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  • View author's info posted on Sep 19, 2006 at 12:53


    The lone ranger is of on a trip, he'll be home soon, to catch up on all thats going on.
    Spect your rooster was a used on and Katie 's getting cold feet, doesnt fancy being a bartered bride. Looks like ive been jilted, so all alone, poor ol' Ranger, no one wants him.
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  • View author's info posted on Sep 19, 2006 at 10:04


    Did you two tire out before your honeymoon? What do I do with your gifts???

    Where is the longderangeder and has he taken up with tonto? Does KT know?

    Did I use a faulty white rooster?
  • View author's info posted on Sep 15, 2006 at 15:23


    loneranger06 write:
    Katie, are you trying to tell me im a right plonker, and leave the reception all to you. All ive got to do is arrange the mooning round the honey bit. How do you fancy romantic Dunk Island.


    No thanks. My ex took me there on my FIRST honeymoon.
  • View author's info posted on Sep 15, 2006 at 15:00


    Katie, are you trying to tell me im a right plonker, and leave the reception all to you. All ive got to do is arrange the mooning round the honey bit. How do you fancy romantic Dunk Island.
  • View author's info posted on Sep 15, 2006 at 12:31


    katiegrlK2B write:
    loneranger06 write:
    TribalSSS, can we have the reception at the Testicle Festival, that would be real novel, talk about being caught by the goolies, just imagine showing the kids their parents wedding.
    Watcha think Katie, your awful quiet for a bride to be


    The man gets to arrange the honeymoon, NOT the reception! I can just imagine if we invited everybody here to the wedding, what they'd do to our reception if it were at a Testicle Festival!!!! My god, the decorations and cake alone!!!


    Don't get too testy over the testy fest!!! Ahhhh! Your first fight...so adorable! Now you two work it out and live happily ever after!!!

    Rocky Mountain Oysters are renowned aphrodisiacs. Look at the population of Montana for living proof!

    (let me crib this for you: the population of Montana is miniscule).
  • View author's info posted on Sep 15, 2006 at 09:13


    Haha Katie we COULD sing..."BIG BALLS IN COWTOWN".....lol
  • View author's info posted on Sep 15, 2006 at 02:11


    loneranger06 write:
    TribalSSS, can we have the reception at the Testicle Festival, that would be real novel, talk about being caught by the goolies, just imagine showing the kids their parents wedding.
    Watcha think Katie, your awful quiet for a bride to be


    The man gets to arrange the honeymoon, NOT the reception! I can just imagine if we invited everybody here to the wedding, what they'd do to our reception if it were at a Testicle Festival!!!! My god, the decorations and cake alone!!!
  • View author's info posted on Sep 14, 2006 at 05:46


    TribalSSS, can we have the reception at the Testicle Festival, that would be real novel, talk about being caught by the goolies, just imagine showing the kids their parents wedding.
    Watcha think Katie, your awful quiet for a bride to be
  • View author's info posted on Sep 14, 2006 at 03:02


    TripleS write:
    katiegrlK2B write:
    TripleS write:

    loneranger06 write:
    While TripeSS is cleansing her flared orifices of putrid squid the StonedRanger is proud of his hard tack, but FishyWeeMissy having her roots in Ecosse only has soft Oaties and they are nice to nibble on especially with a wee bit o'cream. The only way to halt DisplacedeSSS is grit the ice, boy them Southern Grits you can use them for just about anything, just dont eat'em



    Waving white rooster and...TheLoneDeranger and KTGargoyle are married. Ha! Fisty is the flower girl.

    Thanks for the fish.


    You can't just go marrying me off to whomever you want!!!! I HAVE RIGHTS!!! I'm saving myself for a man I KNOW! Sorry Loner Anger. Long distance, arranged marriages have never worked for me.

    :D


    I have the power to couple people up against their will. Didn't you get the memo?

    The LoneDerangeder is relocating to CN, not to worry. And remember Triples is a nice name for a boy or a girl...

    You two make the cutest couple!


    Well, I refuse to sign a prenup!
  • View author's info posted on Sep 12, 2006 at 18:40


    katiegrlK2B write:
    TripleS write:

    loneranger06 write:
    While TripeSS is cleansing her flared orifices of putrid squid the StonedRanger is proud of his hard tack, but FishyWeeMissy having her roots in Ecosse only has soft Oaties and they are nice to nibble on especially with a wee bit o'cream. The only way to halt DisplacedeSSS is grit the ice, boy them Southern Grits you can use them for just about anything, just dont eat'em



    Waving white rooster and...TheLoneDeranger and KTGargoyle are married. Ha! Fisty is the flower girl.

