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Post by Vertigo3 on Dec 15, 2006 11:32:38 GMT -5
You left it in the lucky charms my friend.
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Post by Irishman on Dec 15, 2006 15:41:51 GMT -5
Ewww, I think I be passin' on that meal
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Post by Dathron on Dec 16, 2006 23:44:24 GMT -5
Nope, not with my lucky charms. See here are all my lucky charms: A Rabbits Foot, A Rabbits Liver, a Rabbits Spleen, a Four Leaved Clover, my Nose, a keychain made out of gold, a silver bullet, a tiny wooden stake...see, my nose isn't there.
GBBCOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Hermione on Dec 17, 2006 3:41:56 GMT -5
Lol lol lol lol lol...
Although I should point out that's an awfully unlucky rabbit!
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Post by Irishman on Dec 17, 2006 13:25:38 GMT -5
Ya know. I 'ave heard tha' it twas never lucky fer the lil critter, but Hey! Irishmen are all about the Luck! Wht, we e'en get ta try our luck down ta the pub!
('ey, hic, you try an'..hic..hit that lil dartboard...hic... af'er a few rounds.....hic)
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Post by Hermione on Dec 17, 2006 23:55:21 GMT -5
Lol, have a few more, I doubt you'll be able to FIND the dartboard!
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Post by Irishman on Dec 18, 2006 17:56:50 GMT -5
Lil' lady, I've a mind ta challenge ya ta a duel! Darts!
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(thwiipp!)
Drat, missed!
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Post by Hermione on Dec 19, 2006 3:59:07 GMT -5
Darts, huh? I can dart through a room like anything! Watch!
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Post by Irishman on Dec 19, 2006 14:43:48 GMT -5
Well, lookit her go, I must admit she tends ta git her way.
*pats himself down*
'Hey! where be me purse?'
*chases after Hermione*
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Post by Hermione on Dec 19, 2006 22:48:00 GMT -5
Silly, if a guy carries a purse he's got to expect these things. You can have it back after I've finished gluing rhinestones on it.   I may as well mess with your head, since at this point I think it's so foggy it can't get any worse... must be all that wonderful mead and ale and such-like. Yeah, that's it... I'll go dress up as a purple paisley giraffe and you won't even know to follow me!  |
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Post by Dathron on Dec 20, 2006 9:30:56 GMT -5
Oh no, hermione! The GBBCOD lusts after purple paisley giraffes!
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Post by Irishman on Dec 23, 2006 10:17:48 GMT -5
Now where did she go? I seen her 'ere a minute ago' bumps into a giraffe. 'Oh, excuse me' squints at it ''ave ya seen a fine lookin' young lady dash past ya? She seems ta 'ave run off w' me purse.....' Irishman continues on past lookin' fer Hermione.
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Post by Hermione on Dec 23, 2006 22:11:57 GMT -5
Oh, bother.
So much for simple...
Tosses Irishman's purse to the GBBCoD and runs to hide behind Dathron.
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Post by Irishman on Dec 24, 2006 0:03:04 GMT -5
Seeing his purse on its' way ta doom, Irishman non-the-less dives across the floor in an attempt ta save it. Coming face to ......right.....with the GBBCoD itself!
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Post by Hermione on Dec 25, 2006 2:15:38 GMT -5
Peeks out from behind Dathron guiltily
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Post by Irishman on Dec 25, 2006 12:28:29 GMT -5
Layin' upon the floor, before the GBBCoD, irishman contemplates his life, reflecting back o'er tha past few centuries, he realizes tha' he does na' 'ave ta give up quite yet.
Reachin' into his tunic, he draws out (from a hidden pocket) his 'hole to anywhere'. Quickly unfolding it, he unfurls it over the GBBCoD. As it falls ta the floor, the GBBCoD is swallowed up inta it. Graspin' his purse afore it is drawn into the hole, Irishman rolls ta the side and watches as the GBBCoD disappears from sight. Bending down ta retrieve the 'hole' he grasps the edge, quickly folding it onto itself, thus preventin' the GBBCoD from comin' back out. Folding it thrice more, he stands and replaces it into his tunic.
Dustin' off his hands he looks about at stunned faces. Smiling he says, 'Have a care, usually somethin as large as tha' is only transported about two or three rooms over. Someone, please close the door, so we can decide how ta preserve ourselves.'
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Post by Hermione on Dec 26, 2006 4:49:58 GMT -5
Wow! You sure sober up fast!
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It's neat! Do it again!
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Post by Irishman on Dec 26, 2006 17:15:11 GMT -5
Smiling owlishly at Hermione, Irishman winks.
'Darlin' islanders can drink quite a bit without becomin' as drunk as they appear. It lends ta our fascination.
Picking up his bodhran, he begins ta play a rousing percussion, tapping his feet in time ta the beat. Inviting ev'ryone ta join in, he begins a lively dance about the room. Hopin' ta use the music and poundin' of feet ta scare away the GBBCoD.
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I may as well mess with your head, since at this point I think it's so foggy it can't get any worse... must be all that wonderful mead and ale and such-like. Yeah, that's it... I'll go dress up as a purple paisley giraffe and you won't even know to follow me! 