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

[Spookwriter]

* If I shake my computer screen, will all this food fall out?

 

[sourland]

Nope, I already tried that.

 

[Bunnylady]

At this rate, we won't need the moats anymore. The whole kingdom is going to be flooded!





Or it'll be depopulated, because nobody will have functional keyboards any more.

 

[sourland]

I've been sitting back from the keyboard and drooling on my knees. I really like the temporary queen. Off to bed to dream of Mom's sour cherry pie.

 

[Spookwriter]

Ok if I dream about Wisher tonight? She's every
mans dream...

 

[Bunnylady]

Gotta go work on the sump pump in the Bunny burrow. Great party, Wisher!

G'night!

 

[Wisher1000]

Wait, Guys! You forgot your

 

[Spookwriter]

Spook needs to go too.

After all these posts by Wisher, I need to go tie my
wife to the stove.

...A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do...


Spook...too hungry for bed now.

 

[Alaskan]

Oh, I love strange. I fall right into this category. I don't think I have ever been normal in my life. LOL I am trying to catch up on the reading here and enjoyed the last 20 pages or so of the talk of jelly beans and the rock that Spook bought his wife. LOL I can thoroughly relate to the winding roads the sea sickness one gets from eating too much sugar before hand. Ha! Feel free to catch me up to date on the happenings and any rules and regulations of the kingdom.

Rule one: you must be silly Rule two: when we poke fun, you will not take offense, you will poke back Rule three: you must hate snow

 

[TwoCrows]

Quote: 1. Acting like a child is second nature to me.

2. My skin has become much too hard over the years to take offense to anything. But watch out...my Corvid quiet stealth like movements and I can sneak right up on you and poke right back.

3. Ah snow....What is another word for hate. How about loath. Complete and utter loathness for it. When I was knee high to a Ravens wing, my father used to tell me that when the snow started falling it made him feel sick. Nauseated. Ok...so I now know what that feels like. HEAT....now there is a nice word. Not that humid heat, but that sizzling dry heat. Desert heat!!

Alaskan, I don't know how you do it up there. The 8 months of winter, snow that nearly never melts, the frigid temps (a few years ago we saw 3 days of -30 degrees and I nearly froze to death)...the low or no light for months on end....it would have killed me by now. Even my lack of a mind, the one I lost many decades ago,

, and yes, hitting my head on the ceiling wouldn't have gotten me thru the brutality that you Alaskans have to deal with, and still I might have committed suicide by now! Death by chocolate or something. Brownies.....hmmm....

Oh and speaking of brownies....

When I stopped by late last night to tidy up a bit after you all had gone to bed...well, there were some brownies left over and well...I ate them. ALL of them.

You can banish me to the far side of the kingdom if you wish. Make sure it is the side of the kingdom where the large doodlebugs live. We Ravens love those things.