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Congratulations EE - Messages From Your Minions
Portrait by Antony B
EE Partying Down With Minionites Chris And Robin
Picture by paparazzo Antony B
EE has to repopulate the earth 'single-handedly.' No humans are left. Which does he choose?
122 comments:
I'm starting to wonder about all this moving about. We aren't doing anything illegal are we?
Cute puppy! And beautiful home, as well. I like the paint.
Legality is a matter of taste, Julie. *snerk*
I'm personally moving around because I can't stand still. Adult ADHD is a huge pain in the patoot.
How can you tell which number is which?
Well, after all you've had to drink, maybe you can't.
(Not really here, just popping in. Kids to get ready for bed, husband to pay attention to...)
Blogger overload. In honor of the newly titled round, "Ril, huh? Whadya do with the T and the H?"
Oh man, and I just realized I may have made a fatal mistake by referring to the weredingo as a puppy. I mean, wow, looks ferocious and I'll bet it could kill me.
Oh, and the other L?
Just hide the beer under your shirt, Julie :)
Where are the guys????
Gutterball, I'm so glad to see ya!
Dave said: There's too much anger in DragonBall-Z
I know. 'S why I like it. *wink* I've been accused of being too easy-going, so sometimes you just gotta watch some uber-powerful cartoon hotties blow something up.
Oops. There I go with the explosions again. And after I told myself I wouldn't throw a grenade. *sigh*
Ril, Wood, Dave, where the hell are you all?
Legality is a matter of taste, Julie. *snerk*
I guess, anything that tastes good is usually illegal, immoral or fattening.
Call it a werepuppy, Kiersten.
Sorry. Just had to go inspect the fixtures.
I'm here, watching... waiting...
Yeah, Robin, where ARE the guys... someone should be buying us drinks :)
That room filled up fast.
Back atcha, Robin! I was gonna say something in the other bar thread, but it moved on. *sigh* These threads are like a river in a poem -- always moving on faster than anyone can keep up with, and always changing in both tone and content.
LOL RIL, too much.
Maybe the guys got lost on the way over. You know men and directions...
I guess, anything that tastes good is usually illegal, immoral or fattening.
And everything else causes cancer in lab rats.
You know all those bars that advertise ladies drink free? I figured out how they do it. Most of them don't get many ladies.
I apologize if I'm wrong about this, but I thought RIL was a dame.
hee hee
I love you all. I don't even care that the thread is windy and weird.
Only in pantomime season.
Whaddup, S&M?
...
Wait...that didn't come out right....
Kiersten, send me your address as soon as you have the kids to bed.
Love you, too, Robin!
Let's try this again. A. remind me to tell you about the time I hid the elves between my knees sometime.
It's been a long time since I hid the beer in my shirt.
My eyes are crossing.
Hiya GB! Just hangin' like a cobweb. You?
RIL - a dame? Ha! I say agin, HA!
Please, dear God, let me be right. I AM, right, right???
You saw the picture, didn't you?
Whaddup, S&M?~
Well, as Martha would say, sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.
Um, Julie, I'm reminding you to tell me about the elves... I'd love to hear that story :)
I'll be back in about an hour. I have a few chores to do.
Oh, thanks Ashley, sweetie!
What time zones do we have?
I know Wood and I are Eastern. Dave is Eastern, right? Phoenix is Central. Ril is Tokyo- whatever that is.
How about everybody else?
The contractors were like 60 year old Lenny and Sqiggy.
Me? I'm gellin' like a felon. Kicked back, drinkin a beer. True. True.
Eastern
What picture, ril?
I'm in Central time. And I don't have to get up so frackin early tomorrow morning because I put in a ton of overtime working for the secretary last night. Woot!
Well I ain't gonna tell you. You have to find it. But it's out there.
Some of you need to be writing poetry! We have 3 entries for the non-limerick on writing contest -- and one of those is Pete's and doesn't count. It's $20 up for grabs! When's the last time you made $20 for 10 minutes work. Well, okay, some of you ladies may not want to answer that, so when's the last time you've done it legally?
No worries, S&M. I get that a lot.
