Discussion in 'EU Community' started by CPL_Macja, Sep 3, 2012.
*slathers some frosting in Chewie's fur*
I heard it works like glue! we don't want any of those sprinkles to fall out!
He is very afraid of herds of Ewoks! He thinks even one can be scary sometimes
*strokes the glitter through his fur*
gotta spread it around guys....this isn't my first glitter bath.
And yes I would be afraid of a herd of ewoks.
and Yes, one is more scary at times...
Night fellow Jedi and Bardan.
Hope you have a blast on your birthday tomorrow Mitthy . I'll buy you a drink at the Blue Moon if you remind me!
Night Runner!! Sorry, been distracted.
Hey there, Lovelies. How are yall tonight?
A Mando who considers Jedi the 'lovelies'....interesting
Well, sure. You're all so shiny and breakable. Not like us rough and tumble Mandos.
Also, I find the folks don't take too kindly to being called "knick-knacks" or "tchotchkes".
I'm not breakable. All five feet three inches of me is super tough. Yeah, that's it. Hey MandoBones.
What she said......I've beat worse than you.......trust me.
Of course ya are, Bosslady. You'll be even harder to break once we outfit ya with some proper beskar armor.
Who needs armour? I have guts, will, determination and courage.......no armour required.
I would take the armor anyway....unless your guts are lightsaber resistant
My force abilities are lightsaber resistant.
Hm. How about we just agree that MandoBones over here isn't going to pick a fight with a Jedi any time soon, just ta be on the safe side.
I'm sure he wouldn't. Then again, neither would I. Those Jedi! I mean, seriously!
A cautionary note to our Mando friends, even top grade beskar has proven itself vulnerable to certain Force techniques!
its passed midnight, Happy Birthday Mitthy
What she said!
Holy Crap on a cracker, the afternoon I've had! Dad arrives out of the blue and decides my ideas for storage of my numerous costumes should come to life while Husband is away, so starts building. Daughter rings happy, she got her Learners permit, good lord she is allowed to drive, but needs a ride now to a friends place. Husband rings, two hours after he left. "Left the keys to the shack home, can you meet me half way!" WTH!? So I race down in his car, pick up the teenage baggage, bring her home to grab her gear and leave my son to make sure my father doesn't drop out of the attic, take her to a friends 20 mins away, then head into the city to meet said husband. He is laughing, which is good I guess, and shows me how to remove the top of the car so I drive home with Jovi blarring and top down. I stop at traffic lights and glance at myself in the mirror, OMG! The sunshine is reflecting off my grey hairs, I so need to dye this lot! I get half way home, phone rings so I pull over and its husband again. "Check my glove box, I'm sure these aren't the right keys!!" I check, no keys. He lets me go again saying if they are wrong, he's breaking a freaking window! I get home to find my father exhausted, bathed in sweat and puffing heavily. Yes, hes ok, but he's 71 and the attic is NOT cooled! So I tell him to go home that its not important only to find he's finished the job! So now its nearly 6pm, and this all began at 12.30pm.....and I'm exhausted and hungry and cannot be bothered cooking. Only me and number one son here, so KFC is looking mighty good right now!!!
Wow...sounds like you had a nice, relaxing, and laid-back afternoon!
NOT!! And all on 5 hours sleep last night due to the Teenage boys who went to sleep around 2am and woke at 7!!! ARGH!! WHY ME!!??