    Thanks for the fish.


    You can't just go marrying me off to whomever you want!!!! I HAVE RIGHTS!!! I'm saving myself for a man I KNOW! Sorry Loner Anger. Long distance, arranged marriages have never worked for me.

    :D


    I have the power to couple people up against their will. Didn't you get the memo?

    The LoneDerangeder is relocating to CN, not to worry. And remember Triples is a nice name for a boy or a girl...

    You two make the cutest couple!
  • View author's info posted on Sep 11, 2006 at 20:49


    TripleS write:

    loneranger06 write:
    While TripeSS is cleansing her flared orifices of putrid squid the StonedRanger is proud of his hard tack, but FishyWeeMissy having her roots in Ecosse only has soft Oaties and they are nice to nibble on especially with a wee bit o'cream. The only way to halt DisplacedeSSS is grit the ice, boy them Southern Grits you can use them for just about anything, just dont eat'em



    Waving white rooster and...TheLoneDeranger and KTGargoyle are married. Ha! Fisty is the flower girl.

    Thanks for the fish.


    You can't just go marrying me off to whomever you want!!!! I HAVE RIGHTS!!! I'm saving myself for a man I KNOW! Sorry Loner Anger. Long distance, arranged marriages have never worked for me.

    :D
  • View author's info posted on Sep 11, 2006 at 13:46


    loneranger06 write:
    While TripeSS is cleansing her flared orifices of putrid squid the StonedRanger is proud of his hard tack, but FishyWeeMissy having her roots in Ecosse only has soft Oaties and they are nice to nibble on especially with a wee bit o'cream. The only way to halt DisplacedeSSS is grit the ice, boy them Southern Grits you can use them for just about anything, just dont eat'em


    Waving white rooster and...TheLoneDeranger and KTGargoyle are married. Ha! Fisty is the flower girl.

    Thanks for the fish.
  • View author's info posted on Sep 11, 2006 at 05:01


    While TripeSS is cleansing her flared orifices of putrid squid the StonedRanger is proud of his hard tack, but FishyWeeMissy having her roots in Ecosse only has soft Oaties and they are nice to nibble on especially with a wee bit o'cream. The only way to halt DisplacedeSSS is grit the ice, boy them Southern Grits you can use them for just about anything, just dont eat'em
  • View author's info posted on Sep 10, 2006 at 11:26


    TripleS write:
    You call this soup?! A chicken throwing up in a bowl, does not soup make! I believe it is time for me to remove my mourning garb and jump into round 10.
    Flinging the soup in the general direction of Longderangeder and his not so politically correct sidekick, FistyWeeVicie scatters them back to the hills from which they came. After living on hardtack for weeks, a hot meal is all it takes to rid this thread of those two.
    Grabbing the broom I rode in on, I turn the bowl upside down and harnessing the powers of my cold, cold heart, ice over the ring and viola, a curling rink in summer. Imagine, if you will, a pinball game, garish red lights, clanging hammers, grinding flesh, dinging bells..no it's not SweetHussy's bedroom, it's still the rink, but no expense has been spared with the Las Vegas effects. My Canadian genes take over and it is as if a curling angel is guiding my broom. Don't go there. The first shot bounces off CutieCur's scantily clad buttocks knocking her on her knees (good thing she always wears her Olympic-sized kneepads) and travels to Gem's t-back where it hit her sweet spot and falls noisily to the rink floor. Gem starts to dance.
    My white rooster retrieves the bowl and with solid impact of natural brush fibers against solid bowl it flies toward KrankyKT and PeggySmellySlew who are holding Brownies in front of them in a vain attempt to divert attention away from their vulnerable parts. Doesn't everyone know about my wheat allergy? Although Brownies smell enticing, I can no more partake in him, than, wait a minute, it nearly worked...those vixens! The bowl hurls and hits both "ladies" in the ankles knocking them soundly on their diaper clad bottoms. Linking arms they start singing Crazy.
    ....continued (be patient white rooster)

    While Trip blabs & blabs & blabs & blabs, I blindside her right in the chops with a fresh squid. Try pickin' THOSE tentacles outa your noseholes! LOL
  • View author's info posted on Sep 10, 2006 at 11:22


    GrapesOfGoodHope write:
    Ok, trying my utmost (as always) to be a politically correct goody two shoes, I lay a well balanced table, adorned with the best of fish and flesh and not forgetting to cater for vegetarians.

    So my table is adorned as follows; week-old unrefrigerated fish entrails, freshly recycled roadkill and a variety of pickings from a very environment friendly compost heap.

