#814
< Tork walks up to EM >
Date: 10/16/2001
From: Tork_110
Tork: Huh? So, PM just decided to make a sculpture of the guy that blew up his place.
< Tork continues to stare at the sculpture. It looks so life-like. Finally, consumed with jealousy and looking for revenge, he grabs a chisel ( which was left by Sunday12, I guess ) and is about to take his anger out on the statue. >
Tork: Even the cute costume is mocking me.
< SUDDENLY, 13 GHOSTS COME OUT OF NO WHERE! >
Tork: AHHHH!
< Tork runs into the bathroom, knocking over a bunny and a woman. (It must be one of those trendy unisex bathrooms.) He hides. >
Tork: There's a g-g-ghost out there!
< The bunny also finds a place to hide. The woman rolls her eyes and leaves with her napkin. >
Challenging for the title of Fraidy Cat
#815
<Lita runs out of the Men's Room>
Date: 10/17/2001
From: Carmelita9000
<And as she rushes across MSTBlanca, clutching her Bono Napkin, in a hurry to get to wherever the hell she thinks she's going, she trips over Rimmer and falls face-first onto the floor.>
Lita: Ouch. Geez, Rimmer. When you fall asssleep, you don play around.
Rimmer: Zzzz… Yeah Evil Mike… zzz… That's it, yeah… zzzz…..
Lita: Hey. Sschtop that.
Rimmer: Zzzz…. You're right, Evil Mike… zzz… Lita doesn't understand you…. You should dump her….. zzzz…..
Lita: Hey! Knock it off! Wake up!
<Lita shakes Rimmer roughly.>
Rimmer: *yaaawn…* What do you want?
Lita: I want you to stop fantasasizing about Evil Mike!
Rimmer: Are you drunk?
Lita: Yes. But that's beside the poin.
Rimmer: I'll fantasize about whomever I want, whenever I want. I'm doing it right now. <Rimmer closes her eyes and smiles> mmmm….
Lita: Schtop it!
<Lita is about to go for Rimmer's throat, when Pharaoh Mobius lurches out of the Men's room.>
PM: Urgh…
Lita: Hey, Phahfohafoyamaglanchefrafula!! C'mere!
<Pharaoh Mobius walks slowly and carefully to where the two women are still sitting on the floor. He looks a little green.>
PM: What do you want?
Lita: She's fantasasizing about my guy! Teller ta knock it off!
PM: (Oh, for crying out…) Rimmer, knock it off. There, you happy Lita?
Lita: *frowns* No.
Rimmer: Geez, PM, what crawled into your sarcophagus and died?
Lita: Yeah. You're not s'posed to mind getting involved in our stupid little fights.
PM: Look. I'll be honest. I just ate a few dozen really bad tacos. I'm not feeling so well. Really, I'm more concerned about that right now than whatever you two are bitching about today. A word of advice <PM clutches his stomach> don't ever eat the tacos from Rowsdowers…
Lita: Oh, don worry about that! I donneat beef.
PM: Actually, I'm pretty sure those tacos were made from donkey meat….
Rimmer: Why did you eat all of them anyway if they were so bad?
PM: I'm a long time member of the Clean Plate Club… Oh boy…
<PM goes pale, and runs back to the Men's Room.>
Lita: Hmm… What's gotten into him?
Rimmer: Apparently, an intestinal parasite. Hey, where's Evil Mike?
Lita: Oh, he got turned inta a… Uh-oh…
<Right then, 13 ghosts emerge from the walls, and start laughing and throwing furniture around. For the first time, Lita and Rimmer notice that many of the other people in the bar have been hiding.>
Lita: EEK!!!
Rimmer: Hey, don't be scared yet, they might be friendly ghosts!
Lita: Are you guys friendly ghosts?
Ghost #5: Nope! We're just the stereotypical hateful and destructive kind! HA HA HA HA HA!!!
Lita: Darn!
<Lita and Rimmer get up off the floor and run across the room. They overturn a pool table and hide behind it.>
Rimmer: What now?
