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

[sourland]

I thought you were at the first party, Alaskan. Sour and I are throwing this party for those who missed the first one. Now, if you weren't actually at the first party, I will be happy to plan something special for you at this one.

 

[Bunnylady]

I've a sneaking suspicion that the no-shows won't show up for the no-show show, either.

 

[sourland]

Perhaps the no-shows are no longer with us.

It's so very sad the way they just seem to disappear.

 

[Tanichca]

Perhaps the no-shows are no longer with us.    It's so very sad the way they just seem to disappear. 

It is, isn't it? They left without so much as a by-your-leave. How very rude of them.

 

[Alaskan]

Alaskan thought that this was a show-up because we love you party.

Alaskan did not know it was a no-show show party.

Alaskan is not sure that certain...things....should be shown

Alaskan............slowly turning brown

 

[Tanichca]

Please, please don't show the things that shouldn't be shown at this no-show show party. Though, considering what kind of dancing Sour will be doing, certain things might be shown.

 

[sourland]

I will not be dancing at the barbecue. The dancing is scheduled for next week during the full moon.

 

[Wisher1000]

Tani, you were a no-show for the first party. I have you on my list of no-shows..... I fully expect you at the second party. You'll be there, right?

 

[Alaskan]

How can no-shows show something? Perhaps no-shows prefer to not show.

Maybe, if the no-shows did show, we would be sad

Some things are too scary to show.

 

[Spookwriter]

Spook really should of ran away last week...

These workboots my wife bought me are gonna kill me.

Now my index finger is in a cast.. Yeah, you guessed it.
"work related accident"...and on my right hand even. For
a man that types with the hunt and peck method, this was
my big pecker...my favorite finger.

There I was, pounding nails with a 12 pound sledge (I know,
but you don't have to hit the nail as many times with a heavy
sledge as a regular little claw hammer.) You know, a box of
nails really should come with directions. I had a whole pocketful
of nails...that hurt too. NOTE: do not put nails in your pockets again.

Well, I looked away at something my dog was doing and
hammered on the wrong thing : my big finger. Now my finger is
sort of flat on the end and has a great big gash. Some people here
would say the lesson learned is to stop pounding when you aren't
watching.

But me....I know better. It's the work boots. They have caused me
nothing but pain.

I fell off the ladder...but I had the boots on.
I smashed my finger...but I had my boots on.

Only had these things few months. But I know the words to that
famous song, "My acky braky back"

I am the SPOOK...I wear things like deck shoes, 'cause that's as
far outside as I need to go. I'm not into work clothes...I'm not even
into a sports coat. I'm more of a "dinner jacket" man....waiting on
"leisure suits" to come back in style.

And this "diet" thing...it's gotta go. Who was it that pointed out the
first three letters spell D-I-E ... This is killing me. (in pieces, even)
Sure, smash my fingers off and I'll lose a few pounds. (fat men have
fat fingers) BUT I LIKE MY FINGERS.

Now I can't even hold my fork right.

Someone ask me if I'm mad at my wife. Go on, I dare you. This is
ALL her fault. And when I get all better...that woman is in trouble.

We were coming home from the doctor...and she asked me if I can
still use my other hand....Sure, I can pound with my left hand. But she
gets to hold the nail.


Spook....who has to type a little slower now.


Trash man comes on Thursday...and he gets the boots.