    And, since one should respect food, especially the abundance thereof, it will not be hurled at the guests; no ways! It would be served on a beautifully laid table: silver flatware, Delft china and lead crystal on snow white damask.

    You are all cordially invited to this feast ON CONDITION THAT you absolutely clean your plates, no remaining discreet portions allowed! Furthermore, I am also prepared to turn a blind eye, for once, if guests are unable to control urges of plate licking.

    Bon appetit!!!

    PS Dress code? I ran out of ideas ...


    Is it cooked?
  • View author's info posted on Sep 10, 2006 at 08:06


    GeminiDi write:
    TripleS write:
    . . . and travels to Gem's t-back where it hit her sweet spot and falls noisily to the rink floor. Gem starts to dance.



    Ahhh ... an obvious flaw in your story, TripleSlow. There's no way I could keep upright. I have little balance on two feet planted very firmly on the ground.

    PLUS ... must I remind you that I seek WARMTH, Ms. Florida? DOES ANYBODY READ MY PROFILE???


    Obviously the bowl was warmed and the impact reduced because it hit Curtie first. Do we need a physics lesson here? Didn't you have an affair with the physics prof? Can you have one soon?

    You have text in your profile? I thought is was just pictures...

    Your pal in sunny SFL.
  • View author's info posted on Sep 09, 2006 at 19:22


    Why the hell didn't you tell us you had brought home a doggy bag from big Mac's
  • View author's info posted on Sep 09, 2006 at 06:58


    You call this soup?! A chicken throwing up in a bowl, does not soup make! I believe it is time for me to remove my mourning garb and jump into round 10.

    Flinging the soup in the general direction of Longderangeder and his not so politically correct sidekick, FistyWeeVicie scatters them back to the hills from which they came. After living on hardtack for weeks, a hot meal is all it takes to rid this thread of those two.

    Grabbing the broom I rode in on, I turn the bowl upside down and harnessing the powers of my cold, cold heart, ice over the ring and viola, a curling rink in summer. Imagine, if you will, a pinball game, garish red lights, clanging hammers, grinding flesh, dinging bells..no it's not SweetHussy's bedroom, it's still the rink, but no expense has been spared with the Las Vegas effects. My Canadian genes take over and it is as if a curling angel is guiding my broom. Don't go there. The first shot bounces off CutieCur's scantily clad buttocks knocking her on her knees (good thing she always wears her Olympic-sized kneepads) and travels to Gem's t-back where it hit her sweet spot and falls noisily to the rink floor. Gem starts to dance.

    My white rooster retrieves the bowl and with solid impact of natural brush fibers against solid bowl it flies toward KrankyKT and PeggySmellySlew who are holding Brownies in front of them in a vain attempt to divert attention away from their vulnerable parts. Doesn't everyone know about my wheat allergy? Although Brownies smell enticing, I can no more partake in him, than, wait a minute, it nearly worked...those vixens! The bowl hurls and hits both "ladies" in the ankles knocking them soundly on their diaper clad bottoms. Linking arms they start singing Crazy.

    ....continued (be patient white rooster)
  • View author's info posted on Sep 09, 2006 at 06:58


    -->part deux

    The next shot is a bit more complicated. Will need to do some banking and not in Switzerland. SA and VonGoGH hold hands and start yodeling a traditional alpine tune. Little do they realize the bowl cannot hear them and is impervious to the unpleasant screeching. Whack! The bowl spins towards PeggyStew's walker, skids up the leg and becomes airborne and still spinning soundly smacks SA's left cheek and Gogh's right. Silence at last.

    There is one last shot. Of Jager for me and more curling for SpreadnReady. Whoosh! Spready catches the bowl between her knees. Ah, her Mother must have informed her of the orange as birth control, nonetheless, I throw my halo at her feet and SnR falls on her backside and as a result throws her legs up still clenching the bowl. She loses her grip and the bowl falls squarely on her forehead knocking her out cold.

    The rest of you, oh forgive me NOT for not naming names! You've been knocked into Blogland where you are impaled on tiny. Not to worry, it's but a prick.
  • View author's info posted on Sep 07, 2006 at 15:19


    SweetAimee write:
    Ill show you FishFight KCur!
    See that spacesuit?
    That happens to be filled with fish!
    *SLAP*
    First fishpunch in your face!

    *Sigh*
    I have lost my sense of humor- can't help it. Sorry CURtie, can't do better than this.
    :-(
    :-(
    :-(


    I hope you're wearin' granny bloomers, EatSwaymee, cuz I just shoved a dozen kippers down ur tidy whities!

    And a smack in the eye with a Newfie cod for the rest o' ya!
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