Lita: Well, we could…um… exercise them?
Rimmer: Don't be an idiot. We don't know how to exorcise ghosts.
Lita: We've watched a bunch a Buffy, right? As far as I can tell, you just draw a c-c-circle on the ground, an…uh… throw some herbs around, and say stuff in Latin.
Rimmer: Do you speak Latin?
Lita: Ssure…
<Lita stands up, her eyes blazing. She poins at the 13 ghosts, fury emanating from her very being. The ghosts stop playing around and watch Lita, filled with apprehension. With a voice trembling with power, and authority (and maybe battle booze), Lita starts speaking a strange incantation…>
Lita: oul-Fay osts-ghay! I-ay emand-day at-they ou-yay eave-lay is-thay ace-play! OW-Nay!
<The ghosts look at each other. They look at Lita. They all burst into insane laughter, and throw a bottle of Battle Booze at Lita's head. She ducks back behind the pool table just in time, and the bottle misses.>
Lita: Ok. Sso that dinnunt work.
Rimmer: I don't want to hear another one of your stupid plans until you sober up.
Lita
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice-Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
is passing the time behind the pool table by stroking her Bono Napkin
#816
<CaveRimmer enters with a ferocious...
Date: 10/17/2001
From: CaveRimmer
growl. She's got wild hair and is dressed in animal skins. Mrs. Hargrove's description of CaveRimmer's well-toned ass is quite correct. >
C.R.:I'd have been here sooner but I couldn't find a place to park my pteradactyl. What is going on here? <Ghost #5 throws and dish at C.R.'s head and she catches it in the air.> Is that the best you can do? I've been trapped in an alternate dinosaur universe. There are sloth's larger than a cow that are scarier than you.
<CaveRimmer let's out a Xena type yell, "YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI" and then goes all Xena-Buffy-ass-kicking-crazy and goes all smackdown on the ghosts!!!!>
#817
Nice costume, Rimmer!!!
Date: 10/18/2001
From: Mick_or_Treat
Wow. So authentic. Are these real?
Lita: (under the pool table) Um, Trix Rabbit? That'sss the altunate reelty Rimmerrr.
Mickey: Wow, Lita, are you getting drunk...what alternate reality Rimmer? (CaveRimmer hits Mickey with her club). Owwww....apparantly this one feels the same about me as the other one. What's going on, here?
Lita: You don't ssee the ghosteses?
Mickey: Uh huh. Lita, there's a nice place we can take you (suddenly, something taps Mickey on the shoulder)
Ghost #5: Boo.
Mickey: Oh these guys? There not bad once you get used to them.
Ghost #7: Yeah we are. You suck!!!
Mickey: What did you say to me?
Ghost #7: I said you suck! And you can't sing for #@$*!
Mickey: Hmmph!
Ghost #13: (smells) Hey! Did something die in here?
Ghost #5: Well, yeah. Don't mind Gary. He's new.
Ghost #4: Do they have soup, here?
Ghost #5: It's a bar, dummy.
Ghost #1: Oh, it's been centuries since I've had a beer.
Mickey: C'mon everybody. Let's leave these ghosts alone. It's obvious they need some time. (CaveRimmer doesn't leave) Come on, Eegah. (Mickey poins at CaveRimmer and CaveRimmer leaves with everybody else. Meanwhile...a toilet flushes for the 43rd time in the last hour, and PM exits the bathroom yet again)
PM: Hey! Where is everybody?
Ghost #4: WHY DON'T YOU HAVE SOUP HERE?!
PM: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (runs back into the bathroom)
Tork (hiding under the sink): Are they gone yet?
PM: Fraidy cat.
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Do=gooder
2nd Biggest Fraidy Cat
Pretty sure donkey meat isn't beef.
#818
Lita: Hey wait! What about Evil Mike!
Date: 10/18/2001
From: Carmelita9000
Mickey: What about him?
Lita: I can't just leave him in there to get all melty!
Mickey: You can't?
Lita: No!
