Search results

Weekend... Wait for it. And shouldn't you be updating your own stories Ru... Hmmm? *Taps fingers non-jelantly (SP?)

Then mayhaps you can help a blind bat out by informing me as to just who's in on this musical Muppety mayhem Ru? Please? Beats nagging for more story. Hee.

Hee... And here I just made those positions up based on your names/locations and junk. Glad you like 'em. *Refills glass with orange juice. Here are those doughnuts you ordered Erin. Must remember to thank Sarah Y, she runs the bakery you know. Mmm, mil and Boston Scream.

*Back at the Moppet's home... Ivan, listening to music while doing some homework: Oh... Maybe that lovely Vanessa will want... Nah, she's probably got a ton of guys fawning and falling over her. Well, not literally, she'd have to avoid those types of men altogether... From falling on top of...

Aw... That's OK Sis... We like you just the same. *Hugs. BTW: Didn't know you were online, would've contacted yu instead about numbering stuff. Is sokay, I sent it on to Beth. We can talk through gmail if you prefer.

And now... We take you to a secret ceremony taking place at the RHLC's headquarters, at the point where it adjons the SM Lounge/Lodge. Trudging into the closet entrance to the Senior Lounge/Lodge, tapping can be heard upon the brick that admits newly crowned SM's into the facilities for...

Yep... Especially when you consider they performed that song at Jim's funeral services, or so it's been said either by Brian or here on the boards.

*Bonks Bo on head. What does she need to get on MSN for when you can talk to her through your gmail addies like we have? Seriously... Bo... *Munchkin mob jabs Bo with skewers for good measure before checking reservations with the guy guarding the green gated doors.

OCC: OCC? What's that stand for? Thought it was OOC. Maybe that's code for Out Clubbing Custodian. Anyway... What's this troubles ju are having hokay? Adam: Yeah Sis... You need a place to stay or something? Me: Seriously Christy... Talk to us, we'll find a way to gt your characters...

Good... We'll be waiting for that insanely long chapter you've been chatting up as soon as you can post it. Just hope that Hamlet's not the one they lampooned on MST3K from 60's Germanmade-for-TV movie studios.

Yeah... You maybe mentioned it somewhere else. But hopefully you're not too busy to drop in here once in a while and ctch up with all your friends who miss you turribly Sis. *Hugs, post more story when you can!

Hmmm... Wonder if they have Wilkins 5 brand at Sis'snew place. Either that or some Java. *Trumpet music starts up. Heh, good thing I don't drink the stuff. Maybe she'd be interested in getting Theresa from MT's Coffee Place... Or maybeJim'd be glad to lend her a hand. She also mentioned...

Yeah... Just wanted to mention it in here to see what reaction it'd get. And lost in all of this is the fact that Robert Novak... Well, let's just run with the theory put out by Jon Stewart. Richard Round Table? Sure, if that's what you want to call it. Comfy reclining chairs and...

Okey-doky Bosy. *Scats the ditty while leaving, knowing that Bo's gotsta face the music when Christy gets here.

Hey Prawny... When you get the chance, could you please send me a full copy of this awesome story? Thanks.

Hey Lisa... Hope you got the part in your school musical. If you need help with the fanfics, LMK as my door/PM/gmail's open and we can talk about it.

Mmm, yes... "It's In His Kiss", otherwise known as "The Shoop-Shoop Song" recorded by Betty Everett and then rerecorded by Ms. Ronstadt. An oldie but a goodie. And I said this already, but congratulations on SM-hood Erin! We now have all six original founding members of the RHLC at their...

*Sigh... Maybe Uncle D'd like to just skulk down here and we can talk about some mutual acquaintances of his and the Count's from the netherworld. Or I could just get my act in gear and start posting... *Hears news from news girl. Oh yes, before I forget... *Leaves three little white...

Munchkin Mob: You're not going ahny waare boy-o! Take 'em to the wizard's house! He'll toss 'em in the dungeons... He'll tear and fetter 'em... He'll grind their bones into dust to make his bread... Ooh, we're off to go see the... *Scene fades out as the mob of munchkins dressed in a haze...

That's OK Bo... "Life" as we call it can sometimes take over. Offered to run MC BB/LS for you, if that helps. Oh, and I think you might have some 'splaining to do to Christy about a certain baby Moppet.