Where are the snows of yesteryear?

[NoJo]

Right here! Here's a snowball in your face, global warming.

 

[shereads]

Right here! Here's a snowball in your face, global warming.

These watercress sandwiches are from yesteryear. Who hired the caterer?

 

[Guest]

These watercress sandwiches are from yesteryear. Who hired the caterer?

who said we could afford a caterer? you live in a fantasy world, sher. i made the watercress sandwiches...only theyre not watercress. think cucumber...just slightly worse for wear.

 

[shereads]

who said we could afford a caterer? you life in a fantasy world, sher. i made the watercress sandwiches...only theyre not watercress. think cucumber...just slightly worse for wear.

Vella, if I lived in a fantasy world, would I dine here?

 

[shereads]

[threadjack]

Is it healthy for us to be hanging around with this many crazy people?

[/threadjack]

 

[Guest]

Vella, if I lived in a fantasy world, would I dine here?

yes, because youre a masochist...
care for some escargo? i found the cheapest way to make these is to peruse under your back porch.

 

[shereads]

yes, because youre a masochist...
care for some escargo? i found the cheapest way to make these is to peruse under your back porch.

Even a masochist insists on quality beatings. And food.

Edited to add: This is fake Cheeze Wiz. You might fool the rest of these pornographers, but I know real spray cheese when I see it.

 

[Guest]

Even a masochist insists on quality beatings. And food.

i see... topping from the bottom. never fear, theres a starbucks nearby.


edited to add: Listen, ms. high and mighty, the WIC checks only allow for gov. cheese. youll eat it and youll like it...dont make me call your mother

 

[carsonshepherd]

i see... topping from the bottom. never fear, theres a starbucks nearby.

vella!

 

[minsue]

[threadjack]

Is it healthy for us to be hanging around with this many crazy people?

[/threadjack]

Have you found any non-crazy people willing to hang around with you?

 

[Guest]

vella!

ruff?

 

[msboy8]

Right here! Here's a snowball in your face, global warming.

I don't know how the thread went from snow to food, etc. But, I know what happend to the snows of yesterday. It's the fault of those two mexican kids, el Nino and La Nina. 'nuff said.

 

[shereads]

Have you found any non-crazy people willing to hang around with you?

Yes, Ms. Smartypants. I happen to be a favorite here at Happy Meadows. And not in the crazy wing, either, but the one where we're allowed to hold scissors during Arts & Crafts.

 

[minsue]

Yes, Ms. Smartypants. I happen to be a favorite here at Happy Meadows. And not in the crazy wing, either, but the one where we're allowed to hold scissors during Arts & Crafts.

Ooh! Ooh! Do you think they'll let me come, too?

 

[R. Richard]

I am waiting for the definitive answer from François Villon. However his question was actually, "Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?"

 

[shereads]

I am waiting for the definitive answer from François Villon. However his question was actually, "Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?"

Francois is in the crazy wing, with Minsue. Monday is Visitors Day.

 

[minsue]

Francois is in the crazy wing, with Minsue. Monday is Visitors Day.

Psssst! Fracois is Minsue. Don't tell or they'll stop giving us two jellos.

 

[shereads]

Where are the car keys of yesterday?!

 

[Guest]

Where are the car keys of yesterday?!

they are just where you put them last.

god i hate the words of wisdom

 

[shereads]

Whatever happened to this thread?

 

[TxRad]

Whatever happened to this thread?

The snow melted, several people got released from the crazy ward, and the cucumbers went out of season.... But there are plenty of snails under Vella's back porch....

 

[Guest]

 

[shereads]

What's wrong? Lose your car keys again?

Once a week. Like clockwork.

 

[MaeveoSliabh]

They're under the porch with the snails. But don't interrupt them... they found an old skeleton key.

 

[NoJo]

Whatever happened to this thread?

I don't know, but having my old threads bumped gives me the same feeling as when my mother takes out the old photo albums of me when I was a baby.