Recovery on the Sereni-TREE clubhouse by TheRealMe

*whimper* no, SPAM, no, no, no, no...

*twg fallen in the floor, can no longer form coherent thoughts. the SPAM destruction around her is too much and she has suffered a break of some sort. she sits with her legs folded beneath her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, hair wild and covering her face, rocking back and forth.*

...no, no, no, no, *whimper* SPAM, no, no, no...

*she shuts her eyes tight hoping to rid herself of the sickening image of hurled SPAM. it's everywhere. a single tear rolls down her cheek*

no, *whimper* no...

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Monday, February 14, 2005 10:27 AM

MALICIOUS

spam spam spam spam
spam spam spam spam
SPAMMITY SPAM, WONDERFUL SPAM!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Monday, February 14, 2005 10:54 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
We continue our adventures from "the Sereni-Tree clubhouse" thread:

The Battle for the Pool Table is over… or IS it?

Ya 'all we're fighting over the pool table? Honey, the pool table is mine. Thats all there is to it. Were we to have a constutution, it would be writin in that the pool table belongs to me and only me.

*Ebo picks her way throught the fallout from the Battle and squats down, looking at the space under the table.*

Aww, now look what you did. You messed up my nest. I had the pillows stacked and fluffed just right so that it made a glove around my body. Lying there was fantastic.

Eww, is that spam? It is. There's spam in my nest. Thats really gross.

Does the treehouse have a washing maciene?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 11:19 AM

Dammit, I've been rescued! I mean, umm, THANK YOU TRM and Rat for caring about my well-being so much that you concoted Spam weaponry to come to my aid. It was very considerate of you. Bonus points for Princess Bride references!

And cozen, I must congratulate you on an excellent kidnapping. You should give lessons in the art.

*mg notices twg in a catatonic state whimpering about Spam. She goes over and gently draws her to her feet.*

Come on, tippy, let's go sit behind the bar where you can't see what those guys did to your wonderful Spam.

*Arranges a couple of spare pillows for twg to sit on, then drapes a blanket around her shoulders.*

Look, I found an untouched can of Spam. Here!

*Not knowing what else to do, mg leaves twg to her own devices, hoping that the full, unmutilated can of Spam can work its healing magic.*

So, can we get Ebo Golem to clean up this mess?

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 11:45 AM

*the fog briefly lifts as an angel seems to carry twg away from the devastation and leaves a whole precious can of SPAM in her hands. a soft smile teases at twg's lips. *

hehe..hahaahahe...HAHAHA, YOU MISSED ONE! Thank all that is good and right in the 'verse, you missed one.

*twg continues laughing to herself as she cradles the SPAM.*

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Monday, February 14, 2005 12:34 PM

COZEN

Darnation! My lecherous plan to overcome the last of Montanagirl's defences via the infallible application of 6th c. shiatsu, perfectly timed for V Day, natch, has been SPAMmed!

*groggily assesses self. Needn't be clothed, for all the SPAM on him.*

*realizes that in lieu of v. cards, he must needs appropriate Hakenemoticons.*

To Ebo (since yer nearest),

thanks for use of your nest for R-rated shenanigans.

*takes his chances, plunks heavily SPAMmed self onto Mal-l's lap.* Mal-l,

cuz yer the bestest. Um, sure hope that's not yer fave outfit....

*meanders by twg, clearly in a state of schizoid trauma induced by twg/tippy ident crisis. scrapes off most SPAM from self, gathers blobby pile into a sorta heart-shaped SPAM artifact and leaves this near twg.*
TWG,

cuz yer our art and soul.

TheRealMe,

cuz yer always planning something, make of this what you will. Bravo!

*tosses a

over the bar, lands splat on Rat.* Don't get no intentions, lad, I hate rootbeer.

To Mai,

Any beauty like you so often gets naked in public is forever in my good graces!

Hey, Montangirl!

(need I explain?)

*cozen spies Simonwho frantically searching for an extra-dimensional portal, a rope, ladder, ANYTHING useful as a means of escape, and who can blame him?*

***
It's official: my cat is confused.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 2:48 PM

Captain Ebonezer, perhaps you are unaware of some recent events!

