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

[Tanichca]

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Yep, got the outfit???

Oh yah!!!!
So, out of curiosity, who is the royal Executioner?

 

[sourland]

Royal executioner??? Sirbird, MFB, and I have all been called upon to carry out that task. Walk gently in our presence, little jester one.

 

[Sir Birdaholic]

Mmmuuuuuaaaaahhhhhhh.......... Be Scared!

 

[Tanichca]

Uh, what if i cant walk at all? How about I just limp gently in your high esteemed, ancient presences?

 

[Sir Birdaholic]

As long as your head is bowed in our presence,....... you'll be ok!

 

[EmtheFishLady]

The things I miss.

I'll have you know I was not asleep...just busy.

Spook,

here's some brownies for you.




Sourland, Bird, Flock....where's my fox? HMMM? I'm waiting patiently....

 

[sourland]

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Oops, sorry, forgot about the ankles. We'll get someone to carry you on a litter, but remember to keep your head bowed. Only when you're not jesting. Isn't that what Jesters do?

Do you have to sample the food to assure that it is not poisoned. Em's fox ate poisoned grap es.

Tanichca, I missed that "ancient" reference.

 

[Tanichca]

Thanks

(all the dancing i did on retreat really screwed up my ankles, ugh)
I shall jest in a most detestable, dejestable way!

 

[sourland]

Dancing on retreat--not smart. Stop acting like a teen.

Hope you had a great time.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Wait, don't *I* get to pick my own Jester?