*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[sourland]

Snowball fight!

 

[Wisher1000]

At Sour and EBob ---------------

Whap! Whap!

HA!

This is fun......

 

[Wisher1000]

Diving for cover and using the concealment to amass an arsenal of ready snowballs.....

 

[Bunnylady]

*quietly tunneling through the snow to a point near Wisher's last known location*

 

[Wisher1000]

OOOoooo Where is that whaskly wabbit?

 

[Bunnylady]

*listening to the crunch, crunch, crunch of Wisher's footsteps in the snow*

 

[Wisher1000]

Sorry, Bunny, time for a shower and bed, can you come out to play tomorrow?

 

[Bunnylady]

*Pops up through the snow and fires a snowball at Wisher from point-blank range*

GOTCHA!

Whap!

*Dusts snow from fur*

Sure, see you tomorrow, Wisher.

 

[Spookwriter]

Okay, it's 1:00 in the morning.

I thought that strange guy from the frozen north
wanted some 24 hour attention?

I've thought this out, and I believe I've got a plan
for him. I bet he could use a bulldozer and push
the snow right in the water.

Or push all his snow to the neighbors yard. That's
what I would probably do. Give it the the neighbor.

Do the chickens in Alaska wear snowshoes?

Do they have extra feathers?

Did you crochet them little coats?

Building a poop board in the living room...begs the
question, "who for?"

 

[Bush Chickens]

I'm up late and often haunt this thread,and I was wondering.......what exactly IS this thread?