Phillipe

Thanks, Dabby. I promise I'll try to be serious. ... OOOh that hurts!

And here I thought you were getting all romantic and mushy all of a sudden! Excellent!

Whot - on the Twinkie bit? Eh - I think I mixed two kinds of gone in there... ...sounds like a bad episode of "Sesame Street" - "One of these Gones is not like the other One of these Gones just doesn't belong Can you guess which Gone is not like the other Before I finish this stupid song?" ...or however it went...

Nice.

And now, once again, changing directions... Sweating and puffing I can't keep going I try, but my legs are giving out I feel that familiar dizziness coming on That rush of blood through my body That heat rising upward I use my arms to support myself But to no avail I collapse downward Why did I ever decide to do this many push-ups?

Like it. A lot. Thank you.

More like a Twinkie of your mind. Being gone, one cannot feel pain. Thank you, m'lady.

Looking into your eyes, I see that you're gone Listening to you talk, I hear nothing Touching you, I feel only emptiness You're gone, although you're here But you were never here So now I'm gone Forever

Thanks. Wait - gimme' another piece o' pie...

Woody pie?!? Oh me, oh my! I'll take one bite And reach the sky Another bite, if you please Oh, no, I'm feeling quite ill - I drop to my knees Like when I take the blue pill

Pie-eating? Wise! Wise beyond your young years 'Tis folly to die without pie Amidst tears So keep eating pie, Writing poems and such-like It's easier done Than falling off your bike

Awwww!!! *stamps feet* I want to be Horny!

- you're good, doll...REAL good...

I'm jawin' about my gat, dame - my piece - my bean shooter - my chopper - my heater - my rod. Yer a swell skirt, kitten, but ya got crazy eyes. Just take a powder, will ya?

Well, she already said I'm Grumpy, so that only leaves one dwarf left...

Actually, I only came to this thread because I thought you were going to talk about two of the Dwarfs...

Ah, but then I'd have to smash the monkey's teeth in, then kick him for mumbling...then pull out my roscoe and lay it across his cheek...

Yep - she must be a stay-at-home type.

Well, we could send you one to hook up with, then I could... Naw - that's entrapment.

Excellent! It reinforces my idea that it's OK to get a swell dame by turnin' off her monkey's lights.

That one's getting printed out and hung on the wall...

Peace? Don't wish it on me. The whole world is in commotion and you wish me peace! I don't know what peace is, I don't want it. ~from Circle of Iron

My Lady, I am shocked - SHOCKED - that you would even conceive of such a thing... The Monster Box sat in the corner Purple, black and green It oozed red slime around the top It truly was obscene It sat upon a yellow tray That sparkled silver-gold And when I tried to touch Claire's Box My fingers froze from cold But then, an otherworldly scream Did issue from that Box It moaned and groaned and drooled a bit Then broke off all its locks A wondrous sight did then appear (But then, you probably know it)- The Monster Box was over-filled With works by Claire, the poet