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

[Cynthia12]

 

[Cynthia12]

Hollow space - bouncy bouncy.

Hollow space, bouncing in the tiny bubbles.

 

[sourland]

Or, perhaps, tiny bubbles bouncing in the hollow space.

 

[Bunnylady]

Quote: Exactly my thought - large, empty space surrounded by hard, dense material; perfect for developing echos.

 

[Cynthia12]

Poor Alaskan. Poor poor Alaskan. So picked on. Always her fault. Always. Poor Alaskan. And, it's her fault if he is a he and not a she, because she won't tell ..but I think I'm right. Poor Alaskan. Yep.

 

[Bunnylady]

But, but Cyn, if I didn't pick on Alaskan, he/she would think I didn't love him/her. You wouldn't want him/her to think that, would you? That really would be sad.

 

[oldrooster]

lady all I can do is sing this since you made it back from the moat alive.

That's where the tiny bubbles came from someone dropped in some tablets after you fell in..... and that reminds me I need to see Martha Raye to get this to help clean the moat....

 

[Alaskan]

Dang old rooster! I thought that you were about to rhyme! And then you lost it


Oops! There is brain on my shoe.... Where did it drip out of?

 

[Alaskan]

Old rooster had begun to rhyme

And Alaskan just ran put of time

The stupid electronics hate me

A great big hammer and they will see

Tiny sparkles of electronics rain

Upon this gooey puddle of brain

 

[Cynthia12]

Dang old rooster! I thought that you were about to rhyme! And then you lost it

Oops! There is brain on my shoe.... Where did it drip out of?

Eeew!