* The Real Me brings himself to attention and gives Ebo a snappy salute. *

Allow me to give you my report:

Captain, during your absence, Cozen kidnapped MontanaGirl, moved her into your nest under the pool table, set up his Torture Chamber of Pleasure there, and fortified it against us. Rat and I, in a bold and daring mission worthy of a summer action blockbuster movie, liberated the pool table from Cozen’s control. And yes, we used Spam to do it. It was the only weapon at our disposal, considering the high level of reality that we have had to deal with, lately. One consolation of these events, I suppose, is that Cozen installed his torture device / recliner in your nest. By all accounts, it is quite comfortable.

Now, if you will excuse me, Captain, there are a number of tasks that require my attention.

* After securing the Spam-slinging guns in a locker, The Real Me surveys the battlefield that was the common room. *

What a mess! This place needs some cleaning.

* The Real Me picks up one of the fallen butterfly thrusters that had been part of Mai’s gown. He tinkers with it a bit, and begins training it to find blobs of Spam on the floor. Soon, all the ex-gown butterflies are seeking out blobs of Spam in the common room, levitating them away, and dropping them out nearby windows. *

Let’s see, what next?

* The Real Me wanders over to the Ebo Golem, which is currently still making up a part of Cozen’s pool table fortifications. He taps its forehead. *

Ebo Golem? Are you awake?

* Very, very slowly, the eyes of the Ebo Golem open. With a grinding sound, the Ebo Golem slowly turns its head. *

Ah, good! The over-abundance of reality that has been plaguing the Sereni-Tree seems to be gradually receding. Ebo Golem, when you can get around a little better, please clean the place up a bit.

* The Real Me indicates a mop and a bucket of water. *

Now what?

* Behind the bar, The Real Me is surprised to find ThatWeirdGirl, clutching a can of Spam and giggling to herself. He shakes his head gravely as he observes ThatWeirdGirl’s Spam-induced delirium. *

This is my fault. She warned us. All my fault. I have to do something.

* The Real Me gently picks up ThatWeirdGirl and carries her away from the Spamic carnage in the common room. He takes her down a few flights of stairs to the cargo bay. He sets her down on the floor in a sitting position with her back against one wall. He makes sure that the one cargo crate that he and Rat raided for ammunition is not directly visible. The Real Me gestures at the many crates. *

ThatWeirdGirl! Look! Spam! Plenty of it! Tons of it! It’s The Grey Jedi’s stash!

* The Real Me uses a hanky to carefully wipe the tears of pain and laughter from ThatWeirdGirl’s face, then he takes a comb and calmly brushes the tangles out of her long hair. He snaps his fingers once… twice... *

ThatWeirdGirl?

TWG?

Tippy?

Hello?

* She laughs again, but does not otherwise respond. *

Hmmmm…

* Directly in front of ThatWeirdGirl, The Real Me sets a bottle of Pepsimilk, the last unopened can of Spam from his holocaust cloak, and a number of cutting, carving, and sculpting tools. *

ThatWeirdGirl, when you are ready, perhaps you can show me some Spam-sculpting.

* The Real Me sits down with a lemonade and begins a patient vigil. *

When you are ready. Take your time.

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 4:40 PM

*looks around*

Wow, you decorated the clubhouse pink for Valentine's Day. Nice!

*notes the texture*

Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear.

*spots tippy wrapped around a can of spam*

This isn't good now, is it? Cozen, I think you're going to have to give trippy some help to get her over the side-effects of the rescue from the kidnapping (why do I suddenly visualise Rat and TRM as members of Team America?)

*strokes skippy's hair affectionately*

There, there. Don't worry. We'll go to Hawaii and pick up some more. (Hawaii has the largest consumption of Spam per head, fact fans).

Oh and I don't need to worry about escaping the treehouse. I've got just the thing.

*points to large blue box in the corner which is producing a quiet humming sound*

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Monday, February 14, 2005 4:43 PM

When Ebo Golem is done, I think I'l fix some Chili out of the Spam sweepings! I should get started on makeing a stove that runs on holocaust cloaks.

-Ratboy

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Monday, February 14, 2005 5:01 PM

Well it's February 14, which means it's only six days until Daytona, but I digress. I've never been real big on Valentine's Day, probably because I've always been alone on Valentine's Day, but once again I digress. It seems to me that the burden of this day falls mainly on the menfolk, which is unfair. To help restore some balance and since the treehouse is populated with such wonderful guys, I'm making this your day.

As such, gather round and you all shall receive foot massages and neck rubs (unless you're too ticklish

), and I shall fetch you your beverage and appetizer of choice. Tonight, I am at your beck and call.

Love ya all!

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 5:12 PM

*call shotgun on the first neck and shoulder rub*

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah that feels better. Mmmmmm.

