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RAT

Sunday, January 23, 2005 3:39 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*twg crawls under the pool table only to find a pillow shaped like Rat.*

*from behind twg's back she revelas a fluffy, royal blue feather boa*

Tada! You want this?

NO! I'm hideing, now if I give you a Pepsimilk

will you shoo before someone see's me?

-Ratboy

MALICIOUS

Sunday, January 23, 2005 3:41 AM

Rat! I LOVE the feathers! That boa is sooo you!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

RAT

Sunday, January 23, 2005 3:55 AM

That's not me, that's someone else! I'm still hideing under the pool table.

-Ratboy

CAGEYBEE

Sunday, January 23, 2005 4:04 AM

*KGB comes back from the east wing in slinky dress #2 and a pillow version of herself dressed in slinky dress #1*

I just made this in my room. Pretty neato, huh? Anyway, Mal, if you feel like bonking anybody with scepter or bats or microphones, the Pillow Me can take it.

*whispers in Pillow KGB's ear, to which Pillow KGB whips her up a margarita and then sits down next to the bar*

I should have sewed a Pillow Me a long time ago. They're so agreeable...and so pretty.

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

THEREALME

Sunday, January 23, 2005 5:15 AM

* The Real Me dares not look. *

Uh, is Rat wearing something BESIDES the feather boa?

The Real Me

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THEREALME

Sunday, January 23, 2005 5:18 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by cageybee:
*KGB comes back from the east wing in slinky dress #2 and a pillow version of herself dressed in slinky dress #1*

I just made this in my room. Pretty neato, huh? Anyway, Mal, if you feel like bonking anybody with scepter or bats or microphones, the Pillow Me can take it.

*whispers in Pillow KGB's ear, to which Pillow KGB whips her up a margarita and then sits down next to the bar*

I should have sewed a Pillow Me a long time ago. They're so agreeable...and so pretty.

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

Huh!

A Pillow Golem!

I thought that you had to make golems out of clay or rock...

The Real Me

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RAT

Sunday, January 23, 2005 6:28 AM

trm. FOR THE LAST TIME, THATS NOT ME!!!
I dont know who that is, but I'm still under the pool table. It must be an impostor. I say we shoot first and ask questions later!

-Ratboy

THEREALME

Sunday, January 23, 2005 9:17 AM

* The Real Me looks at Rat wearing the feather boa, then he looks under the pool table at Rat trying to hide. He looks back and forth a few times. *

Hmmmm...

Maybe when I teleported you over from the (Old) Thread Dedicated to Mal-licious, you were already here? It was done all in a rush, so perhaps I didn't synchronize the time right. Don't worry, I soon expect one of you to go off to Mal-licious' thread, to end up being teleported here. It will work out in the end.

Or maybe one of you IS an imposter?

Oh, or maybe your superpower is that you can split into TWO Rats?

* To the hiding Rat, The Real Me adds: *

Say, do you know that you are in Ebo's spot?

The Real Me

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EBONEZER

Sunday, January 23, 2005 6:59 PM

*one of those spiffy porthole things open and ebo falls out.*

Ow.

Bloody hell. English homework is distroying my life! Did i miss the pangent? I hope i diddn't miss the pagent!

*Ebo looks around and sees that there are people in various states of pagent-readyness, but that the pagentistelf had yet to start.*

Yay! Just lemmie get ready!

*Ebo dives under the pool table to find her dress.*

What in the hell is that? There's something under here! Help!

*Ebo scrambles out from under the pool table and clambors up onto YOU's shoulders.*

Did you see that? There's some hairy monster under there! It tired to eat me! Call the police! No, the army! Definatly the army!

Heeeellllppppp!!!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

MALICIOUS

Sunday, January 23, 2005 11:30 PM

Was it blue and feathery? That's Rat.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

EBONEZER

Monday, January 24, 2005 1:00 AM

Why is he in MY BED!?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

RAT

Monday, January 24, 2005 1:07 AM

He forgot your "bed" was under the pool table. He's goin' ta go hide behind the bar and have a Hanks!

-Ratboy

edit- By the way, that's not me in the feather boa! And I think we need to take care of the problem, if ya know what I mean!

2nd edit- The problem being the impostor.

MONTANAGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 1:13 AM

Hey Rat, do you have any Barq's back there, or is that too common for your root beer collection?

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

RAT

Monday, January 24, 2005 1:47 AM

I'v got some Barq's, so come on back!

-Ratboy

CAGEYBEE

Monday, January 24, 2005 2:08 AM

*swings into the treehouse on her new tire swing, and the Pillow KGB gives her as she sails back out the window*

Wheeeee! Anyway, when is this pagent? And if you menfolk refuse dresses slinky and frilly, what will you be wearing?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

MONTANAGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 2:11 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:
I'v got some Barq's, so come on back!

-Ratboy

Yea, my favorite, thanks!

So how 'bout a game of Tallcard? I don't actually know how to play, but I reckon if Jayne can figure it out then so can I.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

EBONEZER

Monday, January 24, 2005 2:48 AM

*Ebo crawls down from You's shoulders and back under her pool table. She flicks some blue feathers away and digs around in the blankets before she finds her slinky dress.*

Lemmie just change real fast.

*Ebo trots back into a back room and slips into her slip of a dress. She puts make-up on even. All who witness are very impressed.*

Ta-da!