I don't buy the Hat, ril.
It's all right if people think you're a girl, Ril. I do my best to keep a gender-neutral affect on-line. Saves me from a lot of really raunchy behavior. Heh.
Oregon is California time
Don't have to. You can rent 'em by the day.
Now that was masculine and funny, RIL. I'm still laughing, dude.
Scott: I've never been to Oregon, but I've always wanted to live there....
In fact, I have subscribed to the Travel Oregon emails :)
I used to think Gutterball was a guy. I fondly remember her telling me once she loved me after I used an explosion in a Continuation. Guy or gal, didn't matter -- I loved that someone loved me for blowing things up.
Score one for testosterone; with clams.
I figured he was a guy all along.
It's a special day -- ah, two days -- right?
Aw, Phoenix. I may not swing that way, but I can love you for blowing things up anyway. That kind of love knows no gender.
I'm with you, phoenix. If someone loves my work, I love them!
a- I prefer Northern Cal to Oregon.
But if you want to live on land you own, Oregon still has its land...
I, and some people at physical therapy decided we should all go see the Garth Brooks concert together.
After taking turns having someone sit in mostly vacant lawn chairs for two days, we finally got the call to appear to get tickets. I was wearing a calf-length leather coat and my Resistol hat. The day was miserable and raining solid, but there we all stood like idiots.
My $450 Resistol was starting to droop. The one umbrella we had between eight of us was being passed around. I brought a box of Keebler elf cookies for us to munch on and we were passing those around, too.
Two guys, who did nothing but travel around the country to Garth concerts, were standing next to us. I think both of them were feeling no pain and hadn't for a long time.
So, someone asks where the elves are. My hands were cold, so I stuck them in my pockets and I stuck the box of cookies between my knees where they would be dry.
Now, the two Garth groupies are kind of like Wayne and Garth, but one reminds me more of the character John Aston used to play on Night Court. Harry's crazy father.
I say, "Between my knees," in response to someone asking where the cookies were.
Garth groupies look at each other and then me in amazement.
Both of them together, "She has an elf between her knees."
The crazy father groupie grin at me and reaches down tenatively to open my coat. "Whoa, can I see your elf?"
Yeah, they were feeling no pain.
Hi all! Family free and ready to party. I'll flit about a bit to catch up.
Julie, you wild woman! And here I thought playing "hide the monkey" at an office party was crazy.
Great story, Julie. Truth can be funnier than fiction.
So Julie really DID have an elf story :)
Hey McK!
I owe you a story part - it will be with you tonight. (My time).
I'll email.
Great story, Julie!
McK! Whaddup?
Nice story!
You know, I only found out about the Keebler elves last month when I saw a commercial on US TV.
Don't go near the contests, Mck! There's a horrifying creature lurking there. Almost as horrifying as EE's werepuppy.
ril- what about two days?
I'm good, thanks all! Have laryngitis, so the keyboard is the best place for me.
I was the seconder of the Elf pack in Brownies, while talking elves.
phffft, of course I had an elf story.
Yeah, physical therapy was fun.
Thanks Gball, Chumplet and WW.
The EE anniversary party, of course!! Two days of getting to know each other.
Ril = he & Gutterball = she? Oh dear :\
OK, let's get some more tabs open, so I can check out more than one place... I've a feeling I know the horror you are referring to Phoenix.
Love the puppy! What was pic #3?
Ril = he & Gutterball = she? Oh dear :\
Yeah, but net it all balances out.
#3 was a skin shot. Too bad you missed it.
Just teasing you, Julie!
Oh hell - I thought you were about to announce you were posting your pic, ril.
I'm gonna stop over at the pickup lines thing. Back in a few...
Robin, you are a female, correct?
Phoenix, that's just cruel...
Am I allowed to enter the competition for my own cow?
#3 was a rosy palm, perfectly dry I might add.
Heheh, Xenith, you crack me up.
Ril, I'd be so curious to see your picture. I've been posting with you forever, it seems, and the people I've known longest are the ones I'm most curious about!
Man, look at the time already...
