and it says it will be back up at 5:15 PM.
It is now 6:05 PM and no tribe.
So, where's all the refugees at?
Don't tell me I'm in the wrong camp! How will I survive?
AAHHHHHHHHH
Cornflower, it's just jokes. I can be snarky or not snarky as the situation warrants it.
I just want tribe to come back up so I can bitch about how it was down. I pay f bucks a month so I can do that, dammit! They owe me 3.50 dollars in bitching minutes!
My, my, my. I know how stimulating the tribe can be, but, after all, we are spawn. We ought to be able to create our own fun. Like, what do you miss talking about. -- I am so not into diapers. Been there did that over 25 years ago. That was enough for me. But hey, the LHC is coming online Wednesday, Quiji boards are scary, there's Josef Fritzl in Austria, and lots of people who want to paint themselves blue and run naked in the woods. The world is your oyster. Talk about it.
Well, forgive me if I go ahead and start mouse nesting/mouse knitting. Oh, I figured out the way to subdue the mice for knitting -- medicinal scotch is bound to do the relaxation trick. So I will go to my nest and knit some mice. And we sill see if our tribes come back online tomorrow. If not, I'll see you here for some more fun.
Yes. And with mine, they can stick to their own colors because it is grey, black, and white. Black Douglas. No need for dying and such. Very straight-forward. I'd like to model the result as a stole with feet and tails, as they used to do the minks back in the '40's or so. I am sure that would add to the whole Scot/barbarian theme as well.
Yes but is it Safe around Pets? Swifter seemed so good then we found out it makes cats and dogs sick....
Besides I think my Wife has a black Hole already.... No not there, silly, in her purse... It sucks all the money out of us.... Looks like a credit Card but I know it is a Black Hole.. Can we train it to do something useful?
Permalink Reply by Marpa on September 9, 2008 at 11:05am
Haven't those scientists watched Farscape?
John Crichton: Check it out! [holding a snowball in his hand] John Crichton: This is your universe. This, is your universe on wormholes. [crushes snowball in his hand]