<Lita spots one of PM's other customers nervously exiting MSTBlanca. She grabs him by the collar, and drags his protesting ass back inside.>
Mickey: *to Rimmer* Boy, she sobered up pretty fast, didn't she?
Rimmer: Well, the party does seem to be over. I suspect she just got tired of typing drunk.
Mickey: Huh.
Rimmer: *quickly* Or maybe it's just that the effects of Battle Booze wear off fast when you want them to, so that you can battle. You know?
Mickey: Yeah, ok. Whatever works.
<Inside MSTBlanca, Lita and her new friend (from now on to be referred to as "Gerald") are standing in front of the frozen Evil Mike. Gerald is really frightened of the ghosts, and none too happy to be back inside. Lita is mostly trying to ignore them as they taunt her and throw things.>
Lita: Ok, Mister. What's your name?
Gerald: Gerald.
Lita: Ok, Gerald. I want you to look at this lovely ice sculpture here.
Gerald. No! I want to go! It's scary in here! I don't like it! I don't like you! *starts to cry* And those ghosts are saying mean things! And you're looking at me like you're all mad! And *gulp* and *gulp* and…
Lita: Shut up and look at the damn sculpture!
Gerald: Ok! <Gerald looks at the ice sculpture>
Lita: What do you think?
Gerald: Very intricate. Must have been really expensive to make.
Lita: What do you think of the outfit he's wearing.
Gerald: Oh! It's so cute! I mean really darling! I could just eat him up with a spoon!
Lita: *shudder* Don't ever say that again.
Gerald: I can't help it! He's just so…
<Gerald is unable to resist the irresistible urge. He reaches up to the statue and pinches its frozen cheek. Evil Mike immediately returns to human form, and full of all kinds of hateful emotions, jumps on Gerald and starts pummeling him. Lita is so overjoyed at his return to normalcy, she reaches down and hugs Evil Mike around the neck as well as she can without getting punched by any stray blows.>
EM: …how… many… times… do… I… have… to… say… don't… pinch… my… cheeks?!
Gerald: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow… (etc)
Lita: Evil Mike! You're back to normal!
EM: <Looks up at Lita> Back to normal? You have been drinking! But that's just fine with me! <Evil Mike grabs Lita in order to continue with the whole kissy thing that That Sunday Bitch interrupted in the first place, but Lita stops him.>
Lita: Later, Evil Mike. Party's over. There's a bunch of mean ghosts in here, and nobody feels like getting rid of them.
EM: What about PM?
Lita: He's not feeling to well. Let's go. Coming Gerald?
Gerald: *groan*
Lita: Fine. Stay there then.
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of The I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
Winner of the Coveted Forrester Cup
is going to be late for class because of this post,
but how could she just leave Evil Mike like that?
That's inhuman!
#819
AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
Date: 10/18/2001
From: PharaohMonstrous
My last response didn't post!!!!! =(
I had a nice, big ol' response about how I don't eat carry-out tacos, so it wasn't really me who ran into the men's room, but it was Paulie Shore (who only just now escaped from the SM-1260), still in his PM disguise. Then I switched him and Evil Mike so that EM wasn't frozen anymore, but for some reason Paulie had the little boy outfit on when he became frozen, and EM was nude (and complaining of shrinkage). And everyone else got funny little lines, and basically called my bluff and I admitted that I intentionally left EM naked as revenge for him detonating my bar. It was a good response!!! And now it's gone, and the continuity doesn't reflect it!!!
DAMN YOU, SCI FI!!!!!!
I don't even feel like reading the responses that came after the point where my response *should* have been posted right now. I'll have to look at them later, when I've calmed down!!!
TmPM
Pissed Sarcophagus!!!!!
#820
AND DAMN YOUR STUPID GHOSTS, TOO!!!
Date: 10/18/2001
From: PharaohMonstrous
[PM pulls out a "Ghostbusters"-style proton pack and blasts the hell out of the stupidy stupid moronic dumb idiot freak stupid-head 13 Ghosts!!!!!!!1111!!!!!11!!11!1!!!!!!!!]
