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

[sourland]

Hey, 'Al', come on over. There is a Dunkin Donuts just 3.3 miles from here right out in the middle of our rural area. There are also 2 in town about 5 miles from here, and one South of here about 7 miles away. There are donuts all over the place - can't you just smell and taste them?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I'd worry Alaskan...people tend to disappear in "Rural Areas"...Just sayin

 

[sourland]

No 'Deliverance' around here. Nobody has disappeared in a long time - now as for in the Kingdom ---------------------------------------

 

[Bunnylady]

Oh, the neighbors around here are friendly - real friendly.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

The Kingdom is a "Check in and Never Check Out" sorta place...There's no escape once you're in here. Trust me, I've tried. Nifty won't let me out. I have no idea why.

 

[sourland]

Think 'Hotel California', and we all know why Nifty wants you confined to the Kingdom.

 

[Alaskan]

Those neighbors of lady look very green.


Green s good.


They must be good.


I will snuggle them.

 

[Bunnylady]

Be gentle with them, Alaskan. They are very sensitive, you know.

 

[Spookwriter]

Dey is no Dunkin Donuts in Alaska...

For a really good fresh donut, our buddy would have to travel
all the way back to the real world....Washington at least.

Spook couldn't live in such horrid awful place. Had a friend from
there once, I asked him about summer...He said it was July 2
from one o'clock to four. Other than that, it was just...winter.

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam...' See? Wasn't nothing
said about no polar bears, or moose, or igloos...

 

[Bunnylady]

Well, of course there wasn't. Silly Spook, everybody knows you can't sing when your teeth are chattering, so why would anyone write a song about stuff you can't sing about? The closest you could get might be rap music (which isn't rightly singing, more like chanting) but before you could get out the first line of a 'Polar Bear Rap,' the bear would eat you, and that would be the end of that. As music critics, bears are real . . . well . . . bears.