Oh, and can I have that multi-selectioned starter that they have at chinese restaurants, you know, with sesame prawn toast and seaweed and spare ribs? Mmmmmmmmmm. Plus a Tiger beer.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 5:16 PM

*Sets Simon up with his preferred selections, then returns to massaging him into oblivion.*

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 5:28 PM

People, I think we need to embark on another pointless attack, you know, to drum up some feelings of nationalism and, um, togetherness and stuff...

Also, I just feel like attacking some random thread.

Could be fun, no?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 5:36 PM

*bits of conversations filter thru to twg…'jedi’s stash!'…'Take your time'...'We'll go to Hawaii'…'Spam sweepings!'…'such wonderful guys'…*

wh, wha, where am I? *looks around storage locker and spies TRM napping. He looks so sweet. Twg sees something on his clothes and moves to brush it away…*

I remember…you used SPAM in vain. *she fumbles with the can in her hand* at least tell me you accomplished what you set out to do…good.

Now *twg/tippy/trippy/skippy begins to lay out a serious of SPAM carving tools: a small paring knife, one nail file, kitchen shears, three toothpicks, two serrated knife, and a drafting table. she tucks a pencil behind her ear and turns to TRM* We’ll need to come up with the design first, any ideas?

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Monday, February 14, 2005 7:20 PM

Huh? What?

* With a start, The Real Me realizes that he fell asleep. But then he realizes that ThatWeirdGirl is talking to him! Excellent! To keep her talking, he tries to think fast... *

Uh... Project! Yes! Right!

Uh... How about fashioning the Spam inside the can into a likeness of a can of Spam?

No. That's pretty stupid really.

* More awake, The Real Me thinks again. *

I suggest that you use the Spam to create an Effigy of Mal-licious! Who knows, I might even be able to golemize it!

Nice to have you back!

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 7:23 PM

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Originally posted by cozen:

TheRealMe, cuz yer always planning something, make of this what you will. Bravo!

Thanks, Cozen! I feel the same about you. Ever since you appeared, I have considered you my Evil Twin. Or at least, my Not-Quite-As-Nice Twin.

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 7:56 PM

Quote:
SimonWho wrote:

*looks around*

Wow, you decorated the clubhouse pink for Valentine's Day. Nice!

*notes the texture*

Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear.

Yes, well, I am attending to the clean-up process. The Real Me gestures to the Spam-moving butterflies and the limping form of the Ebo Golem with a mop.

Quote:

*spots tippy wrapped around a can of spam*

This isn't good now, is it? Cozen, I think you're going to have to give trippy some help to get her over the side-effects of the rescue from the kidnapping (why do I suddenly visualise Rat and TRM as members of Team America?)

Uh, I’m afraid that you have confused MontanaGirl (who was kidnapped) with ThatWeirdGirl (who was not, but who evidently has serious issues regarding the mistreatment of Spam). Also, it seems to me that the kidnapping of one of our own and the theft of someone’s home requires action a bit more decisive than passive observation.

And no, before you wonder, I did NOT vote for him.

Quote:

Oh and I don't need to worry about escaping the treehouse. I've got just the thing.

*points to large blue box in the corner which is producing a quiet humming sound*

SimonWho, be careful that this device does not employ any super-science that is TOO improbable. We’ve not yet built up to our normal absurd levels, yet.

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 8:00 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
*Sets Simon up with his preferred selections, then returns to massaging him into oblivion.*

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

Ah, you wonderful woman!

After SimonWho reaches oblivion, I would gladly accept your help in joining him there!

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 8:05 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
After SimonWho reaches oblivion, I would gladly accept your help in joining him there!

*Assesses SimonWho's state and decides that he's had enough for tonight.*

Well TRM, let's get you set up. I assume you'd like to start with a rootbeer?

*Sets a rootbeer in a frosted glass next to TRM, then begins massaging his neck and shoulders.*

Let me know when you've had enough!

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, February 14, 2005 8:44 PM

Very soon, I will melt entirely into a liquid form. That will be fine.

The Real Me

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Monday, February 14, 2005 9:07 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
.....We’ll need to come up with the design first, any ideas?

S*P*A*M lamb?
______________________

So who wants the first bowl of "sweepin' good chili"??

-Ratboy

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Monday, February 14, 2005 9:08 PM

MAI

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

"To Mai, Any beauty like you so often gets naked in public is forever in my good graces!"

