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Post by Owl on Sept 16, 2007 22:31:25 GMT -5
-hisssnarlspit- Time schedule. And it's not temporary. From now till... forever, I can only be on two nights a week, and two mornings for barely more than five minutes.
So I really don't have time to read through every post. If something needs my attention, you might need to PM me for it to come to my attention. I'll probably be very unactive in other clans other than Boulderclan too, except for those two nights a week when I have time to look at everything. Other than that, those two five-minute mornings I spend doing quick, illiterate mandatory replies.
Maybe I can think of some way to distribute the time, but yeah. It's going to be Boulderclan's trademark to be late soon.
I might even eventually retire Mintstar too. For now, she'll just be fashionably late.
hopefully.
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 17, 2007 1:21:21 GMT -5
*clings to Owl* Nuh! *destroy's all other items on Time Schedule* Now you are free ...^^ =)
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Post by Owl on Sept 17, 2007 21:13:21 GMT -5
It's a computer time schedule. Set up. Meaning unconditionally so. D;
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 19, 2007 14:30:01 GMT -5
*slaps Owl with kipper* >.<
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 19, 2007 14:47:01 GMT -5
Fudgey, don't be rude. You know it's not Owl's fault... Slap the computer with kippers instead. x.o
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 20, 2007 1:18:57 GMT -5
*slaps computer with kippers* Waaah! TT.TT
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 20, 2007 14:56:37 GMT -5
There's a good Fudgster. Mind if I call you Fudgster from now on? xD;;
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Post by Cari on Sept 20, 2007 20:32:22 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May I have the honors, Fudgey? Thank you. *pulls out sled hammer and smashes computer to smithereens*
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Post by Owl on Sept 20, 2007 20:59:59 GMT -5
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Post by Cari on Sept 20, 2007 21:27:30 GMT -5
lol
Well what does that mean for poor Maplepaw??? ;(
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Post by Chi on Sept 20, 2007 22:54:27 GMT -5
Stupid schedules! *bites the computer* Tigerheart is going to be like *looks around* What to do next. (she needs a leader to help her get started with what she needs to do) dose she need to prance through the boulderclan go and climb a tree? DO THE THE MALKERANA?!?!?! *clings to her kitty* You have to understand she can be clueless! Like me, we are both blonds at heart!
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 21, 2007 1:46:42 GMT -5
xD Sure you could call me Fudgester.... But I'd prefer FudgestAr. ...^^
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 21, 2007 21:27:00 GMT -5
No can do, Fudgster. It's Fudgster, not Fudgestar, no matter how much you like it. = )
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Post by kittywinkins on Sept 21, 2007 23:22:53 GMT -5
She's the Fudgester, No mistaking that we love to hear her purr and throw kippers at a hat.
She may prefer FudgestAR but no mistake, she's a stER She's the Fudgester at large! And this last line should end with something rhyming, like GIRL.
Suckish poetry at 11:30 at night... D:
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Post by ask on Sept 22, 2007 3:29:43 GMT -5
-walks in- -blasts everyone's face off with an automatic shotgun >:U- 'Tis isn't the computer's fault. HUMANISM!!! D:<
So, down to the real business. Since I'm not gonna make a rhyme with Fudgester the Digester, I'mma go and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down, And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.
In West Philadelphia, born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin all cool, And all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, Started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.
I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, Hmm this might be alright!
The plane landed and when I came out There was a dude,looked like a cop, standin there with my name out I ain't tryin to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness and like lightning disappeared
Well, I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought Nah forget it, "Yo home to Bel Air."
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To fill my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
BWAHAHA. >:U FEEL THE POWER OF WILL SMITH.
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