*Ebo twirls in her short black halter-top dress.*

Let the pagent begin!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

THATWEIRDGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 3:29 AM

*a slim, tux clad figure slinks across the treehouse common room, twirls, and leans ever so casually on a simple black cane*

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please...
*the cane slips and twg falls ungracefully to the floor. she jumps up quickly*

Now that I have your attention, let us begin.
This evening we honor our fearless leader Ebo and the esteemed mistresses, KGB and Mal. These incredible women will select the most alluring man in the treehouse. The men will bejudged in three categories: Evening gown, mistress bidding, and knitting.

*waves left hand dramatically toward the hallway*

Without further ado, I present to you "The Mister of the Mistress of the Treehouse Pageant".

*music surges as we go to commercial break*

www.thatweirdgirl.com

THEREALME

Monday, January 24, 2005 4:24 AM

Not to worry, Ebo, that's just Rat under the pool table. I already warned him that he was trespassing in your...

Ebo?

What the...?

* Just a moment ago, it seemed, Ebonezer was sitting on The Real Me's shoulders. NOW where was she? Did The Real Me just have a blackout? THAT will teach him to spend the day in Denver! *

* The Real Me notices an attractive young woman twirling around in a slinky dress. She looks somewhat like Ebo, except for... *

* Stunned, The Real Me realizes that it IS Ebo! The Real Me is very impressed. *

Oh, it looks like a party is starting.

* The Real Me hops back into his lawn chair. He invites one of the Rats to take a seat next to his. *

The Real Me

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RAT

Monday, January 24, 2005 5:12 AM

VOTE RAT ON CTP#11

...........................................................................................................commercial advertisement

-Ratboy

MONTANAGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 5:20 AM

We may be able to work out some sort of deal. I'll vote for you in Caption Tightpants if you agree to participate in the pageant. I have a lovely little wine colored dress that you can wear. Unless you want to stick with the feather boa?

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

RAT

Monday, January 24, 2005 5:26 AM

I may be a politician but I won't take a bribe!

-Ratboy

MONTANAGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 5:56 AM

Oh well, I thought I'd at least try.

I like your bouncing smiley faces.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

RAT

Monday, January 24, 2005 6:02 AM

Thanks!!

-Ratboy

COSMICFUGITIVE

Monday, January 24, 2005 1:51 PM

The pageant's starting?!

Need to get ready!! Where's that gorram outfit?!

*CosmicFugitive runs into his room, looking towards the rest of the crowd. He dives through the doorway and falls over his bunk. A hand shoots into the air from behind the bunk as he holds up his custom made dress in victory.*

"Yes!"

*CosmicFugitive's arm slumps onto the bunk.*

"...Ow!..How do I get up?"

[GIF] [/GIF]

MALICIOUS

Monday, January 24, 2005 8:12 PM

Awwww! Hey, everyone! We will need to go into CosmicFugitive's room to see his dress. That way, he doesn't have to extricate himself from behind his bunk. Hmmm. That will, however, hamper his Mister-ing efforts somewhat, I would imagine.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

THATWEIRDGIRL

Monday, January 24, 2005 11:28 PM

doo doo doo doo, doo-doo, do-wah! It doesn't matter...

*twg heads backstage (down the hallway) to extricate CosmicFugitive, gently pulling on the outstretched arm* Come on, help me here. I'm tiny and you're a big strong man. *a low groan escapes from the wall. twg tumbles back onto her bum and finds CF sprawled across her*

Hey, get up. We have a show to do. *brushes lint from CF's dress and tucks a stray bit of hair behind his ear* There, you look great! Listen for you cue. I gotta get back out there before Mr. Jones cuts back from the commercial...
...fresh goes better... Crap! Gotta run!

*running thru the hallway, she trips over her own feet and somersaults onto the stage just as the audience hears the fresh maker!

Welcome back!

www.thatweirdgirl.com

MALICIOUS

Monday, January 24, 2005 11:35 PM

We're on TEE-VEE??? And here I am sitting in my judge's chair in sweats and an Eagles shirt! I better go spiff up a bit. Perhaps I should change my hair color.....

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

THEREALME

Monday, January 24, 2005 11:49 PM

We're ON THE AIR?

Huh.

* The Real Me reconsiders whether or not he should participate in this fiasco. *

The Real Me

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EBONEZER

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 1:15 AM

*Ebo continues spinning in her slinky black dress.*

You know in pre-school, i was the all-time record holder for longest time spent spinning. I can do this all day.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 3:06 AM

*Has been swimming several days. Spots tree floating in the sky. Considers problem. Drowning = not good. Uses convenient cell, dials up coast guard. Gets wrong number, instead out thwops Sikorsy Sea Dragon cargo hauler. Excellent chopper basket ride, Russian pilot conveniently charges cozen's credit card to its max. Hovering above floating treehouse, 'copter creates hurricanelike conditions. Pilot shoves cozen out. cozen plummets thru and kills a few shiny metal butterflies -sorry! - and feels bad for that, but not as bad as after landing on the pool table.*

Ouch!

*Reaches into backpack, removes gold lame dress bought at Wallmart, nice Chinese slippers, a lifesize inflateable Kaylee doll, and a gallon of Napoleon brandy.*

Brought some crystal wineglasses, too, but they seem to have lost their structural integrity.

Don't know what was worse, emerging from the Wallmart fitting room in that dress, or shaving my legs. Need somebody to inflate the doll.

Am I in time for the show?