[PM] AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHH!!!!! That'll show 'em!!!
[Nabut] *Ahem* Well, the good news is that the ghosts are gone. The bad news is that you've managed to cause massive collateral damage to your bar again. Fortunately, everyone else has left by now.
[PM] Wow, proton streams aren't too good for Gumby clay, are they? I thought I had the clay set for diamond-strength.
[Nabut] Apparently it got changed when your reply was lost, my liege.
[PM] I DAMN YOU A THIRD TIME, SCI FI!!!! FIE ON YOUR SCI, INDEED!!!!!
[Paulie Shore comes out of the men's room; his PM mask set crookedly on his head.] Whoa dude, you gotta chill out! It can't be as bad as what happened to me. I got ahold of some *really* bad tacos and I can't stay outta the john!
[PM] Quiet, you. [He blasts Paulie with the proton pack.]
The still angry Pharaoh Monstrous
Not as mad as when I first saw my reply was lost
More of an Irritated Sarcophagus now
TmPM
#821
A thousand apologies (well, 2)
Date: 10/18/2001
From: Mick_or_Treat
Beginning Text
Sorry, PM, didn't mean to force you to eat something you didn't want to, but we had to get out of the bathroom, somehow. You really should consider serving soup.
And Lita, sorry to make you late for class. But did you ever think maybe I left Evil Mike on purpose? (No I didn't. I forgot. My bunny sized brain kicking in again.)
(Evil Mike hits Mickey)
Mickey: Well, Mike...I have no idea about melting ice. If I did, New England winters wouldn't be that much of a problem, now, would it? Blame PM. He doesn't serve soup.
PM: Well, of course I don't, it's a bar.
Evil Mike: Well, coffee would be nice.
Mickey: Well, they have soup at the MST Haunted House. Or they had, until someone, I don't know who, decided to throw that all to hell.
PM: That happened replies ago. Stop dwelling in the past, it's not healthy.
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Do-gooder
2nd Biggest Fraidy Cat
President of the SOUP advertising counsil. Soup, it's what's for dinner.
#822
Ah, I don't blame you, Mickey.
Date: 10/18/2001
From: PharaohMonstrous
Like I said, I had come up with a good reason for it not to have been me that didn't conflict with anything that you wrote, but *evil* Sci Fi ate my reply! I'm not angry at any Bboarder for their responses, I'm aggrivated with Sci Fi for losing *my* reply. I worked 15 minutes on that dang thing! =)
So, to sum up, I've calmed down now. I've got most of the bar back in working order, and by customer demand I've added a soup of the day to the grill menu. Didn't know MSTBlanca was a bar & grill? Well, it is now! =)
The calmed down Pharaoh Mobius
The soup of the day is: New England Clam Chowder
Also available: Beef Vegetable; Pharaoh Tex's 3-Alarm Chili
Sarcophagus!
#823
Wow. The bboard is all screwy now.
Date: 10/18/2001
From: Carmelita9000
Not that it wasn't screwy before.
I don't like this whole "show the first line of the reply" thing. It looks funny. Blah!
Mickey,
Don't worry about me being late for class today (and I was). I've actually been late for this particular class every single time it's met, except for maybe once. Yep. I'm late every day, no matter how hard I try not to be. I think my Professor hates me. And I don't blame her. She's a nice person but she is human. I know if I were teaching the class and I came in 10 minutes late every day, I'd hate me too. Or something. Anyway, yes I was late. But it was meant to be.
PM,
Heck with you! You got soup? Too little too late, my friend. Because of you, I got chased by ghosts, my guy got all froze, I was locked in the Men's Room for a really long time, Mickey sang U2 at me really badly and made me late for class, and Gerald got beat up. And you didn't have any Battle Booze. And all that other stuff we were pissed off at you about before! (Sucks about you losing your post though. That's happened to me, and I was not happy.) I believe the break from revenge is over for now. I plan to start things rolling with some petty theft.
