Bronze VIP Archive for February 2, 2001
Warning! Possible Spoilers!!
- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 15:25:37 2001 216.186.167.140)
- In the meantime... hello out there in posting board land.
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 15:23:30 2001 216.186.167.140)
- Okay, I give up. Can anyone who knows my address e me the color codes...
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:23:19 2001 216.186.192.200)
- oops. bailage.
just remember:
"It's terribly simple. The good guys are stalwart and true.
The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats
and we always defeat them and save the day. Nobody ever dies...
and everyone lives happily ever after."
-mere-
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:10:59 2001 216.186.192.200)
- -mere-, still vibrating with the NNNAAAANNNNGGGGG of the garden chair, manages to snake MTVA's black Flair felt tip pen away from her...
...just like she did the last one...
...and poke it into the Calvinball, deflating it. -mere- then folds the Calvinball in four neat squares, and shoves it down belmont's throat with a little peach Schnapps as a lubricant. now that belmont has become the Calvinball, -mere- has transformed the game into belmontball, and tosses belmont through the special Infinite Points Ring (which unfortunately disappears the moment an object passes through it), thus sealing her victory at a new sport and enshrining her in ESPN's Dork's Hall of Fame forever.
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:06:34 2001 216.186.192.200)
- Dunlin, please let Frodo into the hammock.
and oh, the very odd things we have occasion to say around here.
Corpelia: you still have the WAW? COOL! 'cause i don't! could you send it to me? i'm a little hesitant to post my e- addy, but you should still have it, and if not, ask one of the oldbies. i'd love to see that again!
Circe: yes, i turned on my computer this morning while getting ready for work, and saw your e-. and did i really lock myself in the basement? i vaguely recall that, although i definitely remember not being able to type the J-word after B2. sometimes i still find myself making little "meep!" [not MeeB] sounds when Joss walks into the room. i figure a couple more years and i might actually be able to form a complete sentence when he's around. like, "i really admire the quality and depth of your MEEP!"
President Blade Sir: um, can i have your abs and chest on MY menu, too?
"Hello, salty goodness!"
-mere-
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