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

THATWEIRDGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 3:36 AM

*while the camera is focused on Ebo Golem dancing to "Strut", twg leaves to check on the manly girly men*

Hey guys, are you almost ready? Lookin' good CosmicFugitve. SimonWho love what you've done with your eyes. Badger? I could have sworn you were in here, where'd ya go? Cozen, nice to meet ya, there's not much time to get all dolled up. Do you understand how you will be judged? No matter, you'll get the hang of it quick enough.

Did I hear TRM reconsider?

*Ebo Golem, sporting leather and lace, makes one last circuit of the stage as we hear the fade... strut hot. put it out. that's what we want from our men... !applause!*

Thank you Ebo Golem. We're certainly glad she hasn't walked out our door. *chirp, chirp* Hehe, now I know how Whoopi felt.

I'd like to introduce our judges: our lovely and talented fearless leader Ebo *applause* our greatly missed and triumphantly returned KGB *applause* and our Mistress Most High, the creme brulee all of us love, Mmmmalicous *applause*

Ladies would you like to go over some of the things you will be looking for while you're judging the Evening Gown portion of the pageant?

www.thatweirdgirl.com

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:16 AM

*Rummaging in backpack. 3 items left: Victora's Secret Valentine edible "underwear", with silken meshed center. Very damp, from all the swimming. Uck! The things I do for the sake of a thread. Knitting needles, magic thread. Exchanges underthings beneath Wallmart gold lame dress. Ick. Notices tv camera,hopes the station's in commercials. Prays for something, anything to delay start of pageant, while he knits a chocolate ice-cream creme brule sculpture in the shape of Malcolm Reynolds-with-a-grin-like-he's-smiling-at-Inara pose. Looks for pepsimilk to smother it with.. Pepsimilk?!*

This bribing the judges routine looks like a difficult task, what with the maxed-out credit card.

*Casts woeful glance at crumpled up, uninflated inflatable Kaylee doll.* Things not going so good. The rootbeer guy a judge? I can get rootbeer.

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

THATWEIRDGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:22 AM

just so you know, twg is not one of the judges. If you offer the others Pepsimilk, you'll very likely loose. They don't like the stuff. if you want my opinion, and you probably don't, you should focus on teh mistress bidding. The other guys have had a lot of practice with that, it's your weak spot.

Anywho, I gotta get back to the regualrly scheduled pageant.

*she turns, tossing her hair oh so dramaticaly over her shoulder and smiles at the camera*

www.thatweirdgirl.com

EBONEZER

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:41 AM

*Ebo twirls her way over to a chair*

Woah. Y'all need to stop jumpin about like that if you expect to get judged.

*She shakes her head, then realzes that that probably didn't help much.*

Anyway I'll be judging on slinkyness, how well you got your legs shaved (although I won't be TOO hard on this, I'm not so good at that my own self), air flow, and - um - talent. Yeah. Talent. I got none of my own so share yours!

Do I get a spiffy sash that says "Honorary Judge Extrodanaire?"

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:46 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
you should focus on teh mistress bidding.
*she turns, tossing her hair oh so dramaticaly over her shoulder and smiles at the camera*

www.thatweirdgirl.com

Bid y'all g'night.

Trumped. Hopes for Miss Congeniality prize. Begins inflating Kaylee doll, to dance with, on stage.

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

THATWEIRDGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:52 AM

hey , you're not out yet. you got a lovely dress on and you have the magical knitting stuff. Just focus on the fanning and drink bringing when we get to that portion of the competition. I think you have a shot.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 5:16 AM

A gallon of brandy not enough? Aaarrg! guess I need more learnin' on how to bribe these womenfolk.

*Wishes the entire treehouse crew would ease off slurping the goods.*

*Nervously eyes stage as pageant begins, while furioulsly knitting "Awesomest Judgestress" onto red velvet sash.*

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

MONTANAGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:14 AM

*montanagirl sits at the bar, bumming Barq's off of Rat and watching the proceedings*

Wow, Cozen's knitting a sash! I'm not a judge or anything, but I think that should count towards talent. (Now let's just hope he knows enough to give it to Mal-licious, otherwise she might bonk him with her scepter.)

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

THEREALME

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 7:05 AM

* Reclining in his lawn chair, The Real Me takes another bite out of his hard lemonade and studies the newcomer carefully. Just who IS this guy? The Real Me checks Cozen's profile. Huh. Not much there. He's brand new. But CLEARLY a formidable opponent. He is well prepared. He has studied us well. Perhaps TOO well... *

* But The Real Me has been around since the days of the "Forgotten Not a Guy/Girl Clubhouse", the sole male survivor of those dark days, when all men were enslaved. NOBODY can "minion" better! *

* The Real Me finishes his hard lemonade and leaps up onto his lawn chair. *

I shall enter this contest!

* The Real Me snaps his fingers. *

Ebo Golem! I require your aid to get into my attire!

* The Ebo Golem moves toward The Real Me. The Real Me grabs one of the Rats... the one still wearing the feather boa. *

I'll need your help too, Rat.

* The three of them head off. *

The Real Me

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RAT

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 7:39 AM

Maybe thats not Rat, maybe thats a flying squirrel!

-Ratboy

PSYCHICRIVER

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 11:37 AM

Ooh...it's soo intense....

Can I be entertainment for while the judges are deciding?

I can show them my new flying tricks!

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

THEREALME

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 3:56 PM

* The Real Me pauses on his way to his room. *

Say, is minioning considered a separate event from the talent competition?