<Lita rejoins the group outside MSTBlanca. For reminder's sake, that's Evil Mike, Rimmer, CaveRimmer, and Mickey.>
Lita: Hi guys!
Evil Mike: Where have you been?
Lita: Over there. Hey!
Rimmer: What?
Lita: Wanna know the real reason why I picked this princess costume?
Rimmer: Honestly, I don't care.
Lita: Sure you do!
Mickey: Why?
Lita: So I could steal stuff from PM's bar, and he'd never ever catch me! Look what I got!
<Lita pulls a gray squarish one-eyed robot out from under her skirt. It's pretty small, it's only about knee-high. She sets it on the ground. It sits there and does nothing.>
Rimmer: What's that thing?
CaveRimmer: It's a robot.
Rimmer: That's obvious. I mean what does it do?
Lita: Check this out. This is awesome.
<Lita pulls a small radio out from under her skirt and sets it down next to the robot. She turns the radio on, and it plays some syrupy crappy teen-pop love song. The little robot starts dancing to the music. It's cute! And not a bad dancer.>
Lita: Isn't that neat?
Evil Mike: Are you telling me that's it?
Lita: What do you mean "that's it?" This is freaking awesome!
Rimmer: Freaking useless, you mean.
Mickey: I don't know. I think it's kind of neat.
Lita: Yeah, it is!
<Just then, with no warning at all, something else rolls out from under Lita's skirt. And to everybody's great surprise, it's Carrot Top! Lita is so freaked out, she climbs up on Evil Mike's back, hoping he'll protect her from the horror.>
Lita: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Rimmer: <close to panic> Where does he keep coming from???
EM: Wow, Lita. You and Carrot Top?
Lita: No! I had no idea he was under there! How long have you been there???
<Carrot Top just grins stupidly and starts making lame prop jokes.>
EM: Lita, your knee is digging into my spine…
Lita: <poins at Carrot Top> KILL IT!!! KILL IT!!!
<CaveRimmer is on the verge of raising her club, and bashing Carrot Top's head in, but before she has the chance, the dancing robot stops dancing. It looks up at Carrot top, and shoots a laser out of its eye that totally melts Carrot Top's head in a gratuitously violent and gory fashion. Once Carrot Top is about as dead as he's gonna get (or deader), the bot returns to its dancing. Everybody yells in horror.>
Everybody: AAAAH!!!
<Well, almost everybody.>
Evil Mike: Wow! I take it back! That little guy is the coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!
<Lita leaps off Evil Mike's back and turns off the radio. The little robot stops dancing.>
Lita: Ok. Nobody ever play anything angsty to this thing.
Mickey: AAAAH!!!
Rimmer: I don't want to ever play anything with that thing at all!
Lita: Actually, I agree… Let's run.
Mickey: AAAAH!!!
<The group scurries away. Well, except for Evil Mike who is still looking at the little robot and Carrot Top's remains in appreciation. Lita has to run back and pull him away. They make their escape.>
<Meanwhile, under a broken table in MSTBlanca>
gramps: I do believe in spooks! I do believe in spooks! I do I do I do I do I do believe in spooks!
Cow: Do you suppose those things are gone, old chaps? I don't hear anything.
gramps: It's probably because they killed everybody, and they're trying to lure us out with a false sense of security.
Cow: We'd probably better continue hiding then, just in case.
Tork: I completely agree.
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice-Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
Winner of the Coveted Forrester Cup
may have lost her robot, but she still has her beloved Bono Napkin!
#824
I need to take a break.
Date: 10/19/2001
From: Mick_or_Treat
(With a wave of his hand, the action freezes outside, and Mickey returns to the MST Blanca. Try as he might, he can't freeze the action in there. He's just going to have to deal with it.)
Mickey: Hey Rick. Can I get a bowl of showda?
Rick: A bowl of WHAT?
Mickey: Showda. (spelling) C-H-O-W-D-E-R.
Rick: Oh, okay. You guys really talk like that, don't you.
Mickey: Talk like what? (The ghosts start to cause havoc once again). Hey, stop that. (One of the ghosts slaps Mickey on the back) You can't tag me...I've got ghouls.
