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Taldrenites => Dynaverse II Experiences => Topic started by: J'inn on March 03, 2003, 03:35:19 pm
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What the hell is going on? I feel like I'm Courtside at a Lakers v. Kings game!
BTW: Being in D.C. I get to see Micheal. 
Anyways G'Warlock I can undestand (I'm horrified) but I understand.
WHat the heck has gotten into the rest of you!!!??
And who slipped the acid into the SPQR clubhouse?? I think they've gone over the edge.
Hey Drall!! Or whatever yer calling yourself lately. Please catch me on MSN when you get a chance. I got some Rommie flying questions.
Jeez guys!!! DOE isn't going to start until mid-month!!
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Since when did Dijon not like trashy talk?
<runs to get TraceyG>
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TRASH talk - - - As in sports and such.
NOT
TRASHY talk - - as in daytime soaps, BayWatch, anything on FOX, and Tanty's online chat. <snicker>
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So, in other words..... <muffled laughter>
Since you are now a couple with Die Hard, you don't like "sports or such" manly things any more.
You are a more gentle Kitty, a kinder Kitty, a Kitty that has a soft side now that likes to watch soaps and talk to Tanty online. <gasp> Oh no!!! What will Die Hard say!!! Does he know about you and Tanty?? Is this going to be a lover's triangle??? Oh, such horror!!
<hit J'inn on head with Rolling PIn and runs away>
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EGAD!!
Oh yeah well . . . Um ...... Welll.....
Oh heck!!
I'm going to lose this one aren't I?
<assumes fetal position and waives white flag>
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Um, J'inn. The trash talk has yet to begin. I'm flying Romulan on DOE with you . . .
Say hello to your new best friend
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Make that the triad of poor lost souls who dont know crap about plasma.
O yea, GDA, eat my shorts
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Um, J'inn. The trash talk has yet to begin. I'm flying Romulan on DOE with you . . .
Say hello to your new best friend
Somewhere in a quasi rural area of Maryland where the snobbish live . . .
A man sits at his computer in his robe. His Te Amo cigar hanging loosely from his mouth . He reeks of cheep gin and stogies. Well that and a certain smell only attorneys seem to have. He sits there . . . staring at the screen. . . . His pupils dilated, his jaw slack.
And then suddenly . . . . he screams like a little girl at a cheep horror flick.
The horror rhe horror . . . .
Errrrr.... just one question, what are you doing sitting at the computer with just a robe on???
On second thought... dont answer that!