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

[Sir Birdaholic]

Hey, did you wash that hand before you slapped me with it? Now I may have cooties on the side of my head!

 

[Spookwriter]

Well, well..so Alex went home to his "wife" you say...
but he hasn't been heard from since.

And this was after you "tortured him GOOD", the Big Bird said.



Tani...strong bleach is best for getting the boy-cooties off your hands.
You get those cooties anywhere else, I don't know what to say.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Uh guys? His name is Alek...And he's very much alive and well. I saw him at WalMart yesterday.

Bleach for the cooties, Ammonia for the smell. Boy's smell.

 

[Spookwriter]

Silly, young girl...you don't get cooties from an old geezer.

Flea's.....

You get fleas.

That's why us old men go to the doctor so often...get our Hart's
shot.

 

[Sir Birdaholic]

Alex, Alek, all foreign to me!

 

[Spookwriter]

You mean Russians can't even spell "Alex" right?

That's sad....


But what's with you and him meeting at wal-marts?
Someone slipping around in North Carolina?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Spook, ask about Comfortis for the fleas. That's what Cricket is on.

Bird, everything is foreign to you.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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I had to go shopping for my little baby bears birthday.


He's probably stalking me though...he hasn't had any brownies in awhile afterall.

 

[sourland]

Bleach and ammonia? I watch CSI.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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I mixed both in a carpet cleaner once. Cleaned all the carpet in my house with it.

Luckily my friend came in. My eyes were red and swollen and he said "THAT IS POISON!" I didn't know.