(The ghosts get even rowdier)
Rick: Maybe you should rephrase that.
Mickey: Oh right. I've called time out. Hey, maybe I should call Ortega. He probably speaks their language.
Rick: Would you? This is the fourth day in a row. We can't have this. Their scaring away the customers.
Mickey: Well like I said, their not bad once you get used to them. Personally, I think that creepy-ass thumb that shows up sometimes is even scarier. (Takes his phone out of his pocket, which by the way, in case you forgot, he's still dressed as a bunny that has pockets) Hey, Ortega.
Ortega: You again? You've found another plot point for me to come in to?
Mickey: Don't let's start that again, Teggy. We got a situation over here at the MST Blanca. Can you come next door?
Ortega: We're still next door to them?
Mickey: I think so.
Ortega: Great. I'll be right over. I want some soup.
(a short time passes, and more stuff is thrown within the bar and broken. Ortega shows up)
Ortega: Hey, Mickey? Why isn't anybody moving outside?
Mickey: Oh right. I better go take care of that. Ortega, 13 ghosts. 13 ghosts, Ortega. Bye. (runs out in a hurray)
(As Mickey runs outside, he waves his hand. Everything is back to normal.)
Lita: Mickey? Don't ever do that again.
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Do-gooder
2nd Biggest Fraidy Cat
Again with the soup. Always with the soup.
#825
Rimmer: Soup?
Date: 10/19/2001
From: Carmelita9000
Rimmer: You endangered all our lives for soup?
Mickey: What do you mean?
Rimmer: We're trying to escape the evilness of that freaky little robot Lita brought out here to kill us all--
Lita: Hey!
Rimmer: --and you freeze us all in time to get vaporized, so that you can have some soup?
Mickey: But it was really good soup!
Lita: Mikey,
Mickey: That's Mickey.
Lita: Monkey, next time you want soup, just let us know and we'll stop by the store and pick you up a can of Campbell's. Gee whiz!
<Evil Mike, not being one to let a good opportunity go by, punches Mickey.>
Mickey: Lita, can you ask him not to do that?
Lita: But it makes him so happy! You should see his face light up.
Mickey: Thing is… I can't see his face light up because I'm too busy getting punched.
Lita: Well, trust me. It's heartwarming.
Mickey: Yeah...I'll bet.... <Mickey falls to the ground and curls up in a little ball.>
Lita: You know what was really neat though, at first I didn't realize it was us that were frozen. I thought you were just running around really fast! Like the Flash! Neat huh?
Cave Rimmer: Why didn't you tell us you could freeze time?
Lita: Hey, yeah! Seems like that would be a useful skill to know about.
Mickey: It comes and goes…
Rimmer: And how about you helping PM with his little haunting problem. Whose side are you on?
Mickey: Urgh....
Lita: Yeah! You're supposed to be helping us get revenge! What's your deal? Hey, wait, does PM still have a haunting problem? I thought he got rid of the 13 ghosts in a fit of Technical Difficulty Induced Rage.
Evil Mike: Yeah, me too.
Mickey: He did?
Lita: I'm pretty sure…
Mickey: Well… these weren't the same 13 ghosts!
Rimmer: They weren't?
Mickey: Uh… No! These were the… uh… 13… Other Ghosts! (Yeah!)
Cave Rimmer: Oh no! Not the 13 Other Ghosts!
Lita: Is that bad?
Cave Rimmer: They're even worse than the 13 Ghosts!
Lita: Then why aren't the 13 Other Ghosts called the 13 Ghosts, and the 13 Ghosts called the 13 Other Ghosts?
Cave Rimmer: Don't you see? The name is the exact reason why they're worse!
Rimmer: Oh, well I see... huh?
Cave Rimmer: They believe themselves to be every bit as good as the 13 Ghosts, and they're mad that they must be called the 13 Other ghosts. (And let's just face it, the 26 ghosts just sounds stupid) So in order to prove that they are just as good, if not better than the 13 ghosts, they've played havoc all over the place! I've seen incarnations of them in every dimension I've visited, and they've been awful in all of them!
