(lets just wait till he's out of spells and then see what he's good for when he's not hiding behind magic...
)T'lainya: Yes, I have to wait till tomorrow for the fun stuff to happen again. Maybe I'll meet a promising set of shoulders then too...
The Ultimate poll: Chrisys object of desire
I don't think it's working Waverly, I still don't feel an unexplainable urge to send you that pic... try harder, it might work next time...
(lets just wait till he's out of spells and then see what he's good for when he's not hiding behind magic...)
T'lainya: Yes, I have to wait till tomorrow for the fun stuff to happen again. Maybe I'll meet a promising set of shoulders then too...
(lets just wait till he's out of spells and then see what he's good for when he's not hiding behind magic...
)T'lainya: Yes, I have to wait till tomorrow for the fun stuff to happen again. Maybe I'll meet a promising set of shoulders then too...
OK. This is just a joke, although some people tell it as one of those 'happened to a friend of a friend stories':
A friend of a guy in the Nutrition School at Tufts was one of the lucky passengers on board a Northwest Airlines flight to Boston during our recent hurricane "Bob". The captain did his best to skirt the edge of the storm, but it was a pretty rough ride just the same - rough enough that the flight attendants were ordered to strap themselves into their seats for about half an hour, and many of the passengers were putting the little plastic-lined bags in their seat pockets to good use. When the turbulence finally abated, the flight attendants unbuckled themselves, and the captain's voice came on over the intercom:
"Well, folks, that was quite some ride, wasn't it? But we came through it fine, just the way we always do, and I'm happy to report that it looks like the remainder of our trip should be much calmer. On behalf of myself and today's flight crew, I'd like to thank you very much for your calmness and cooperation, and extend our best wishes for a pleasant stay in Boston."
After a short pause and several clicks:
"Jesus Christ - whadda bitchin' ride. Boy, I sure could use a cup of good strong coffee and a b*** j** [read: oral sex], right about now."
As a stricken stewardess dashed up the aisle to the cabin to inform the captain that his intercom was still on, one of the passengers called after her, "Don't forget the coffee!"
A friend of a guy in the Nutrition School at Tufts was one of the lucky passengers on board a Northwest Airlines flight to Boston during our recent hurricane "Bob". The captain did his best to skirt the edge of the storm, but it was a pretty rough ride just the same - rough enough that the flight attendants were ordered to strap themselves into their seats for about half an hour, and many of the passengers were putting the little plastic-lined bags in their seat pockets to good use. When the turbulence finally abated, the flight attendants unbuckled themselves, and the captain's voice came on over the intercom:
"Well, folks, that was quite some ride, wasn't it? But we came through it fine, just the way we always do, and I'm happy to report that it looks like the remainder of our trip should be much calmer. On behalf of myself and today's flight crew, I'd like to thank you very much for your calmness and cooperation, and extend our best wishes for a pleasant stay in Boston."
After a short pause and several clicks:
"Jesus Christ - whadda bitchin' ride. Boy, I sure could use a cup of good strong coffee and a b*** j** [read: oral sex], right about now."
As a stricken stewardess dashed up the aisle to the cabin to inform the captain that his intercom was still on, one of the passengers called after her, "Don't forget the coffee!"
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Waverly, why would anyone want American (No offense) when they could have the man from the friendly counrty! Heh... My god, I'm becoming like the rest of them.... Oh well... So, you got pissed drunk on a school trip Chrissy, good for you! I personally don't drink beer, and only drink on occasion. Never been drunk (Amen) Tell me, when you had the tequilia, was it the kind with the worm at the bottom? If not, then you didn't get the good stuff. Personally I prefer J.D's, but can never get a hold of it, oh well. Anyway.... It sounds like you had a lot of fun on that trip.
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When is a Raven like a Writing desk?
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When is a Raven like a Writing desk?
Hmm. Young Aegis...let me take your statement seriously [relax, I know it is a joke]: While this is a terrific country, no on knows better then Waverly how uterly obnoxious Americans can be. There is no single person on the planet more embarassed for them or by them when they act up. That is why I am always on my best behaviour when travelling (people probably think I'm Canadian ).
What country do you come from, so that I might make fun of it properly?
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
).What country do you come from, so that I might make fun of it properly?
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Aegis: You're 15, you're not supposed to get hold of it... It was a club I never saw the bottle but my guess is that there wasn't a worm in it, there was too large a demand... Never gotten drunk. Wait till you're as old as many of the kids around here and you'll be drunk every weekend at least once.
Waverly: I think I knew that one, or a different version of it. But you managed a smile even so. Thanks for at least trying to cheer me up.
Back me up here:
Jack Daniels? for a 15-year old? My my, what happened to the world when I was here spamming...
My favorites are actually a few Italian and French white wines of which I can't remember the names. Baileys, Tequila, Vodka, Vodka-Redbull and some idiot mix of Goldstrike, Blue Curacao and lots of other unidentified fluids... It looks blue and tastes like cinnamon. And it burns your lips if you spill any of it. But a Bacardi Breezer will do too. Right about now anything would do.
Waverly: I think I knew that one, or a different version of it. But you managed a smile even so. Thanks for at least trying to cheer me up.
Back me up here:
Jack Daniels? for a 15-year old? My my, what happened to the world when I was here spamming...
My favorites are actually a few Italian and French white wines of which I can't remember the names. Baileys, Tequila, Vodka, Vodka-Redbull and some idiot mix of Goldstrike, Blue Curacao and lots of other unidentified fluids... It looks blue and tastes like cinnamon. And it burns your lips if you spill any of it. But a Bacardi Breezer will do too. Right about now anything would do.