Cozen, Thank you for that lovely sentiment. (I think) I tell you the nakedness is not my fault, it's all some strange force of the Tree House. However, now that reality has taken over I am completely covered! Thank goodness.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 8:48 AM

a lamb? what about a beagle? we could make a herd of beagles...and a Serenity...I'd need lots of SPAM for that...yes, this could be fun. life-sized or miniatures? hmmm. life-sized would take a minimum of five cans per beagle but the minis would only need two.

Oh, and hand me some chili. I like SPAM chili, well, I like SPAM most ways.

btw...i'm officially scheduling a luncheon for us at the NC premier shindig. I'm going and I hope to see you there---TRM this means You.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 10:31 AM

MALICIOUS

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
a lamb? what about a beagle? we could make a herd of beagles...

And by the looks of the treehouse floor, we already have the smallish droppings.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 5:18 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:

btw...i'm officially scheduling a luncheon for us at the NC premier shindig. I'm going and I hope to see you there---TRM this means You.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

Uh... Where in NC? Hmmmm... That's only about, what 1500 miles away? Let me check my calendar to see if I have any plans.

The Real Me

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 6:49 PM

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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:

btw...i'm officially scheduling a luncheon for us at the NC premier shindig. I'm going and I hope to see you there---TRM this means You.

Dude, I am trying SO HARD to make it to that. I wanna go SO BAD! It will be too much fun, no?

Although, if TWG is in charge of food, I think i might wanna bring my own. Spam is a little to...i dunno...gross for my tastes.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 6:54 PM

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Originally posted by ebonezer:
Dude, I am trying SO HARD to make it to that. I wanna go SO BAD! It will be too much fun, no?

Although, if TWG is in charge of food

I'm an adult that has to travel to get there. maybe i could be like a chaperone type person---If you can trust a weird girl that is. And I promise I won't be in charge of food, just meeting to get food.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 6:57 PM

Static said he'd chaperon me as well. So its not like I'm totaly devoid of chaperons.

I am totaly devoid of money though...which is kind of a problem...

Donate!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005 7:03 PM

me too. but i'm a girl. he's a boy.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 7:47 AM

Well, he is a boy chaperone but he's a trustworthy boy chaperone with a heavily armed helicopter so I think you're in safe hands, there'll be no unwanted advances on you ebo.

*realises he's a boy too but not so trustworthy*

Damn.

*realises he's on the other side of the Atlantic*

Oh. Well, never mind.

Has anyone else tried spam fritters? I'm not a huge fan of spam on its own but spam fritters are pretty tasty.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 7:58 AM

yum, spam fritters. creamed spam. fried spam, 'fresh' spam. i like it all.

so, is there an extra mop around here? The floor near the bar is still a little sticky. and I could really go for a PepsiMilk right about now.

*looks at the small heart shaped box in her hand*

Would anyone like to share my almond roca? Chocolate, almonds, and buttercrunch toffee. *drool* It's my favorite. I think you'd like it too. Here...

*opens box and hands a small golden wrapped treasure to SimonWHo*

What d'ya think? Sinfully delicious?

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 9:25 AM

Well, I think we'r in the clear, for a few days I was sure we were going to get reported for Spaming!!

-Ratboy

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 1:47 PM

Mmm, gold. The look of it, the colour of it, the taste of it. Mmmm.

*swallows package whole*

Sorry, there was something inside the gold wrapping? Oh well, can't be helped. Unless someone offers to minaturise themselves and go into my body to retrieve the item. No-one?

Actually, gold is very edible. There was a mildly pleasant drink that was something of a hit in Glasgow which had little gold flakes drifting around inside it. I rather liked the idea that you could swallow in an average evening more gold than you get on the average QVC gold-plated watch.

Oh, QVC! My very occasional evil vice, to put on the shopping channel and mock the products, the presenters and anyone who buys the tat that is for sale. Now if they came up with Channel Harrods, then I'd be more interested. Still wouldn't buy anything but I'd be more interested.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 9:00 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:

btw...i'm officially scheduling a luncheon for us at the NC premier shindig. I'm going and I hope to see you there---TRM this means You.

www.thatweirdgirl.com

Hey, again I ask: What are the particulars of this? Or is there a thread? It's not convenient at all for me, but if two of my favorite virtual ladies, ThatWeirdGirl and Ebonezer, are going to be there, I'll at least consider it!

Also/instead, I might be going to Atlanta for Dragoncon or whatever on Labor Day weekend.