Rimmer: So it's kind of like the undead version of Short Man's Disease.
Cave Rimmer: Exactly!
Lita: I'm so confused…
Evil Mike: So the 13 Other Ghosts are really dangerous, huh?
Cave Rimmer: Yes!
Mickey: Wow! And I thought I'd just made them up!
<Lita glances apprehensively back at the small robot, which still sitting by MSTBlanca. They haven't had the chance to get very far away from it because of Mickey freezing them in time and all.>
Lita: Oh well! Sucks for PM! I guess he'll just have to put up with them, eh? We'd better get going.
<They start running again, when Mickey remembers something.>
Mickey: Wait! What about Ortega? I sent him to get rid of the 13 Other Ghosts!
Cave Rimmer: They'll probably eat his soul. His loss.
Mickey: Oh… Sucks for him I guess…
<And they all just keep running, and running, and running, and running… (And hey! Evil Mike is even wearing shorts!)>
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
Winner of the Coveted Forrester Cup
Where are we headed to, anyway?
#826
Tork: What is Ortega doing?
Date: 10/19/2001
From: Tork_110
< Ortega is dancing. It must be something in the soup they serve. >
Cow: Oh my God, it's horrible!! We got to mooooove it!
Tork: Don't you I think I know that? I'm sick of old guy's stories.
gramps: HEY, if you want to hear a no-talent storyteller you should of listened to that Homer guy. Helen wasn't THAT beautiful. Plus he never gave me credit for the Trojan Horse, and...Hey, what are you doing to me?!
< Tork grabs Grandmapa by the hair and pulls his head above the table. gramps is clobbered by one of the Other 13 Ghost. >
Tork: Okay, okay. I got an idea talking-cow, but it's going to take teamwork.
< Tork picks up Cow and uses him as a shield. Tork and Cow makes it outside. >
927, baby!!
The Uncontested Fraidy Cat
I wonder whose cow this is?
#827
I just realized something! Argh! n/t
Date: 10/20/2001
From: Carmelita9000
Ok. Check this out!
I just figured out why I really don't like the Doh showing the first line of every reply on this Bboard! I can't secretly hide text in my n/t replies anymore! I loved doing that! The stupid Doh took it away from me! Actually, I guess I can still do it, but it's a lot more complicated, and not half as satisfying. I'm mad! HMPH!!!11!1!!
Lita
overuser of exclaimation points!!!
#828
Sorry I haven't been here.
Date: 10/20/2001
From: Rimferatu
I've been in and out and I'll be until Wednesday at least.
Rimmi is facing an even meaner foe than PM. Rimmi has an evil Pre-calc that day and she needs to study A LOT to pass this test.
Feel free to write me into the rpg when you need me. I'll be around to read it but any thought other than calculus (and many Survivor Pick'em picks) confuses Rimmi and makes her forget all the funny numbers.
I had the strangest dream about Angel/David Boreanaz last night. Most of my dreams about actors and actresses are fuzzy but this one was really clear. I saw his face so clearly and everything. I used to work in an elementary school and I dreamed I was back there helping some little girl. She was having a rough time and I felt bad for her. For some reason the school had invited David to talk about drugs or something. I was sitting with this girl and she was saying how much she'd like to meet Angel. She was talking a mile a minute- Angel this and Angel that. I left her and met him backstage. I must have known him because I called him David and told him what I wanted him to do. He knew me and graciously agreed to help me out. He came out to her and started talking to her. Then he surprized us both and recited a really cute poem to her about how special she was and then he took a bracelet out of his pocket and gave it to her. It was so sweet. I thanked him after she left and then for some reason I told him I'd see him Thursday and he said he'd see me then too.
Now I don't know why I had a dream about him. I don't have crush on him although he is cute. Then again I've had a dream about Paul Reiser from Mad About You so I guess I'll dream about anyone.
Next up: The Help from the Delta Knights
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