Yeknodathon

That must mean its very soon, but not so soon as to be quite now but before a length of time that may disappoint... or something in between... perhaps a Tuesday or perhaps a Thursday... that's me guess. Yeknod [ October 15, 2003, 05:20 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

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*sniff* Oh well, Jane Austin, the abridged hoodz version. I suppose this is the bit where Mr Darcey starts slapping Mrs Bennett with a riding crop? Magical. I particularly liked "posting masterbation to boost non existant self asteem". Almost poetic in execution... Royal Mail letter boxes now have a certain... err... well... er, does one go for first or second class? Though "self asteem"? Really? Me begs some clarification: "self astern" more likely! Carry on... Yeknod [ October 13, 2003, 01:08 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

*brrrrrrp*

*brrrrrrp*

[... and into the oasis used by something grey and sweating] Oh, a golf ball. I'll have that. *gulp* *swallow* Yeknod

[... and into the oasis used by something grey and sweating] Oh, a golf ball. I'll have that. *gulp* *swallow* Yeknod

His brain is very heavy. That's why I'm not going to move unless he treats me right. Sad really, being a Horseman of the Apocalyse and not being able to move to spread ones pestilence and wot not. Well, if I had a brain this heavy I should want to go on a brain diet and shed a few lobes. Yeknod [ October 11, 2003, 06:43 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

I'll wager there'd be some commotion if a Croda was found, too. Oh dear... Yeknod

I'll wager there'd be some commotion if a Croda was found, too. Oh dear... Yeknod

Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me. Yeknod

Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me. Yeknod

The Four Wombats of the Eucalyptus

Oh... that's interesting... [shuffles uncomfortably] ... sand gets into all the wrong places... [twirls the nomadic ear of desert thinking beneath rather dashing Lawrence of Arabia headgear] ... and since Boos, Nobbits and Justacactus's are wrong places, too (not necessarily related but one has to be open-minded to account for all eventualities however blindingly obvious) one might consider 'em filled to the gunnels with sand... [twirls the other ear, and then both together for a special effort] *sniff* ... and pebbles and grit and rough-hewn rocks and scree and chunks of chipped concrete... Yeknod [ October 11, 2003, 06:50 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Oh... that's interesting... [shuffles uncomfortably] ... sand gets into all the wrong places... [twirls the nomadic ear of desert thinking beneath rather dashing Lawrence of Arabia headgear] ... and since Boos, Nobbits and Justacactus's are wrong places, too (not necessarily related but one has to be open-minded to account for all eventualities however blindingly obvious) one might consider 'em filled to the gunnels with sand... [twirls the other ear, and then both together for a special effort] *sniff* ... and pebbles and grit and rough-hewn rocks and scree and chunks of chipped concrete... Yeknod [ October 11, 2003, 06:50 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

I just wanted to say that standing in me new shady oasis that could resemble a paddock, if one tried,... and I don't, doesn't make a jot of difference to the plain, arid sense of futility that ploughs onwards to me horizon across the shifting dunes of existence. [... slowly sucks on a date palm] ... and no thistles. Though I did see something with a hump... which disturbs me normal equilibrium and fragile yet finely cultured artistic sensibilities. *sniff* ... not that anyone would understand... Yeknod

I just wanted to say that standing in me new shady oasis that could resemble a paddock, if one tried,... and I don't, doesn't make a jot of difference to the plain, arid sense of futility that ploughs onwards to me horizon across the shifting dunes of existence. [... slowly sucks on a date palm] ... and no thistles. Though I did see something with a hump... which disturbs me normal equilibrium and fragile yet finely cultured artistic sensibilities. *sniff* ... not that anyone would understand... Yeknod

Unleash... The Frog of Death Yeknod

Second the donkey to be Dorosh's shudder mount. Michael, treat him gently. One owner, but that was himself. We can only imagine the horrors he's been subjected to. </font>

Ahem... Pestilence would need a fitting mount... Look no further, me fungal disease is particularly flakey today. Yeknod

I don't suppose any donkey's play this game? No, didn't think so. Just thought I'd ask in case any did... Nevermind... I'll just suffer in complete and abject misery... ... a lot. Yeknod

Oh, there's a Boo on me butt... *sniff*... I suppose its going to change into a Croda Bother. Yeknod

[sits atop a termite hill] *sniff* from me peak of achievement I survey me SSNs... I am not jealous and will come down and wander among yer. Yeknod

[rumages around a particularly dank and ailing shrub] It was probably the most meaningful two seconds...or four seconds (not that I'm counting)... Have we got to a minute yet? Tick, tock *honk* Lob 'im a crayon to record the event. *sniff* One can only take so much enlightenment... pathetic. Yeknod [ September 24, 2003, 01:30 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]