The Real Me

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MALICIOUS

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 8:18 PM

Personally, I will be giving high marks for:

1) Quality of palm frond fanning--rapidly enough to cool, yet gentle so as to not muss-up the hair. Not too close, yet not too far away either.
2) Quantity of drinks mixed. Ooops! Did I say "quantity?" I meant QUALITY! Of course. Who knows how to make a French Martini? Purple Slurpee? Lynchburg Lemonade?
3) Quality of fawning. TRM, you've got some competition in Cozen. Jefe--not so much. And CosmicFugitive appears to be a bit clutzy.
4) I will also take into account the level of flattery and adoration. Not just for me either. (I know! GASP!) The other two judges deserve almost as much as me. The....adeptness...of the compliments will be strongly considered.
5) The evening gown and talent competitions are not the only ones either! I have just decided to add the swimsuit competition. AND you must walk gracefully in high-heels.
6) The degree of difficulty for each aspect of what I am judging will also be factored in.

Are we ready to start yet?

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

THATWEIRDGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 9:54 PM

...they weren't beagles at all.

*laughter and applause*

Now, I have the pleasure to introduce an incredible talent to entertain you while the contestants prepare for the swimsuit challenge. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...PsychicRiver!

*applause fades as a lone mellow horn echoes in the treehoue. a spotlight shines on a figure floating above the stage floor*

www.thatweirdgirl.com

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 11:32 PM

cozen's busy day.

*Learns girl in slinky black dress is judge ebonezer! Finds her slumped in chair, eyes spinning spinning spinning. Very carefully drapes Awesomest Judgestress knitted sash around her shoulders. From beneath his dress he removes chain with shiny Kennedy half-dollar, waves it rythmically in front of ebonezer's vision, softly chanting "you will cast all your votes for cozen". Though she's successfully hypnotized, he places a pint of brandy in her hand, just to be sure.*

*Tracks down KGB, reclining by the bar. Spends two hours whispering sweet nothings, quoting bad romantic poetry and trying to massage the kinks from her knotted shoulders. TV crew member informs him he's been wooing a Pillow Me. cozen considers diving off the floating treehouse to drown in the sea below.*

*Doesn't give up. Spies palm frond poking out from the wreckage of the pool table. Knits frond to a hockey stick, spends three hours, between stage appearances, standing exactly 3.5 feet from judge mal-icious and waving the frond in precise 35 degree arcs at a rate of 18 waves per minute.*

*When excused, cozen shaves chest and orders in a large list of various boozy items, having first extended his credit card limit. Sikorsky arrives,chopping up 150 butterfly thingies -sorry!- and dropping package which lands on montanagirl's lap, causing some serious bruising -sorry!-. Runs away with package, almost all of which has shattered on impact, except for a package of cherry koolaid, a bottle of Bacardi rum, and a gallon of Muscovaia vodka.*

*Re-approaches mal-icious.* On bended knee patiently awaits the half hour required to gain the worthiness of her attention. Offers quart jug.* "Oh most esteemed Queen Of Threads, please accept from this most unworthy cur a vile, yet heartfelt offering. For, with graceless ineptitude, I have destroyed the ingredients of many de-licious concoctions, yet feel you may wish, if only to humiliate me by boozy batism, to accept my pitiful gift." *Hands over jug of Love Potion #9.* "Oh, and here's the knitted grinning Mal sculpture, sans pepsimilk."

*cozen runs off, in search of a spiffing swimsuit*

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

THATWEIRDGIRL

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 11:38 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
he places a pint of brandy in her hand, just to be sure.*

Ahh! no. I should have warned ye, she takes the frozen lemonade. You know, the kind in the little cardbaord tubes on the frozen aisle at the grocer, yellow and black? If the alliance finds out we've been serving her that, we may loose the Pepsimilk Bar.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

MALICIOUS

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 11:44 PM

(Mal-Licious scribbles some notes on her judge's official check-scroll. Then continues to observe.)

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

COZEN

Tuesday, January 25, 2005 11:55 PM

*cellphone chirps*

Yeah?

*Convenient remote secretary, couple paychecks due, says: "Moron. judge mal-icious is in Jefe's harem. You lose that vote, idiot! And you got the beverages all wrong."

(Click!)

*cozen is stunned. Needs help. Spies twg slinking around the treehouse.

"Hi. I need help. Oh, and a pair of bitchin' high heeled shoes, men's size 10 (these chinese slippers don't cut it). Anything you can do? I offer a week of utter devotional servitude."

Consistency is the hobgoblin of simple minds.

EBONEZER

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 12:38 AM

Wow. Bonus points to Cozen for supplying alchohol to minors!

*Ebo wanders over to her pool table to find some slinky fishnet stockings only to find it smashed!*

Gasp!

My pooltable! My under-the-pool-table-nest! Crushed!

*Cries*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

SIMONWHO

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 12:57 AM

*emerges triumphantly onto the catwalk*

Hello, my name is SimonWho and I like kittens, Mozart and dancing. I want to work with children and animals in the future and my greatest wish is for world peace and for every Fox executive to fall into a vat of chemicals.

*struts away leaving just a trace of exquisite calves behind*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling SimonWho a boy.

EBONEZER

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 1:01 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:

Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling SimonWho a boy.

*Dies laughing!*

*Gives self CPR*

*Dies laughing again!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

COZEN

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 2:03 AM

Quote:

*Dies laughing again!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

*Smell of Noxema, liberally applied to cozen's freshly shaven chest. Applies CPR to deadlike ebonezer, summoning much chivalry to offset enjoyment of mouth-to-mouth resusitation bit. Thankfully,she revives,but the hypnosis has worn off on account of her having died and all.*

"I am at your mercy, Oh spinny Ebo. I have wrecked your pool table, lack bitchin' high heels, am possibly given over to twg for a week's servitude. judge mal-icious ain't in my harem (okay, I don't even have a harem). And I lack hypnotic control over your mind, but I desperatly need your vote in the pageant. Simply tell me the cost for your vote, and I shall do what I can. btw, what do I gotta do for kgb's vote anyway?"

*Calls up 5th gynaecologist to enquire what the hell s/he saw. Is put on hold.

This is not my best day ever.

MALICIOUS

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 2:30 AM

Quick! Someone call TheGreyJedi to fix Ebo's pool table! And tell him to wear an evening gown!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

MONTANAGIRL

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 3:46 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
Hello, my name is SimonWho and I like kittens, Mozart and dancing. I want to work with children and animals in the future and my greatest wish is for world peace and for every Fox executive to fall into a vat of chemicals.

Am I the only one who got a sudden image of the Flying Circus' Summarize Proust contest? And now I have a double image of SimonWho and Graham Chapman on the stage. Now there's a strange sight.

I need to get my brain back on straight. Hey Rat, gimme a Pepsi straight up! I assume you're still hiding behind the bar there.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

THEREALME

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 3:56 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:

* Sikorsky arrives,chopping up 150 butterfly thingies -sorry!-

* The Real Me thinks. *

Hmmmm… Considering that we only had 100 butterfly thrusters to begin with, and that a handful were knocked out of place when Cozen joined us, and that a FURTHER 150 were just now destroyed, that would mean that we are…

FALLING!

* The Real Me pauses, trying to detect that unmistakable weightless feeling, but it does not come. Perhaps PsychicRiver is holding up the Sereni-TREE with his telekinesis powers. The Real Me gives PsychicRiver a thumbs up. *

Good going, PsychicRiver!

* The Real Me then leads the Ebo Golem and one of the Rats back toward his room. On the way, he pauses to scoop up the handful of butterfly thrusters that Cozen had knocked loose when he first fell. These are perhaps the last ones still operational. *

These could be useful!

* The Real Me enters his suite and motions for the other two to follow him in. They do so. The Real Me closes and locks the door behind him and points to Rat. *

Ebo Golem! Grab and hold this person!

* The Ebo Golem springs into action and grabs Rat in an iron grip. Rat squeals and struggles. Smugly, The Real Me strolls up and pulls off the “Rat” face mask to reveal… The Female Reaver! She fails in her attempt to bite The Real Me’s hand, then she sticks her tongue out at him. *

Ha! Excellent escape attempt, FemaleReaver! You almost had me fooled! Only the fact that there were TWO Rats made me suspicious! Ebo Golem! Tie her up. Securely, this time! Take her to my guest suite and strap her to the Hannibal Lector restraining device. Hmmmm… I’ll have to work on getting a proper holding cell constructed for her.

Oh, well, now on to important matters! Like winning the beauty pageant!

The Real Me

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THEREALME

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:07 AM

* The Real Me goes to the work bench in his personal laboratory, where lay various pieces of his partially-reassembled robot, Sparky. *

I’m glad I got this far with his repairs. I’ll need THIS particular bit for my big finale.

* The Real Me heads to his bathroom and takes a quick shower. He uses his hands to fluff up his curly hair. He shaves off his week-old beard. Then he goes into the master bedroom and pulls down his suitcase. *

I’m glad I had a chance for that side trip to Glen Cook’s "Black Company" dimension.

* The Real Me pulls a very long strip of extraordinarily stretchy black cloth out of the suitcase and begins to wrap it around himself. Like something alive, it quickly finishes the task. He pulls out another strip. Like a snake, it leaps upon him and twists itself about so that it, too, is in place. The Real Me continues. Before long, he is completely covered from head to foot in long strips of stretchy black cloth. He can barely peek out of the hood-like structure that has formed over his head. The ends of each of these long strips seem to float about him, like sea plants gently waving in a current. The Real Me wiggles a bit, and the attire settles on him, the long strips constantly shifting and moving about, like an inconstant robe.

Ohhh! Air flow!

* Almost as an afterthought, The Real Me puts on FemaleReaver-Rat’s discarded blue feather boa. With some satisfaction, The Real Me examines himself in the mirror. *

Frilly!

* Next, The Real Me wonders what he could do for the talent competition. He rummages around his room. The only real props he has of an elegant nature are a couple of pretty Japanese hand fans. What could he do with those? Ah! Suddenly, he has the perfect act in mind. Something that nobody else could duplicate! *

Okay, now a quick trip to Florida, and I’ll be ready!

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sunshine State and walks through. The portal closes behind him. *

The Real Me

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EBONEZER

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:15 AM

I'm alive!

Jubulation!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

RAT

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:20 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
Hey Rat, gimme a Pepsi straight up! I assume you're still hiding behind the bar there.

Yup! Still hiding, here you go!

-Ratboy

RAT

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:26 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Okay, now a quick trip to Florida, and I’ll be ready!

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sunshine State and walks through. The portal closes behind him. *

Be sure Therealme looks up TherealRat.

-Ratboy

MONTANAGIRL

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:28 AM

Danke! I have to say, I'm not a fan of Pepsimilk. I like my Pepsi the way God intended it to be: in a can, with caffeine and calories. Keep 'em coming and I won't let anyone know where you're hiding

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

COZEN

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:49 AM

* The Real Me thinks. *

Hmmmm… Considering that we only had 100 butterfly thrusters to begin with....

