Nathan Bransford - The Forums

Down the well wrote:Somebody get the Sugar-Detox people on the phone NOW. Tell them it's an emergency.

And advise them to keep an open mind when they get here, lest Santa-Cthulhu take offense. Or has he fled permanently?

Fenris wrote:And advise them to keep an open mind when they get here, lest Santa-Cthulhu take offense. Or has he fled permanently?

Ooh. Wait. You're right, he might come back. Um, anyone else think Margo has enough sugar in her to pass her off as a Peep?

Down the well wrote:Ooh. Wait. You're right, he might come back. Um, anyone else think Margo has enough sugar in her to pass her off as a Peep?

I panicked for a second when I read that, until I remembered I already traded mine for some really cool shoes.

Oh noes! I missed all the party! AND THE CHOCOLATE!

I'm sorry people, I was busy necking with my new boyfriend!!

*breathes* :D *breathes again*

Is there anything left to eat ? Or alcohol. I need to celebrate.

That testi tenticle faced santa left some a these little yellow chickens and they were roasting someone something on the fire earlier.

and there was some spiced squeezins or some corn ale or some such going around earlier. I don't know if you wanna mess with Jaime's pale though.

This party is Intoxicated!!!!!

Claudie wrote:Is there anything left to eat ? Or alcohol. I need to celebrate.

Oh don't you worry. We got a couple more days left in this party! We got it all: brandy, mead, moonshine, cheekychook cookies, cheekychook cake, cheekychook frosting (you might have to wrestle someone for that), sugar-free peeps, roasted chestnuts, eggnog, hot chocolate. I always seem to be out restocking party supplies when we have the sled races, so we need to do some more racing. Watch out for space monkeys swinging from the branches of the tree and low flying planes mistaking our light display for the airport control tower.

Watcher55 wrote:That testi tenticle faced santa left some a these little yellow chickens and they were roasting someone something on the fire earlier.

and there was some spiced squeezins or some corn ale or some such going around earlier. I don't know if you wanna mess with Jaime's pale though.

*shakes head slowly*

Watcher is right.

*takes a swig from the pale ale bottle in left hand* . . . *takes a swig from the cherry juice in right hand* . . . *swishes 2nd mouthful around* . . .

This doesn't taste . . . quite . . . right . . . Meh. *Shrugs and swallows*

Oh Look! The shoes arrived!
(I passed this Great shoe store on the way here and...) I invited all the shoes and Here They Are!

Do they have personality or what?

Put those tunes back on, time to dance folks!

bcomet wrote:Oh Look! The shoes arrived!
(I passed this Great shoe store on the way here and...) I invited all the shoes and Here They Are!

Do they have personality or what?

Put those tunes back on, time to dance folks!

<Watcher sporting a red nose and bcomet sporting her new shoes cut a rug before their knives are confiscated then dance instead>

Hey Y'ALL!!
This party's been funner'n a Seerday night at the shack in the river bottoms only 'thout the fights! But my Human won't let me come back til at least Seerday night so..

MERRY Christmas!


someone really oughta leave a tip for the custodian crew.

I'd like to wish Merry Christmas to everyone and I also would like to say thanks for all the help what you gave me in the last months. I really appreciate it. Thanks again, and Merry Christmas!

Guardian

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

Careful in the Space Monkeys' office, Margo! It's a zero-gravity zone. The reindeers are complaining that tap-dancing is harder than flying, but at least they don't have to haul old lard-ass around until tomorrow night.

Speaking of Santa, Cthulhu says the suit makes him look fat. Does Cthulhu have a lap? Lovercraft never mentioned it. Like Down the well and Sommer, I'll pass on the photo sit. All those probing tentacles...I'm not weird, or Japanese.

Cheekychook, your choc cake porn is distracting me from my Japanese tentacle sex porn. Dios4vida, the first step is to admit we are all powerless over chocolate.

Pavel Checkov, not only can't you spell your own name, you've got your phaser set to stun? We Americans shoot to kill! Take that! MWAHAHAHA! Don't mind the nuclear wessels! Where are the nuclear WEASELS? You know, small furry animals that glow in the dark?

Fenris, modern consumers wouldn't sell their soul to an Elder God, though they might lease it to a young, hip god.

Good on ya, Margo! Apparently, the Old Testament didn't originally have any spaces between the words either. SO YOU'RE WRITING LIKE GOD!

Watcher55, how did you get so sober again so quickly? I'm headed over to Nathan's old Curtis Brown office to find the polar bear we left there last year. Happy Night Before Christmas Eve to everyone!

Cthulhu is submitting our names to Santa for the naughty list?!? Just cuz we burned his tentacles and then banished him with backwards carols? Boy, those elder gods are sensitive.

Well, since it's already Christmas almost everywhere (about 4 more hours til it gets to me), let's shift gears. I'll bid adieu to the partiers who have to be home for the family dinner and dim the lights for the revellers who've fallen asleep on the couch or the floor. The reindeer have taken off their tap shoes, and the space monkeys are snoozing in the tree branches. Just the twinkling Christmas tree lights and the soft crackle of the fire now.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.