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*saves Lossy-tree from allergic reaction to milk* *makes peanut butter birdseed pinecones for birds* *decorates the Lossy-tree's piney branches* *birds land on Lossy-tree* *birds chirp* *birds chirp more* *sun goes down* *birds keep chirping* *Lossy-tree suffers from insomnia* *birds keep chirping*
 
Glenburne said:
*saves Lossy-tree from allergic reaction to milk* *makes peanut butter birdseed pinecones for birds* *decorates the Lossy-tree's piney branches* *birds land on Lossy-tree* *birds chirp* *birds chirp more* *sun goes down* *birds keep chirping* *Lossy-tree suffers from insomnia* *birds keep chirping*
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Dorthy: *catches and eats chirping birds*
 
Glenburne said:
That would be why my grandmother hates cats....
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Really? Where I come from our entertainment is the swallows divebombing the cats and the cats sometimes catching one.:p Oh and we have our two older cats, Missy and Dora, who just ignore the birds. xD

Dorthy: I don't think I'd been born when Mewsie's grandma still lived here.
me: No, I don't think you had.... she likes birds too.
Dorthy: *shruggs* If you knew how many birds lived around here... you wouldn't be opposed to the idea of me catching a few.:p
 
Cats.... *clears throat*

Now in other news...Hurricane Irene's winds destroyed a greenhouse in North Carolina, leaving the owner, Pander Pillbox, without the business that has been his life for one hundred and thirty years. However, the winds seem to have picked up some of his potted plants. Bowls of petunias have been dropping repeatedly after risk-takers in the Northeast who have been bungee-jumping off seaside cliffs. Mr. Pillbox requests that anyone who happens to notice a bowl of petunias flying through the air, specifically after a someone vertically descending from a cliff, to return it by UPS to his greenhouse. "So that I can start over for the thirty-fifth time in my life," Mr. Pillbox says. "I've been doin' this for years and years, sonny, and those petunias always find an excuse to get away from me. Think my socks could be the problem? My wife says...well, smell 'em anyways, Mr. Reporter Person, and tell me what you think--"

The interview with Mr. Pillbox seems to have been cut short. Now, on to sports news for the weekend....
 
I think you've come up with more nicknames for me the the shortest time I've ever seen. You've even beat the Lossy-tree.

Anyway--Frecklicious....
 
*whacks Glenburrito with squirrels*

(I was never good at coming up with nicknames anyway. :rolleyes:)

(And I think Glenburrito's sticking, unless Freckilated can come up with something better. :rolleyes:)
 
Glen shines, because I have to scrub it carefully every day. Room check and all. Once a semester the RAs make me scrub my name with a toothbrush. It takes a long time (3.584 hours), but my name always looks good afterwards. You should try name scrubbing sometime, Frecklariole.
 
Our RA never really checked our names (which is a very good thing, I think I tend to neglect mine most of the time). However, she does inquire about the invisible elf infestation. We still haven't solved that problem. I'm just kind of hoping they'd go away...
Any advice, Glenburnicity?
 
I almost like that one...but Glen is still better.

How could you be so lax about dealing with an elf infestation? Do you realize what this means?

It turns out...that Santa has a worldwide network of tiny invisible elves that monitor all of us, all the time. They perch silently upon lights and window ledges and track our behavior, naughty and nice, then report back to Santa.
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I'm afraid you're sunk. The elves can peek over your shoulder when you're on your laptop, and they know all about your mafia track record. No new turkey-flavored socks on Christmas morning.
 
I feel ... wronged! Our elf is terrible! He keeps stealing out stuff and throwing things out the window and behind the gap in the bed. I'm certain he stands in the middle of the room just to trip us!

I personally feel like that elf we have (we're calling him DLF in honor of a certain other evil little...thing) is not the best judge of behaviour. I'm writing to Santa to get a new elf!

:mad:
 
Dear Lossëndil,

I am afraid that all my other elves are already assigned. And, in any case, they can do no wrong. Remember, "he knows when you've been sleeping," so attempt to preserve positive Elf-Human relations. It provides good practice for someone interested in international relations, and you may thus consider it an honor.

Love,
Santa

P.S. You owe me cookies from last year.
 
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