Search results

Attica! Attica! Attica! *Promptly goes through checklist of what we need for the heist. Frisbee? Mmm, we lost it last night. Rubber Chicken? Oh yeah, Animal ate it. Wax lips? Better ask Zoot if he had them in his other pants. Okay, let's go get lost!

If she starts drowning, we'll toss her a line. Something like... Why'd they bring the igloo? Or... Poor fellow, he lost his nose. I wonder how he'll smell. Or one of my childhood faves... Where were you when the lights went out?

Don't sweat it Pin... We're all lost before being found. :D

Yeah... There's a party all the time for them who choose. *Fails to notice little Doozer hardhats conveying the bowl of raisins away. *Uncle D boogying with Spammy in his inimittable style, if you can call it that, at least he's keeping up with the lifeguard even if he doesn't show it.

Hey man... Don't blame the dynamite if you can't light the fuse. *Party music starts playing out of nowheres.

Hey Scoot, I have both of these, but I needs your addy to send them.

These have been sent. :sing:

You should have it now. A true blue song for a thread red liner.

*Reads review by Prawny. What's that? Kermit can't bat an eye you say? You know what our answer to that is... Yes he can, nictotating membranes! ! ! :zany:

Can get you True Blue Miracle, just need your addy first.

Hmmm... *Thinking about stuff with those same old blahs. *Soft tinkling from the organ can be heard, playing a melody that sort of reflects the cold rainy mood.

*Serving Gaffer her Kitty Crunchies... Count's taking care of Fata's meal. Uncle D, poking at a muffin: Thank boo Spammy dear. Now then, what deviltry can we think of for today? *Spots people leaving for work in that old red rowing shell. Mmm, the streets must not have completely...

Max, you doomkof... Then again, we shouldn't blame him, he probably hasn't kept up with Sesame's renovations throughout the years. If he had, he'd know not to throw away that U and put it up to complete the Furry Arms Hotel's name. But at least he's on Sesame. Was Sandra meant to be Jackie...

Hi there... Update please? Thank you. :)

*Me, just listening to MCr... Fata and Gaffer are playing with a ball of yarn amongst them... Count's napping after counting all the thunderclaps from this afternoon's storm... Uncle D's skulking about, trying to prod some fanfic out of hiding while checking on the goings-on of other...

Well... At least you can unflag it, right? Silly peoples is peoples.

Wha? It's your own blog, your own written article, your own posting... How could anyone else mark that as spammage? :confused:

Just made a few additions... Hopefully this will lead to those certain authors updating their unfinished works so they can be moved up in rank to the other shelf. :shifty

*In rusty Tin Man voice: Uup-daaate! Uup-daaaate! Pleeeease?

*After getting the notice from Kathy... Gaffer, c'mere kitty. *An orangeish furball peers out blearily. Hey there Gaffer. Kathy said you could stay with Fata and me till she feels better. That sound okay? *She purrs an okay, pushing her kitty bowl out. *Count grabs it as Fata prods her...