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EGADS!!! TWO LMBers Down!!!!! DOC JUAN WHERE ARE YOU!!!! Quickly to 'Medicus:whatever number it is since the last time we destroyed it'. And i guess i'll have to find another few of those lightning rods.
From: Fort McMurray | Registered: Nov 2004
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Damn the Red Bee and his venomous honey poision! More LMBers are suffering!
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Wait, they've eaten something bad?!? I have just the thing to fix them up....Me!!!! You see even for a Bismollian I'm a little odd. Not only can I eat anything, but I can focus on a person and allow THEM to eat anything. So if I concentrate on the poisonous honey.....
-------------------- Now with Calcium!!!
From: wherever acid reflux lurks | Registered: Dec 2004
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Feeling much better. Thanks to everyone who sent - I mean meant to send - flowers and "get well" cards. sigh.
From: Vancouver, BC, Canada | Registered: Dec 2003
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Kent, Kent I saw you clearly there for a moment, you were on my side, tell me is everything alright? Have you and the others found the potion yet?
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From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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The battle continues amongst the smouldering ruins of Cramers outdoor dinning area.
Matlock is faster and more agile than Hrun and can block most of the Barbarians blows, but every so often Hrun lands a massive sword blow against Matlock Shields which sends him crashing over into the wreckage of the tables and chairs.
Clank Clank goes the coffee pot on Hruns leg as he presses home the attack.
why is Hrun fighting with Matlock? why does he have a coffee pot on his leg? dont ask it wont make sense but
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What can I do? I don't want to have to fight my own son! On the other hand the bloodlust is on him, which I can scarce blame him for. I can't keep this shield up any longer or I'm not going to have to shave in the morning, forget retiring.
***sigh***
There's only one thing to do, I guess...
<whips Security Office pretzel maker around by the cord, catching Hrun squarely in the chest leading both tumbling headlong outside into the mud and the blood and the beer.
From: Douglasville, GA | Registered: Jul 2003
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