfare...be afraid...
Yeah, except my tooth ain't in that good of a condition . . .
One tooth is better than none, as they say in Arkansas.
I'll make the Vindaloo extra hot !
Yeah, with them fellers, "tooth"-brush is a literal description . . .
Between this and Slappy's new thread, I'm laughing too hard to respond properly...
This area is filled with peril....loony rabbits destabilized by gross quantities of impure carrot liquor and generations of profoundly unbiblical sex; rabies-crazed dogs and merciless capybaras; ravenous poison Sumac; even a scattering of clowns deranged by brain-burrowing worms.
. . .A2K we know & love.
And our dear Katya8 (is that as in age, or IQ?), who posted in the last thread i looked at . . .
. . . Katya's post is prefaced with an emoticon; i'll give ya three guesses which one, and the first two don't count . . .
I have no idea what Monger is talking about, so here is a bunny with a pancake on it's head. Ha! Our first prisoner...don't waver on us Monger. Not now...
The clown army is getting prepared. Let's face it, there is nothing scarier than an army of clowns.
Naw . . . we already got that . . . it's called the executive branch . . .