The Real Me

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005 10:56 PM

MAI

Hey all.
I haven't been here in almost 2 days. (I think that's a record for me)
Just checking in to see what's going on. So, what's everyone up to?

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 9:41 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE

A dismembered little west african boy that was found in London a while back had gold in his stomach. that's part of the reason they were able to trace him to a west african slave trade. Oh yeah, hi everybody.

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 11:03 AM

um, hi number 1
*quirks eyebrow and rereads Maniacs post*

so, how you feelin' today?

Oh, Simon I should warn you that it only looked gold. It was actually aluminum/aluminium. Sorry. *pats seat next to her* Why don't you lie down for a while. Hmm?

I have enough almond roca for everyone, just remember to unwrap them first, kay.

www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
--Samuel Johnson

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 11:41 AM

*sits next to zippy*

Aluminium and aluminum?

*ack* *ack* *gollum*

Here, have it back.

So, we're sitting here, next to each other, no-one else is looking... fancy a game on my Nintendo DS? We could play Wario Ware alternately if you like?

I love touchy/feely games.

What's the treehouse's preference, DS or PSP? Coke or Pepsi (sans milk)? Mike or Joel?

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 11:50 AM

MALICIOUS

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
What's the treehouse's preference...Coke or Pepsi

PEPSI RULES.

Joel.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 11:59 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE

Hey weird girl, how's the treehouse slanting these days? I couldn't help writing that bit on the gold, I read about that story and it was so trippy, it's been on my mind. I've got the making for a series of multi-level super-slides that I will need some help installing.

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 12:03 PM

I'm goin with Pepsi, with or without milk.

touchy feely games huh?

so why Wario, he's kinda, well, not too cute. I got rid of my GBA, but I wouldn't mind getting PSP

I wonder if we still have our Calvin Rules Twister?

*sees Maniac with tool belt*
Oooh! Slides! I love slides!
*runs to, um, slide down slide, rereads Maniac's post and realizes slides are not installed as she hurtles off the treehouse*

www.thatweirdgirl.com
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--Samuel Johnson

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 3:33 PM

*leans over the edge and catches slippy*

Now, no more playing game on another person's metaphor, you'll get into real trouble one of these days.

What is Calvin Rules Twister? Does it involve alcohol because the weekend draws near and I have a yearning for some boozing. But right now, I have to retire to my bedroom for my essential beauty sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 5:45 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
What's the treehouse's preference, DS or PSP?

I still play my NGPC, but backlights is nice!

Quote:
Originally posted by ManiacNumberOne:
I've got the making for a series of multi-level super-slides that I will need some help installing.

I'l help......just so long as Ebo won't crash on top of them!!!!!!!

-Ratboy

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 6:16 PM

Oh yeah! Calvinball Twister! I think I got that down here somewhere...

*Ebo rummages around under the pool table untill she finds what she's looking for.*

Ta-da!

*Ebo opens the box, and unfolds the mat.*

Alright, everybody who's playing got their masks on?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 6:19 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:

Quote:
Originally posted by ManiacNumberOne:
I've got the making for a series of multi-level super-slides that I will need some help installing.

I'l help......just so long as Ebo won't crash on top of them!!!!!!!

-Ratboy

Crashing? What have I ever crashed on. I don't remember any-

*Ebo suddenly remembers the Big Screen HD TV incident.*

Oh. That. Well i wouldn't have crashed if SOMEONE hadn't turned the physics back on again.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 6:39 PM

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Originally posted by ebonezer:
Well i wouldn't have crashed if SOMEONE hadn't turned the physics back on again.

Again? Were they ever on in the first place?

-Ratboy

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 6:40 PM

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Originally posted by ebonezer:
Well i wouldn't have crashed if SOMEONE hadn't turned the physics back on again.

Again? Were they ever on in the first place?

-Ratboy

Yeah, in the first place they were. But I don't think they ever got turned off, they just got scared and ran away or something.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Thursday, February 17, 2005 6:50 PM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
What's the treehouse's preference, DS or PSP? Coke or Pepsi (sans milk)? Mike or Joel?

Pepsi!!! (without the milk) (with caffeine and sugar) (in a can)

Hmm, Mike or Joel? I've never quite been able to decide, and I've been thinking about it for a long time now (seriously). I love Mike, but then I always get so happy when I see Joel again. And Joel is the original, but Mike made really good Wisconsin jokes/references in "Giant Spider Invasion". I guess I'll take Servo.

Oh, hey, almond rocha!

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Friday, February 18, 2005 10:07 AM