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OT / Your cheatin' heart

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Lynn D

Guest
CLOP, clip, clip, clip. CLOP, clip, clip, clip
CLOP, clip, clip, clip. CLOP, clip, clip, clip
CLOP, clip, clip, clip. CLOP, clip, clip, clip
CLOP, clip, clip, clip. CLOP, clip, clip, clip
CLOP, clip, clip, clip. CLOP, clip, clip, clip
clip, CLOP - oh damn!
 
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seamom

Guest
Diz..........flutters to the board, ponders joining the weirdos in chat and thinks wisely to go to bed instead...................
 
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Chippsetter

Guest
Hmmm.Hair transplant here, transplant there. looks like dog. Full kennel too. just in time for 2021 race under new name
 
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Connie Cebee

Guest
oh seawall , you can't hide the truth, for the story is out
what really came about.

It seems that poor Lucky the dog was lurking behing the tree for he had duties to do, you see.

Behold, before his eyes poor pooch does discover

, that seawall is lunching at auntie for the wiskey she holds

Don't ya all think thats a bit bold???

Poor lucky, lets all hope that he will recover.

Hide Poochy, from her TOTO

Perhaps you can get Einstein to protect him with his fabulous yo yo.

Oh by the way cabin boy has found his new joy, I think you friend is being coy!!!!
 
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Lynn D

Guest
So where does it all end? Who knows? Perhaps the saga will continue in the days and weeks to come. Here's what we know at the time of signing off:

Lill and Cabana Boy are happily living in NC. He has successfully completed the sex change operation and, hey, the Viagra helps.

Chip is happily selling moose pelts (white with black spots) to raise funds for the 2021 Iditarod, by which time he suspects he'll have the dogs' running up to par with the rest of the field (CLOP, clip, clip, clip). He is joined by Barbara who has a fondness for the outdoors (though it does give her plumbing problems from time to time). She is working on a new invention which attaches small sails just behind the dogs in an attempt to capture some wind power for the big race.

SW was last seen running from John's aunt, who is now attempting to hit her over the head with a magnum of bad champagne, while Hstrybuf is taking notes for her new novel on the arrival of moosemobiles to the Alaskan frontier.

Kathy is still hanging out at the vets, trying to rescue Toto's little dog, who now resembles a moose, and E is still insisting that his yoyo is off limits (Red disagrees).

Sue has moved to Alaska because she heard about a pipeline that needed help (and frankly is tired of Barbara's calls), and Cynthia has taken Cabana boy to small claims court to get her Judy Garland records and pink shoes back (it was supposed to be a loan)!!

JackiD has entered re-hab as she is convinced we've all been watching her family for years. The voices are telling her to stay calm, but the entire episode has left her feeling weak at the knees!

Mal, still quite confused about the man who convinced her he was her twin sister for all those years, is also entering rehab. At last check, she was dating Robert Downy Jr.

Lynn D married Mel Gibson and is living happily ever after, while SM and Diz are filing papers to have us all committed.

Nite all, it's been fun!
 
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Gayle V

Guest
The glass is empty 'cause Lucky, the limping dog, swiped your favorite libation. Either that or he's scarfed down one to many rum cakes.
 
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Mariposa

Guest
Darn, missed a great night in chat. Sounds to me like Lucky ain't so lucky. Especially since spending the evening with a bunch of lunatics who have no where else to go each evening except cyber space to chat. Maybe he lost his leg while trying to find the door to the exit. Probably hit the delete button instead of escape. :lol :cheers
 
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JOHN(NJ)

Guest
Had to go out for awhile and when I came in this morning.............. I will never leave you guys to help me out anymore. Who taught Lucky to smoke? I come back and He's sittin back with a newport, smoking jacket and little red weejuns on his feet. Auntie is in her cups chasing someone around with a broken bottle. Two guys are running around the front lawn with their pants around their ankles. Thanx alot. And we also needed a reporter to write it up? I sure hope this isn't a pre cursor to the next addict meeting.