On my way down, I could swear I saw a bunch of blue caterpillars. Seems you've created breeding thrusters. I think you're better than you think.

*cozen considers the level of competition.* Dimensional portals to Florida: I ain't got that kind of mojo.

*Sighs. Stumbles across tool chest* Gotta admire the Treehouse Gang's level of preparation.

*Selects tools, grimly sets to repairing the pool table, all the while hoping some nice citizen takes over the task so that he can get on with finding cfm shoes and showstopping bikini.*

This is not my best day ever.

CAGEYBEE

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:23 AM

*dressed in a orange ruffled tuxedo, KGB sails in on an obviously broken scooter, baddly rigged with a jet propulsion engine*

Am I too late? Can I still judge? Are there snacks?

*grabs a bar stool and takes a very small clipboard from her pocket*

My notes say I will be judging sheerly on prettiness....and Jayne-like qualities that do not involve ripping off your dress. Or, wait...

*gets out a giant eraser and makes several corrections to her notes*

Ok, the Official KGB Judging Criteria:
1. Ability to make creme brulee
2. Closest to the stake (just like horseshoes)
3. Best medical language skills and head-wrapping
4. Singing the ABCs backward
5. Supplication

*puts aways clipboard and holds out hand, preparing for it to be kissed. Hand gets cold waiting*

Uh, Pillow Me, where did you put my gloves?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

SIMONWHO

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 10:38 AM

*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

COSMICFUGITIVE

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 5:20 PM

SimonWho wrote:

Quote:
*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

LOL! Classic!

Thanks for the reminder!

ARAMINA

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:19 PM

Hi everybody!

Therealme suggested I pop in and say hello. He/she said I could be crazy and weird (or words to that effect) here, so here I am.

I haven't been here for very long, been on the Bronze:beta for years so I'm well used to the whole online community thing, if not threaded boards. One question I have is when you're joining a thread, do you reply to the first post or the last?

CAGEYBEE

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:28 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

Uh, I was accidentally at dueling lessons during the entire run of Xena. Should I fear for my lips?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

THATWEIRDGIRL

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:33 PM

I reply to the one that made me think to reply.

If you want a place to get away form the world and enjoy the weirdness of life, you've found it. In this thread, and its relatives, we like to escape form the confines of physics and space time. Men can be pirates or queens and women can be commanders and um weirdos. Relax, pull up a hammock, pillow, or lawn chair and enjoy the pageant.

btw, I still need a few filler acts when the contestants prepare for the next phase. Anybody?

www.thatweirdgirl.com

MALICIOUS

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:47 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
...cfm shoes...

Don't for one second think I don't know what that means either! I just can't decide whether to give you points or take them away....

PS: I almost married a man, many years ago, whose name would have caused my initials to be "FMP." I SOOO wanted that vanity license plate!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

SIMONWHO

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 8:52 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cageybee:

Uh, I was accidentally at dueling lessons during the entire run of Xena. Should I fear for my lips?

me

Actually, the image that should have popped into your mind was this one:

(the one on the left isn't a woman, despite the dress and tiara)

So don't worry cageybee. I don't bite... hard.

*runs off to fix his bikini line*

CAGEYBEE

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 8:57 PM

*quickly applies chapstick in preparation for more of the contestants, erm, proposals*

Well, I think it would be safe to say that the rest of you have some serious catching up to do! Thank you, Simon. You will be judged fairly and accurately...with a side bonus for passion.

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

MAI

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:50 PM

Hello Aramina and welcome!

Ok, so I know the pageant is for the manly treehousers, but I have found the perfect dress and don't want it to go to waste. Just give me a minute......

*Mai shuffles off to her room to change into possible the most creative if not uncomfortable dress ever made, but it is oh so SHINY!!!*

dah dah dah dahhhhh!

*Mai enters in her regal and very glittery sort of frilly, dress made entirely of leaves! *

That's right I said leaves...

See it's got barely there straps made from some twisted vines and lots and lots of gorgeous green leaves layered on top of one another. Each layer edged in hunderds of goldenish sequins.

I have just one problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

MONTANAGIRL

Wednesday, January 26, 2005 10:03 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
I have just won problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

Not just barefoot, but grass-stained bare feet! That's the key to setting off a spectacular leaf dress. And maybe some berry earrings.

If we still need filler entertainment, I can sing the first verse of "Silent Night" in German.

Or make cookies.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

COZEN

Thursday, January 27, 2005 12:18 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
...cfm shoes...

Don't for one second think I don't know what that means either! I just can't decide whether to give you points or take them away....

"cozen for mal-icious"

*...resumes varnishing refabbed pool table*

This day keeps gettin' better and better.

THEREALME

Thursday, January 27, 2005 12:39 AM

* In the hot Florida sun, The Real Me curses under his breath and tries again. He hobbles around like a crippled man. How in blazes do women walk in high heels? Beyond how… *

* WHY? *

* The Real Me gives up. He reaches into the shifting folds of his moving, living attire and pulls out one of his butterfly thrusters. Like a coin, he flips it up into the air. It takes its place directly above his head. The Real Me feels his weight lessen. About 0.2 gee should be about right. He finally manages to walk in the torturous devices. He walks, perhaps not elegantly, but at least predictably. *

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sereni-TREE and moves through. He finds himself on the catwalk. The Real Me moves down the catwalk in high heels, with a noticeable bounce in his step. The Real Me notices Aramina in the crowd, and gives a subtle wave. *

* The Real Me presents himself before the judges. He is still wrapped in his numerous strips of long black cloth, with a blue feather boa around his neck. The black strips move and sway about, as if alive. With both hands, The Real Me bats away some of the strips obscuring his face. He bows deeply to the judges. In as perky a tone as he can manage, he begins: *

Greetings! It is I, The Real Me! I like hanging around with my friends in the Treehouse, creating fabulous inventions, and traveling to other dimensions. I also enjoy watching Firefly. It is my dream to find an alternate reality where Joss and crew finished the full seven-year run of the series. If I ever succeed, I promise to bring recordings back here for viewing parties.

