Topic: GDA forum finally has a new post in it......

[Kroma BaSyl]

......man was that place empty, what with Scippy and company going rouge.

[GDA-S'Cipio]

......man was that place empty, what with Scippy and company going rouge.

Rouge is more your game, Kroma.  I never use the stuff.  However I understand why you would be looking for a rogue like me.  Dr. Nyet tells me I'm one fine hunk of beef.

-S'Cipio the Hunk

[KAT J'inn]

......man was that place empty, what with Scippy and company going rouge.

Rouge is more your game, Kroma.  I never use the stuff.  However I understand why you would be looking for a rogue like me.  Dr. Nyet tells me I'm one fine hunk of beef.

-S'Cipio the Hunk

WHERE'S MY CHECK FOR HELPING YOU MOVE BEEF BOY??

Also, there is the matter of my chiropractor's bill.

[GDA-S'Cipio]

WHERE'S MY CHECK FOR HELPING YOU MOVE BEEF BOY??

Also, there is the matter of my chiropractor's bill.

Oh, man!  you guys should all see J'inn trying to move on an August day in DC.  My first taste of it came last weekend.

I was upstairs, carting out china cabinet that weighs more than Kroma, and which *cannot* be scratched.  (or else I die.)  I had sent J'inn downstairs to get some sofa pillows and carry them up to the truck.  Suddenly I heard high-pitched screaming.

"S'Cipio!  Ujin!  Dr. Nyet!  Save me!  I'm dying!"

It was J'inn of course, and I feared one of the bookcases had fallen over on him.  I dashed down to save my friend.  (I still needed him.  I had real furniture to move, and those pillows and beanie babies weren't going to move themselves!)

I found J'inn at the top of the exterior stairs, close to the moving truck.  He was pointing to his arms and head in a panic.

"I'm gushing blood!"  he screamed.  "My life's blood is pouring out!"

I looked at him but could find no wounds.  "Where are you hurt?", I asked in my most concerned voice.  "I can't sssee any woundsss."

"Here!  and here!" he cried, gesticulating at no injury I could see.  "See?  I dripped again!  Oh!  I feel faint!  S'Cippy, make sure my credit cards go to my brother, and not SR."

I dropped my head in shame.  "J'inn, that'sss not blood.  That's sssweat.  You jussst climbed a ssstaircase with a comforter over your ssshoulder in August heat and humidity."

"Sweat?"  asked J'inn with hope in his eyes.  "What is sweat?"

"It'sss perfectly normal with manual labor," I replied.  "Now pick up the comfortor."

"But it drips!" he cried.  "And it makes me uncomfortable.  When does it stop?"

"It doesssn't ssstop until we ssstop working," I had to tell him.  "And we can't sstop working until we are done."

No matter how much I tried to reason with him, however,  he wouldn't keep working until Dr. Nyet gave him a little jolt on his obediance collar.  (See J'inn's earlier thread to read about that.)  Finally that, with a promise of "Mint Julip Breaks" every five minutes got him carting linens again.

But that was nothing compared to his horror when he realized waling acorss the yard meant his shoes were no longer perfectly shiney.

-S'Cipio 

[Kroma BaSyl]

......man was that place empty, what with Scippy and company going rouge.

Rouge is more your game, Kroma.  I never use the stuff.  However I understand why you would be looking for a rogue like me.  Dr. Nyet tells me I'm one fine hunk of beef.

-S'Cipio the Hunk

LOL...well I always thought you were a saucy little number.