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

[EmtheFishLady]

I'm gonna be both cat and Queen.



Em doesn't like change.

 

[Forrest_Flock]

Psst!

Knighting!

Quick!

 

[EmtheFishLady]

You have not yet earned it.

 

[Forrest_Flock]

well
why did you say
I could not leave before I was knighted?

 

[Spookwriter]

Yo Dude.

What kind of weeds you got growing in that back yard of yours?


You're going to bring out the Cheech and Chong in all of us, Flock...

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Quote:

Spook, that made me laugh out loud! I think I've found our Jester.

 

[sourland]

And gradually the world record hi jack approaches its 53 page.

 

[Forrest_Flock]

Quote:

Spook, that made me laugh out loud! I think I've found our Jester.

oh, spook...
I grow all sorts of weeds
of the licit type

but I have to admit.... sounds rather like, ugh...

weeds sprouting in back yard
weeds are potentially hazardous
nobody dares to venture out among weeds

yeah, I see how you might have mistaken...

 

[Spookwriter]

Oh No Em...I can't be High-Court Jester.

I'm much too old, I need to take too many naps, too
many brownie breaks. You need a much younger clown
than me.

And no I can't be the official head off-er person either.
Nothing makes me madder than chopping off someones
head, expecting a gory mess...only to find that their head
was completely empty. Not a single brain.

So I'm no good to you Queen Em. Unless you have a place
in the palace for an official food-taster, who specializes in
brownie-tasting.

That's a job I can handle. That and rocking-chair rocker-person...

I don't know if I'ld be much use at anything else.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I have a soft spot for you dear Spook. You can be the brownie taster and the rocking chair tester.