Author Topic: Indian, sent you a private message, check you BBS box please! (Read 534 times)

Ripsnort · « **on:** October 08, 2001, 12:33:00 PM »

Thanks!

indian · « **Reply #1 on:** October 08, 2001, 12:59:00 PM »

What size! Reply quickly thanks! if you can.

Ripsnort · « **Reply #2 on:** October 08, 2001, 01:03:00 PM »

Replied, thks Bro!

indian · « **Reply #3 on:** October 09, 2001, 04:18:00 PM »

Rip mission acomplish private message sent.

Udie · « **Reply #4 on:** October 09, 2001, 04:29:00 PM »

YA BASTARD YA STOLE MY GLORY!!!!!!

indian · « **Reply #5 on:** October 10, 2001, 07:54:00 AM »

You should have seen her hug that bottle.

Ripsnort · « **Reply #6 on:** October 10, 2001, 08:11:00 AM »

Ya got a private message Indian, have fun both of ya! Talk to ya this week end.

indian · « **Reply #7 on:** October 10, 2001, 09:15:00 AM »

Message Recieved.

YANKEE · « **Reply #8 on:** October 10, 2001, 09:33:00 AM »

Hey Rip.

I sent you a private message as well.

Thanks,

Yankee

Ripsnort · « **Reply #9 on:** October 10, 2001, 09:50:00 AM »

Thanks Yankee, and you have a private reply.

You all enjoy yourselfs this week (Damn, wish I could have made it this year!)

NATEDOG · « **Reply #10 on:** October 10, 2001, 10:19:00 AM »

shhhhhh..... this is private, you didn't see me here...

Hangtime · « **Reply #11 on:** October 10, 2001, 10:43:00 AM »

"Hello.. Dallas Calling... the red robin flys at midnight. Repeat, the red robin flys at midnight..."

indian · « **Reply #12 on:** October 10, 2001, 10:52:00 AM »

You two butt out you dont even know the right code.

wait a minute what is the code

Ripsnort · « **Reply #13 on:** October 10, 2001, 11:02:00 AM »

The can opener needs to be acquired to open the can of creamed corn.

Swoop · « **Reply #14 on:** October 11, 2001, 10:52:00 PM »

Fingers: "'The significant owl hoots in the night.'"
Doorman: "'Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men.'"
Fingers: "'Hooray, hooray for the spinster's sister's daughter."
Doorman: "'To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height.'"
Fingers: "'Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn.'"
Doorman: "'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy.'"
Fingers: "What?"
Doorman: "'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy.'"
Fingers: "Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?"
Doorman: "Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry."
Fingers: "What about the caged whale?"
Doorman: "What about it?"
Fingers: "It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know."
Doorman: "Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down."