BB Living Room

Guitar is one of the many instruments I tried out in my youth. I played a total of nine different ones before I settled on piano. I only stopped because my instructors started to get pushy about which ones I played and what kind of music I played. I just wanted to play jazz.

Oh, and I Vanilla Coke. It's second, after the Cherry kind.

Jae Angel

 

Oops, sorry. I thought that was a direct link to his team's bio. Hayden was on the Canadian team, Team Kodak Water&Sport. His sister, Hejsa, was the team captain. Like I said, she kicked butt.

 

Oh, yeah. I forgot he's Canadian. Yes, his sister looks like she's a serious kick-butt kinda gal!

 

Sam, there has been an accusation made about you...

I think Shelby drank the last of the milk and left the empty container in the fridge.

Is that true? Is that why I couldn't have my morning cereal? This is what they said should be done to you.

Go beat him up.

What do you say, punk? Huh? HUH????

 

I say bring it. I dare ya...

 

You got it.

*gets out club*

This is what happens when you leave the milk container empty in the fridge.

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Guys, there's no need to fight. I keep plenty of milk in the pockets of my cargo pants. Sorry it's not in a carton.

//pours out milk into Kas's hands like Hank Scorpio pouring sugar

 

Hmmm...I'm confused... ?


You posted this... [image=http://museums.ncl.ac.uk/flint/images/clubbing.gif]


Implying that you knocked me out with said club. But the pic CLEARLY shows a man dragging a woman after knocking HER out with said club....so I guess that means that I win!







Oh...and you can hit me over the head with a club any time you want, Kasey....I don't mind...//purrs//


//pops a pop-tart into the toaster//

 

Well, it was the only picture of that kind of clubbing I could find. But rest assured, you did not win!

Oh...and you can hit me over the head with a club any time you want, Kasey....I don't mind...

Rawr.

And um...thanks John.

 

Well, it was the only picture of that kind of clubbing I could find. But rest assured, you did not win!

[Sniper from Phone Booth]Kasey...I always win... [/Sniper from Phone Booth]






Rawr.

Indeed.


//Pop-Tart pops out of toaster//

 

I never got around to seeing Phone Booth.

I hope you made a Pop-Tart for me.

 

You should...it's really, really good. Farell, Whitaker & Kiefer are awesome in it. I give it my highest recommendation...


I sure did!


//butters said Pop-Tart and gives it to Kasey//


Here ya go.


//puts another Pop-Tart into the toaster//

 

Yes, I hope to see the movie before it goes out of theaters. I've had lots of people tell me it was good.

*take Pop-Tart*

Thank you. I've never had butter on a Pop-Tart before. Interesting.

 

It's good with butter....trust me...


//other Pop-Tart pops out of toaster//

 

Do we have Strawberry Frosted Pop Tarts? I'd love one of those.

 

//checks cupboards//


Ah...seems you're in luck...


//takes box of Strawberry Frosted Pop-Tarts out of cupboard and puts two into the toaster...//


Mornin', beautiful...


//kisses Kate on the cheek, grabs a Pabst out of the fridge, hops onto the couch, and flips-on Sportscenter...//


Ahh...this is the life...

 

You drink beer in the morning? How barbaric! [face_blech]

Someone grab me a Smirnoff Ice while yer at it.

 

Get yer own damn Smirnoff Ice...


//continues to down Pabst and watch Sportscenter...//

 

Fine... and I guess I have to get my own blue milk too.

 

I just ate some of those fried pickles that seem to be so trendy nowadays for lunch. My stomach is making all kinds of swosholy-dosholy noises now too. I didn't know my pickle was cursed.

 

Nah...I'll snag the blue milk for ya...just not that Smirnoff Ice stuff...**shudders**


//goes back to watching Sportscenter in amazement of the story of that hiker dude who cut his arm off with a dull pocket knife...//

 

I saw that report too, Sammy. Imagine what the rest of this guy's life is going to be like now. It'll be a cakewalk. He'll say things like, "Sure this Hurricane with 900 mile an hour winds is bad, but did I ever tell you about the time I cut off my arm with a dull pocket knife after being stranded for 3 days?"

 

You ain't a kiddin', Watson.


And damn...his account of the story was pretty damn graphic too...


"Well, I couldn't even break my skin with the knife because it was too dull, so the only chance I had was to break my own arm. So I put enough pressure on my arm until it snapped. I then proceeded to cut my arm off..."





Sorry...I do realize it is dinner time...didn't mean to make anyone squeamish...

 

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!!!


//snags yet another bottle of Pabst...//