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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:03 pm
by lizzytysh
Well, you flea-bitten, so-called manager! I'm still in that other country doing faires, and you're still in that other country doing unfaires. Don't try to dr-a-a-a-a-a-g me in on this. Now where was I ~ Knit one, purl two.......oh, how I sometimes hate having my peace interrupted.

~ DL2 [to you :) ]

Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:08 pm
by SWITZ
WAG WAG WAG WAG...SCRATCH..SCRATCH..SCRATCH......BITE....SCRATCH...SCRATCH...SCRATCH.....WAG WAG WAG......

Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 11:14 pm
by lizzytysh
Pffffff.

Knit one, purl one.....knit one, purl two. I wonder if there are any new, good books of poetry around.

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:45 pm
by SWITZ
.....And so they leave the bright lights....the yarn of their lives unraveled...by the kittens of destiny... :lol:

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:02 pm
by lizzytysh
:lol: Great take, SWITZ :D !

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:08 pm
by LaurieAK
SWITZ

"...kittens of destiny."

THAT is hilarious!

L (who now needs to figure out how to work in the phrase: "penguins of fate..." into a conversation 8)

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:37 pm
by lizzytysh
Just make sure they waddle off into their future, L :D .

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:45 pm
by LaurieAK
Hmmm...

...the carpet of their lives was soiled by the puppies of broken dreams....

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:48 pm
by LaurieAK
OR...

...the ice field of their existance was shattered by the penguins of fate...

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:56 pm
by linda_lakeside
I was thinking of something more along the lines of: "Knock, knock", "who's there?" .....

It's your dilemma, but I, as a casual observer, will accept your offering of "the ice field". Brilliant. Truly.

Linda.

Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:56 pm
by lizzytysh
:lol: :lol: :lol: ~ I do believe you have this covered :D .

Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:04 am
by LaurieAK
The ocean of their changing relationship was snagged by the fingerlings of romance...

Somebody stop me.....

Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:17 am
by LaurieAK
the wooded lot, that had become their daily lives, harbored racoons of sweet revenge.

i really gotta get back to work....(the pigeons of responsibility call...)

Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:27 am
by linda_lakeside
The ravens of responsibility caw.

Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:57 am
by Byron
The flame of eternal promise licks the seat of curried favours......



Think about it :wink: