Yeknodathon

I am sovereign Emrys and will not be divided. Its all... [extends a hind limb to reveal a little cleavage] ... or nothing. [ January 20, 2006, 08:13 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[slinks, seductively, across the Paddock and then back again to accentuate the sublime form of firm, prime donkey buttock that ripples with hormonal urgency]

[raises the tail to further heights] Is Emrys a motorcyclist 'natch?

[raises a tail] What's an unnatural motorcyclist 'natch?

... and quite long...

I must admit....Donkey has crossed my mind sometimes. *stares* </font>

... mutton moments *shudder*

Boos are all together round and therefore cannot have a point.

He'd need help to find George Washington.

Embrace me My sweet embraceable you Embrace me My irreplaceable you Just to look at you My heart grows glowey in me You and you alone Bring out the Gnomey in me I love all The many charms about you Above all I want my arms about you Don't be naughty Gnomey Come to me Come to me do My sweet embraceable you I love all The many charms about you Above all I want my arms about you Don't be naughty Gnomey Come to me Come to me do My sweet embraceable you

[puckers gorged donkey lips while a tail lashes against cold tree bark] *tap tap tap tap tap tap tapapapapapappapapapa tap*

I'm not recognising 2006 until it gets decidedly better. Which it won't. And explains why it is still 1956 so I'm still waiting for 1957.

2006? Pathetic.

This is from John's link in the above post... "hit by an 8-mm speed-of-light man portable gas plasma weapon. Plasma ball entered through skirt armor covering right track, cut through main hull armor (right side), then grazed rear of gunner's seat and control panel before gouging a 2" deep hole in main hull armor (left side). Just like sliding a hot knife through soft butter." Sounds like science fiction to me Please tell me more... </font>

StegoJustisaurus

...she pointed out the very obvious Gnome flap...

[proceeds to thrust a hoof through a picture of Orlando Bloom...]

[peering into the deepest reaches of the Paddock pond] ...Gnomeaids...

It's an elegy?

*honk*... no. I just thought I would help Emrys light up the night.

[slowly rolls a barrel of aviation fuel across the Paddock]

He's from Ohio, everything there is just retro.

It is a place where donkeys ponder on craters? Is that so hard to understand?

[ponders on an unusually deep crater that has appeared in the Paddock...]

...floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee...