SWRPF Archive Hooper McFinney's RPF Bar & Grille 3.0 ~ Now with 200% more visiting Irishmen!

Ha. Inept Cheeto Jockeys, pfft.

Doritos>Rock>Cheetos>

^^^ Get it, got it, good.

 

Thou darest blaspheme against the Cheeto gods?

Yvette! We have a victim for the sacrifice!

 

Bring it on. I have my super sharp ninja doritos. What are cheetos going to do? Cheese me to death? Ha ha ha. I crack myself up sometimes.

 

Beware the hot and spicy Cheetos (or whatever the hot ones are called) they can melt Dorritos.

And, Cheetos taste good as nachos. Tried it once. Cheetos and nacho cheese. Not bad at all.

 

Meh. Hey Marna, it's nice to see that your RPG is doing extremely well. I remember I was close to join, but alas, problems arose.

 

The Munchies have a very good mix.

And, they're "Flaming Hot". Never tried them, though.

 

Thanks, Mr_Sith. I'm actually working on ending it. I only have about 10 weeks until due date, and I want StarChaser to be ended before I take off to the hospital, since I don't know how long I'll be away from here. I was actually suprised that it got to 1000 posts. Largest RPG I've GM'd yet. But, so far as RPG's go, I'm out of any ideas for a next one, so even when I do return, I'll just stick with playing other users' rp's.

I do think that the timing with that one is going well enough that I can (theoretically) get it ended with plenty of time before the new baby comes. So long as the character Tyrionne doesn't keep sabotaging things along the way. That's a character I love to hate. I'll have to think of something to do to him that he can't get out of by passing out. jk.

 

The Cheeto Gods don't appreciate all this blasphemous talk--especially during a mourningful wake!
I hope they do not get angry. They are the most wrathful of the internet gods. We need a sacrifice.

 

I liek Milk.

 

*hands PoT a large glass of Milk*

Drinky, drinky!

 

I wish I could drink milk without having cold symtoms.

leaves conga line and goes for food dipping up a plateful.

 

*stalks back into bar, not having fun*

I had a horrible time last night! I was having contractions that were irregular but strong and getting worse and more frequent, so I called my doctor. Let me first say that I didn't think they were anything, and did not want to call or go in. My husband and mother-in-law made me (we were at my in-laws'.) My doctor made me go to Labor and Delivery to get checked out, just to "rule out" labor. Well, they ruled it out pretty quick, but my baby is so active, the heart rate was jumping all over the place, and they kept me on a fetal monitor trying to figure out what the "baseline" was and whether the baby's heart was showing decelerations or accelerations. They got about 5 different opinions! And then my doctor said they had to keep me until two in the morning for observation, and give me IV fluids, "just in case". I drank a freaking gallon of water yesterday, and they were giving me IV fluids! Not to mention they slavishly stuck to the two o'clock dictum, even after my contractions slowed and almost stopped and they weren't having any problems with the baby. (I kept hearing that the baby "looked beautiful". Hmph.)

Okay, I know, they were just being on the safe side and doing their jobs, and the nurses were all really nice, and sweet and all, but I was just grumpy about thinking I was going in for a cervical check and an hour of observation and getting stuck with three cervical checks, 5 1/2 hours of constant monitoring, and an IV! And my poor husband had to be to work at 7:15 this morning!

*stalks over to the table, gets some food, stalks over to the pool, and sits at the edge, eating and dangling her feet in*

 

RJ, finish eating and come swimming, it will make you feel better. Sounds like quite a night!

 

Thanks. Maybe I will.

*finishes eating and goes to change into her swimsuit*
*comes back out and eases herself into the pool*

Oh, that is nice. *notices fur in the pool*
All right, who let the Ewoks swim in here without showering first?

 

::Walks to the pool with his train of Ugnaughts behind him and orders them to clean the pool filter and imprison the offending Ewok::

Don't worry... the Ewok shall not be harmed. Only taught respect and the rules:

Don't shed in my pool

 

My ewoks are afraid of the pool. They wouldn't have gone in. I wonder who's ewok that was...

Anyways, *hugs RJ* You need some chocolate.
I'll be right back
*runs to See's*

 

The board is so... green! Hmm. It's okay. Infinitely better than the horrible pink.

 

Amen to that, VS. I stayed away from here for a few days just because that pink hurt my eyes.

RJ, that totally sucks, having to spend the night like that. Much worse than me getting my hand bit just before Jediloren and I were going out for our weekly date. Spent 3 hours in ER, and was lucky to find an eating place still open when I got out.

Actually, thinking about it, I'd rather spend 3 hours in ER for a dog bite than all night on monitors, cervicals, and IV's. Guess your baby can't decide if he/she? wants to come yet. When you disapear for a while, I'll assume the child came.


*picks a fur out of the pool* Are you sure this is Ewok fur and not Wookie fur?

 

Party here, party in Spanish, yay! Anyway....I can use my hand again!!!! Might I have some tea?

 

Your right marna, Green looks better than pink.

AS he continues to eat some of the casseral he put on his plate.

 

Happy Saint Patricks Day!

What's new?

 

Well, despite constant persecution from a certain tenor sax player, even though I still outplayed her whole section today, not much. I'm looking to adopt an 8th grader for next year. There's a trumpet girl I'm considering. Also, I found that just eating plain honey mustard with a spoon isn't too bad.

Oh yeah, and an RP character of mine will die pretty soon. It's all good.

 

*comes out wearing a green pella and stola*

I'm giving everyone fair warning; if you're not in green, you're gonna be black and blue! Happy St. Paddy's Day!

*sets out poached salmon, colcannon, real soda bread, and a New England boiled dinner (corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots) with American soda bread for those who prefer American Irish food*

*prepares to pinch people*

 

Dank j00 St Patrick. Damn j00 and all your green beer.

 

*would like to point out that green beer is not Irish*