* The Real Me spins around slowly. The cloth strips weave about in a little dance like a halo around him. *

If you’d care to take a look at my outfit, you will note that it is “frilly”. But watch. It can convert to “slinky”.

* The Real Me puts his attire into “ultimate protection” mode. The black cloth strips instantly whip around, sending blue feathers flying everywhere, to tightly and securely bind The Real Me like a mummy’s bandages. Unable to move a finger, The Real Me topples over onto the floor. He bounces slowly once or twice, as if in lunar gravity. *

* The Real Me mumbles something unintelligible through the wrappings stretched across his face. *

* That went well... As The Real Me lays there, he realizes that he cannot compete with Cozen in groveling, or with SimonWho for disturbing sexiness. So he will have to make up points during the talent competition. *

The Real Me

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CAGEYBEE

Thursday, January 27, 2005 12:57 AM

*impressed with TRM's both frilly and slinky dress, KGB makes several mental notes. The Pillow KGB then comes over and whispers in KGB's ear*

Xena is a what?!?!?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

RAT

Thursday, January 27, 2005 1:38 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* In the hot Florida sun, The Real Me curses under his breath and tries again. He hobbles around like a crippled.....

Well, don't all the nuts roll downhill to Florida!!

-Ratboy

EBONEZER

Thursday, January 27, 2005 2:15 AM

*ebo wonders if she can make an intelegent contribution to the conversation. She decides she can't. But posts anyway.*

*twirls*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

ZOID

Thursday, January 27, 2005 2:53 AM

Over on the NOB, they get cleavage threads, complete with visual stimuli. Here, we get TVs.

*zoid goes back down to the bilges, opens boiler door and climbs in, and emerges once again in the taproom of 'The Bottom'.*

Preferentially,

zoid
Publican, 'The Bottom of the Tree'

COZEN

Thursday, January 27, 2005 3:03 AM

*Neatly wipes tools, replaces them in convenient toolbox*

Pool table’s done, gooder than new, with improved SmartFelt™ layer that never lets the white ball fall into a pocket. Careful about leaning against the table, varnish might still be a might tacky.

Hmmm.... lotsa stuff under the table here. Broken left shoes. A gallon sized crystal slipper. Fishnet stockings. Robot parts.... And booze! A bunch of booze!

*cozen sets to mixing up a gallon of margaritas. Samples goods at a less than restrained rate of imbibage. Hefts now full gallon sized crystal slipper, and, walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress, finally finds judge cageybee with intent of delivering offering along with the mostest poetical reverse alphabetical recitation of where did this sentence go.... and trips over dastardly [simonwho's coincidentally placed foot, spilling contents all over swank dress #2*

*Passes out on the spot.*

Xena's a warrior, er, "princess". Nudge-nudge

MONTANAGIRL

Thursday, January 27, 2005 3:27 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
...walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress...

*passes out from laughing hysterically*

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

MAI

Thursday, January 27, 2005 3:34 AM

Thanks for the brilliant idea Montanagirl. Ok, so barefeet slightly greenish feet.
Ohhhhhhh and a loverly tiara made out the most lavish wildflowers imaginable.

So, have we seen all the contestants? When will the big decision be made? I am so excited I can barely contain myself...

MAI

Thursday, January 27, 2005 3:40 AM

"Pool table’s done, gooder than new, with improved SmartFelt™ layer that never lets the white ball fall into a pocket."

Wow, that was so nice of you to fix the table. Now maybe we can get back to our game.

Ebo, where are you? I realize you maybe busy attending to pageant responsibilites, but let me know when you wanna get back to the game. I think I was actually doing pretty well.

CAGEYBEE

Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:03 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Cozen
*cozen sets to mixing up a gallon of margaritas. Samples goods at a less than restrained rate of imbibage. Hefts now full gallon sized crystal slipper, and, walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress, finally finds judge cageybee with intent of delivering offering along with the mostest poetical reverse alphabetical recitation of where did this sentence go.... and trips over dastardly [simonwho's coincidentally placed foot, spilling contents all over swank dress #2*

Wow, I'm covered in margarita...Yay! Cozen, you sure know the way to a lady's heart. This competition is really starting to heat up.

*begins licking margarita off arms*

Ok, lock for my vote...who has limes?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

EBONEZER

Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:08 AM

Yay! Pool table all repaired!

Oh, and that booze you found under there, I had nothing to do with that. Probably Rat left it...yeah, thats what happened...

*ahem*

So yeah, pool. I think its your turn Mai...

Oh wait! Before you shoot...

*Forgeting that she has a short dress on, Ebo clambors up onto the pool table.*

Hey! Guys! GUYS! SHUT UP! I hafta brag for a moment.

I'M GONNA MEET MORENA BACCARIN! SCORE!!

Alrighty, I'm all done!

Thanks!