@Melosh, out? How come?
@Chrissy here's an old one... this is cut and paste from another source, not my words:
A guy dated a girl for quite some time, both while they were of tender years and lived with their parents. When she left for college, she decided to move on and play the field. The guy was crushed, and bombarded her with candy, flowers, etc. She soon grew tired of this and told him in harsh terms to desist. To really get the message across, she decided to send the lad some photographs of herself performing oral sex on her new boyfriend. The jilted lover was crushed at first, but his dismay soon turned to the urge for revenge. He simply returned the photos to the girl's home address . . . addressed to her father with the note "Dear Dad, School is great! Making lots of new friends."
EDIT, those are some hefty drinks there, girl!
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@Chrissy here's an old one... this is cut and paste from another source, not my words:
A guy dated a girl for quite some time, both while they were of tender years and lived with their parents. When she left for college, she decided to move on and play the field. The guy was crushed, and bombarded her with candy, flowers, etc. She soon grew tired of this and told him in harsh terms to desist. To really get the message across, she decided to send the lad some photographs of herself performing oral sex on her new boyfriend. The jilted lover was crushed at first, but his dismay soon turned to the urge for revenge. He simply returned the photos to the girl's home address . . . addressed to her father with the note "Dear Dad, School is great! Making lots of new friends."
EDIT, those are some hefty drinks there, girl!
[This message has been edited by Waverly (edited 02-02-2001).]
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Waverly: OUCH!!! Remind me never to send you any compromising pictures...Oh you're doing just the opposite... never mind.
Hefty drinks, yeah I know. I made this deal with myself not to drink more than 2 glasses a night and that works fine. (see, I'm not an alcoholic) The reason?
Some time ago my best friend was throwing a party. She had turned 18, her sister 16 and her brother 21 earlier that year so their parents (go figure) demaned a party. There was wine, beer and Vodka. And lots of softdrinks. Beer was flowing as usual but I don't like beer that much so I decided to take a swig of the Vodka. Too bad it tasted that good... My parents were at that party, it started at about 9 and they left at 11and I was already a bit tipsy when they left. My mom was already mumbling something about me not riding home alone and all but she always does that so I just waved them off and went back to the others.
Six longdrink glasses of pure Vodka later I decided that I was gonna have to take it easy or fall over. I went upstairs where a couple of friends of my friends' sister were and chatted a bit leaning my back to a cool wall and trying to clear my head. At that point I decided I enver wanted to get drunk again, cause my entire world was spinning so bad I thought something bad was gonna happen.
I apologised to my friend and we made an extra bed and I stayed the night after being sick. Going to bed at about... 00:30 with a party going on in the garden. At 3:30 I woke up again and went downstairs, the last partiers were still around and I was trying to decide if i could ride home, but that woudl mean I'd have to ride home alone(which i normally dont mind but I was still a bit foggy). So I stayed. I can tell you I have never been as embarassed as the next morning when I woke up. But her parents are nice people (I joined them on a three week vacation before so they knew me quite well) and they didn't mind. Neither did my parents. So when it was clear nobody was gonna yell at me and I was busy helping with the cleaning I made up the two drinks rule. Now it doesn't matter that much that I like the strong stuff better. Haven't been drunk since.
Remind me never to send you any compromising pictures...Oh you're doing just the opposite... never mind.Hefty drinks, yeah I know. I made this deal with myself not to drink more than 2 glasses a night and that works fine. (see, I'm not an alcoholic
) The reason?Some time ago my best friend was throwing a party. She had turned 18, her sister 16 and her brother 21 earlier that year so their parents (go figure) demaned a party. There was wine, beer and Vodka. And lots of softdrinks. Beer was flowing as usual but I don't like beer that much so I decided to take a swig of the Vodka. Too bad it tasted that good... My parents were at that party, it started at about 9 and they left at 11and I was already a bit tipsy when they left. My mom was already mumbling something about me not riding home alone and all but she always does that so I just waved them off and went back to the others.
Six longdrink glasses of pure Vodka later I decided that I was gonna have to take it easy or fall over. I went upstairs where a couple of friends of my friends' sister were and chatted a bit leaning my back to a cool wall and trying to clear my head. At that point I decided I enver wanted to get drunk again, cause my entire world was spinning so bad I thought something bad was gonna happen.
I apologised to my friend and we made an extra bed and I stayed the night after being sick. Going to bed at about... 00:30 with a party going on in the garden. At 3:30 I woke up again and went downstairs, the last partiers were still around and I was trying to decide if i could ride home, but that woudl mean I'd have to ride home alone(which i normally dont mind but I was still a bit foggy). So I stayed. I can tell you I have never been as embarassed as the next morning when I woke up. But her parents are nice people (I joined them on a three week vacation before so they knew me quite well) and they didn't mind. Neither did my parents. So when it was clear nobody was gonna yell at me and I was busy helping with the cleaning I made up the two drinks rule. Now it doesn't matter that much that I like the strong stuff better. Haven't been drunk since.
Glad to see you back Omar..Originally posted by Omar:
Come on Melosh! The temple of Ilmater is nearby! Just go there and ask for a Raise Dead spell for your buddy (don't forget to bring it along!)
Listen to Omar don't die the evil group needs you..
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"Boo says Weasel is the best"
"Vile and evil, yes. But, That's Weasel" From BS's book, MD 20/20: Fine Wines of Rocky Flop.