*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Alaskan]

*yawn* Really?

poor

lady. Been down in the gutter for so long.... that you are a tad jaded, huh?

 

[Bunnylady]

Poppies, Alaskan. Poppies. Yellow brick road and all that.

Do you remember what neutralized the poppies?



45 freakin' degrees out there this morning on May 20.

Alaskan, this is your doing, isn't it?

 

[chickwhispers]

Yes it must be Alaskan. It is 45° at Alaskan's!

I thought I was walking on regular bricks. Not stinky bricks. Eeeew! My ruby slippers will never be the same again.

 

[sourland]

Yes, Alaskan is doing it again!

42 degrees here- Alaskan, keep the cold for yourself.

 

[chicken scout]

Picture?

will try to get one

 

[EmtheFishLady]

As the Kingdom turns...

 

[Bunnylady]

Turns . . . . into what?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I'm not sure yet.

 

[sourland]

Turns . . . . into what?

Turns round and round the Maypole ---- or somethin '.

 

[Tanichca]

Maybe it'll turn into a frog.