*jumps down.*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

MAI

Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:18 AM

*Pool cue clatters to the floor.....* What?

Ebo, OMG! YOu aRE SO LuckY! When? HOw? YOu have to tell us every minute detail.... Oh, and can I be you? please?

RAT

Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:20 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by ebonezer:
Oh, and that booze you found under there, I had nothing to do with that. Probably Rat left it...yeah, thats what happened...

Again, RootBeer don't count as booze!

-Ratboy

EBONEZER

Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:22 AM

I made a blog. Go read that. I'm lazy and wish not to type it again.

But all the same - *SQUEAL!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

THEREALME

Thursday, January 27, 2005 5:13 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:

Ok, so I know the pageant is for the manly treehousers, but I have found the perfect dress and don't want it to go to waste. Just give me a minute......

*Mai enters in her regal and very glittery sort of frilly, dress made entirely of leaves! *

That's right I said leaves...

See it's got barely there straps made from some twisted vines and lots and lots of gorgeous green leaves layered on top of one another. Each layer edged in hunderds of goldenish sequins.

I have just one problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

Marvelous idea! A dress of leaves? Do you have a picture? Actually, you should enter. Here is what Ebo said when she proclaimed this contest:

Quote:

In celebration of my return/the completed finding me mission/christing of sereni-tree/return of KGB (my VIFG (very important first groupie) we shall have...a gala!

All crewmembers (even the menfolk, hell, ESPECIALY the menfolk) must wear a slinky or frilly dress. Personaly, i like something with a little slink in it, but thats just me.

I would suggest that all the women enter, too, and that the judges for the ladies be Zoid, Rat, and whatever other male is not participating. PsychicRiver, perhaps?

The Real Me

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THEREALME

Thursday, January 27, 2005 7:14 AM

Hi! Is it time for the talent competition?

* The Real Me reaches into his shifting, moving black attire, and extracts a pair of elegant Japanese fans. With a flick of each wrist, they spring open. The Real Me walks to the middle of the stage, and taps his shoe on the floor. Simultaneously, a spot of light appears there on the floor and also on the ceiling directly above it. Both expand into a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. *

My talent is in freefall acrobatics!

* The Real Me hops into the void on the floor, and immediately falls from the void in the ceiling, back down through the void in the floor. Within a few seconds, he is zooming past at terminal velocity, numerous black cloth strips and the feather boa whipping about like streamers above him. The Real Me uses the fans he is holding to maneuver himself around. He goes spread-eagle to slow his fall, then dives down like an arrow. He does cartwheels and flips. It is all very impressive, but perhaps difficult to see since he is pretty much just a blur at this time. *

* The Real Me decides to end his act in a spectacular fashion. While he had planned to deploy some butterfly thrusters to slow his descent, or else have PsychicRiver catch him, he changes his mind. He activates his attire’s “ultimate protection” mode again, and then closes the linked pair of dimensional portals that he is falling through. *

* The Real Me’s mummy-wrapped form slams into the floor with great force, to rebound against the ceiling, then into a wall. After bouncing off every flat surface in the common room at least once, The Real Me lands, by pure chance, in his own forgotten lawn chair. He relaxes the protection mode on his attire, stretches out, and reclines with his hands cupped behind his head, smiling. *

NEXT!

The Real Me

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MAI

Thursday, January 27, 2005 7:51 PM

Can I really enter? OH that would be so much fun. Is everyone competing against each other or just the guys in one competition and the women in another?

MONTANAGIRL

Thursday, January 27, 2005 8:10 PM

That was very impressive TRM! Although I think you might've accidently smacked me with one of your fans in the course of bouncing off the bar during the grand finale. First cozen drops a box of liquor on me and now I'm assaulted by one of TRM's fans. My barstool doesn't seem to be the safest place in the treehouse.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

MALICIOUS

Thursday, January 27, 2005 10:50 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Ohhhhhhh and a loverly tiara made out the most lavish wildflowers imaginable.

Uhhh, Mai, dear, I THINK you may have just gotten married!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

ARAMINA

Thursday, January 27, 2005 11:27 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The Real Me notices Aramina in the crowd, and gives a subtle wave.

Hi! *waves back*

THEREALME

Friday, January 28, 2005 2:08 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
That was very impressive TRM! Although I think you might've accidently smacked me with one of your fans in the course of bouncing off the bar during the grand finale. First cozen drops a box of liquor on me and now I'm assaulted by one of TRM's fans. My barstool doesn't seem to be the safest place in the treehouse.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

MontanaGirl, you must be mistaken! I assure you that…

Wait! What is that strange feeling? It’s like the feeling you get just before your current thread is about to spawn a new thread, but this time, it’s twice as bad!

No! Bad time! The gala contest isn’t over yet! AFTER the award ceremony would be the logical place to break! AFTER!

Oh, never mind. It’s Mal-licious who did it.

*SIGH*

MontanaGirl, I will see you on the new thread.

Aramina! This is new to you, I know, but don’t worry. Just close your eyes, hold your breath, and JUMP to the new Treehouse thread, "The Treehouse Gala Pageant That Loads Faster"! Here, take my hand and we’ll go together.

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

JUMP!

The Real Me

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MALICIOUS

Friday, January 28, 2005 2:54 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
...but this time, it’s twice as bad!

Bite me.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

THEREALME

Friday, January 28, 2005 3:06 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
...but this time, it’s twice as bad!

Bite me.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

MISTRESS!

As ever, your wish is my command!

But do I have to become a Reaver or anything?

The Real Me

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