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Frank walks.....Kelly running.

Shingo with the K!

This should go up on FutureSox...

Chapter 5 Ivan: You get bonus cheese? Me: What do you mean, bonus cheese? Ivan: After every 46 hours, bonus cheese. Me: What sort of cheese? Ivan: Moose Me: I didn't know moose gave milk.... Ivan: Now you do. You now moving to moose milking line. Me: Couldn't that be dangerous? Ivan:Only if you mix up male and female. Me: Umm......ok. Ivan: I milk male last week.....not taste right.....add sugar.....scrumptious. Me: I think I'm going to throw up. Ivan: That taste better with sugar too.

It's something we've worked on for a while....

I'm gonna do Chapter 5 sometime tomorrow or Saturday...I'm thinking about splitting it off into a thread of its own.

I just feel good cause I had a good tennis match....didn't win...but totally happy with how I did. I'm high on life...it's next to the Schnapp's......you guys want more adventures of Ivan and Heads? Oh, and Steve.... Guard crotch.

God, this stuff is comic gold.

Chapter 4 Me: Hey Ivan, I've been upgraded to fish gutter! Ivan: Ooh, bad deal? Me: Why's it bad? Ivan: Fish vicious. Known to bite off fingers. Me:They're dead, though. Ivan: Fish play possum. Live ones jump discreetly into gutting overalls. Then, when you put hand in pocket to play with self...CHOMP....no more hangnail. Me: You sure about this? {Ivan holds up bloody stump of a finger} Me: Eww. Ivan: Be man about it. Teach fish who boss. Fish eat my finger, I eat fish. Now I have finger back.

We hope to upgrade to board version within a month. -ish is a versatile word modifier that can be added to the end of any adjective to express uncertanity with a description coolish, eh?

All the posts from How Does That Work have been moved to the photo album, to reduce the number of forums on the front page. Is there any huge issue with this? A lot of people just seem to upload stuff in both anyways. Anywho, we're getting some stuff sorted out for the upgrade we hope to make in the next month-ish.

Chapter 3 Ivan: How go it in chipmunk division. Me: Not good. I have bruises. Ivan: Guard crotch. Me: Yeah. I figured that one out quick. Ivan: Oh...you smarter than me. Took me while to catch on. Me: Oh how'd that end up? Ivan: Me now can't render children. We adopt cactus. Me:How's that going? Ivan: Not seem to take well. He attack every time I try to hug. Also, many, many piercings. Me think he's rebel. Me: Maybe he's just afraid of loving you too much. Ivan: Could be that. Could also be rank, rank body odor. I go bathe now.

Chapter 2: Ivan: We moving you to forest chipmunk division. Me: That's great.....Who's replacing me? Ivan: We do research, find sex lead to more moose.....we now in business of moose escort service. I now observe. Me: So what exactly will I be doing in the forest chipmunk division? Ivan: Test subject for testicle attacking forest chipmunk. Me: That's not good. Ivan: Not so. Job come with free company dune buggy. Me: Dune buggy? Ivan: I say dune buggy? I mean sterile horse and wool blanket. Me: Why does it matter if the horse is sterile? Ivan: I had incident with horse. It now know not to eye my wife like that. Me: That's a shame. Damn shame. Ivan: That horse also eat my child. Not to mention cursed by Ganesha. Me: Oh.

No...I haven't....just had a tennis meet and I'm dead tired....one of my friendds came over...I'm in the bathroom...I come out....he's alternation between Smirnoff Rasberry Twist and Baileys Irish Creame, drinking them out of the bottles. Needless to say, he was a little off during the meet.

My boss is named Ivan. Our last discussion: Me: Ivan, how's this look? Ivan: Leg go on moose. Me. The leg is on the moose. Ivan: No, leg on moooooooose. {I take off leg, attach to ear} Ivan: Many thanks. Expect extra helping of crab juice with company mandated lunch, garnished with stapler. Me: When can I get promoted to forest chipmunk? Ivan: After many moose. I love my job.

He's been damn impressive thus far...he's actually playing better than Frank did. You guys have any thoughts?

Also, evidently I've decided to eradicate the use of the question mark. For some reason anything I type or write lately ends in a period, even if it's a question.

I'm 47 and assemble moose in Alaska for a living.

Happy Birthday...now get to work on FutureSox...dammit.

Only 500. Don't be so modest.

For anyone there during the Bull chat, wsc didn't really show he was read to come back...

I love you too, WSF. Yeah, you're right. And yes, I do like big words.

Must be a North Dakota thing....things are different down here in Iowa... Actually, it was the way I'm being taught to write in my AP Lit and Comp class....introduce something, then back it up....it's a real pain in the ass.

I don't really see myself writing in the future....mainly cause I don't come up with ideas really well...i like to write, but I doubt it'd ever be more than a hobby.

I just tried to see how many times I could fit 'talent' in there sensibly.