Ah, anonymous, sweaty palms. I remember dancing at my end of school party and realising to my joy that the next guy I was going to hold hands with in the progressive dance we were doing was the guy I'd had a crush on for two years. And I had sweaty palms... Oh, no, what to do? I wiped my hands on my dress (nice), but to no avail, it was a hot night and the sweat kept coming. Then the moment came...my tiny hand slipped into his...and his palms were sweatier than mine. Sigh.
Never snogged him though. One of my friends did. She said he was 'average'. I never got over it. Hey, I'd still snog him now if he asked. Some teen passions never leave you...
LOL "Can I feel your elf?"
Now that's a pickup line?!
I ought to take a more recent picture one of these days. The only one I have is fourteen years old.
Having separation anxiety, Mck? Sure you can enter since someone else is judging.
Heh, I don't do pictures. I get accused of being "cute", and it cheeses me off.
*scowl*
As in "uh, yeah, you look, uh, cute"?
Posted Pic # 3 in the sidebar for you Mck.
BTW all, EE will be back in the bar in about 10 minutes.
No, Ril, as in, "Awwww! Isn't she kyewt!!"
Insert scowls at will. Ugh.
EE's hand looks like he is getting ready to strangle someone or shooting a commercial for the creeping flesh.
McK! I have a sweaty palm story myself! (lest we forget that the actual palm in question was dry as a, a, bone?)It was the 6th grade last-day-of-school-roller-skating-party. Jeff was still kind of a shrimpy guy then and I was average size (on wheels, of course). Your description of the initial contact was so mind's eye, it was exactly as I experienced it, except we both just kept drying our hands on our jeans and then the rejoining was nice. I never dated or slogged him! But we did have a blast the next year in 7th grade English.
ME
I'm looking at the zombie cow right now. I've perched him next to the computer. He's hideously cute. Overnight he moved into attack position, which is very scary.
That's a very pink palm. Looks small. Short fingers. Hmmm.
I may have actually seen a picture of you, Ril.
What do you think about that?
I live in the land of cute right now. Regular cute just fades into the background.
It's hard to gauge the size of the hand, there's nothing in the picture for scale.
I think the fingers are curved so they look shorter, but they are nice stout fingers aren't they?
Yes, stick, I'm a girl. Always have been. Got an innie, not an outie, babycakes.
Ah, you're ME anon.
I remember every detail of the joining of the sweaty palms. Exactly where we were in the school hall, the mixed smells of sweat and dust, the echoing music. His little smile as our sweat blended...
Then he snogged my friend.
I may have actually seen a picture of you, Ril.
It depends if it was on a blog, or on America's Most Wanted.
Hola
Robin, thanks, just checking. I question everything now.
Yes, the zombie cow is way cuter than that weredingo!
*crosses arms*
I don't think I'm cute. Never pretty or anything, but definitely not CUTE.
Hola
"Innie" sounds more genteel, but I know what you mean.
I guess I'm here late. Missed half of the The Bar chat.
But I'd like to see a picture of Ril too.
:-)
BT! Hey, thanks for choosing my simile. It was nice to win the contest, but it meant even more with you as the judge.
Did EE ever post his shopping list? I waded through a few hundred comments but didn't find it?
Whaddup, BT? Welcome to the drunk tank! Er...the party!
Oh, hey Chris and BT!
What shopping list?
Hola BT and RTB! I've just arrived too. Ssssh, don't tell anyone, bu I think they've been drinking.
When is the poetry contest over?
Ready. Set. Move! 9th Round, please, for faster download and scroll time.
I'm going now to take the hand off the side bar. It's just scary over there all out of context. *shudder*
Looks like I placed second twice yesterday. Must try harder...
No thank you Stick. You made it much easier.
Actually, there's something about your story that reminds me of the guy I had a crush on at youthgroup. At a retreat the 2nd day (when just about everyone except me was hungover) I realized I was sitting exactly behind this guy that I'd been fascinated with for at least a year. Somehow I ended up standing up exactly at the same time he did and his soup went all over his David Cassidy-like shirt of patterns and I was horrified! Needless to say, no opportunity for a slogg there!!
ME
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