telos ponders food Sandman: Food is happy. telos: yes, but what to eat. there are left overs in my fridge i need to throw out. someone left a taco and someone else a chicken parmisan thing telos: don't have fast food stuff TilRMan: i left i short stack of pancakes in the little fridge rob` points at tilr. See? rob`: it wasn't me :) telos: ok, well i think those were thrown out. i blamed them on rob ealier. TilRMan: durn, that was perfectly good drywall patch Sandman: Should have sent them back to him via UPS COD. :) E[C]: tilr: they even came with spackle :) rob` grins. TilRMan: sand: ups cod . . . is that like ups air or ups freight? Sandman: Cash On Delivery. E[C]: more like what happens in spawning season. Sandman: Heh. TilRMan nods at E[C] E[C]: versus downs cod. TilRMan: *chuckle* TilRMan: cod downs pretty good with some pancakes, a taco, and chicken parmisan E[C]: then of course, there's the ever-fashionable cape cod. E[C]: for that slippery scaley look. Sandman: STOP!!!!!!!! :-( Sandman: It huuurrrrrts. %P rob` grins as if lobotomized. E[C]: don't be such a cod, Sand. Sandman: *cringe* TilRMan: sand can take it, quit coddling him E[C]: maybe that's why they call them codpieces. to protect cods from the effects of their own coddity. Sandman drops his Impala on Tilerman, because well... he's not the empress. E[C] Sceptresmites Sand. E[C]: :) E[C]: deal. :) Sandman: Dammit. TilRMan crawls out and drives off E[C]: I've always thought that was a rather large car to be called such a name. Sandman watches the Staties pull tilr over, because the car has no plates as its under salvage title. E[C]: I mean, that would *hurt* Sandman: You have no idea. E[C]: but just think how much cod you could fit in. Sandman: Stooooooooooooooooppp. :-( TilRMan: just how much cod u fit in an impala? E[C]: none. they're vegetarians. E[C]: but you could fits lots in the hole made in you by the impala TilRMan: guess it fell point down E[C]: in accodance with murphy's law Sandman goes to get a drink. BRB. TilRMan: o/` cod and ducks and geese better scurry . . . o/` E[C]: when I take you out in my surrey with the nets on top!/o TilRMan: the whole team or just the starters? E[C]: o/I'm just a cod who cain't say no... Sandman: Back. E[C]: hrm. I've cod to get to bed soon. Sandman: Bah. Lies. Sandman: I think the fish are affecting your judgement. E[C]: are you saying that my brain has turned into coddage cheese? Sandman: Yes. :P TilRMan winces along w sand rob`: gaiee E[C]: noper. codn't be. rob` 's smile grows that much more glassy. rob` goes into happymac mode. E[C]: it's the incodable oddible rob! TilRMan: o/` o codada ur a place i must eschew! o/` E[C]: sorry Sand I don't think we can stop. it's hard codded. telos hands e a fish sandwich. her's your codfish, now try again Sandman: You thought I was nuts before..... E[C]: holy mackrel, you thought I though you were nuts? TilRMan: prolly was the whole dry-roasting incident E[C]: nopers prolly the honey roasting and salting. Sandman: Are you hungry or something? TilRMan: followed by the incodvenient packaging into little tins E[C]: how codd that they ever thought of that. telos peeks in, something is fishy here. o dear. rob` 's head explodes. Sandman: Et tu, telos? :P E[C]: now sand, don't be such a cold fish. TilRMan: o/` . . . The destruction of Codada and all of its codture . . . o/` telos: who me? never. i'm a mermaid not a fish. Sandman: Mermaids are much more fun. E[C]: One small step for a cod, one giant leap for codkind. TilRMan: ask not what you can do for ur codtry telos: well, maybe i am a fish, but i am not a cold fish. *need to swim* E[C]: I came, I saw, I codquered. Sandman: You caught a cold? :) telos: nope, just need to turn down the a/c. TilRMan: its expensive having the air codditioner run all the time TilRMan: not to mention a bit messy rob`: the first thing I did when I got home was step outside and take a deeeeeeep breath of cool night air. :) E[C]: yeah, it really tips the scales onyour bill Sandman: As opposed to the stifling heat of texas? rob`: yeah telos: just a little. o/ cape cod girls they have no combs comb their hair with cod fish bones.. heave a way haul away heave a way you bully bully boys we're bound for austrailia /o rob`: cool, damp, breezy, clear air fresh off the Pacific :) TilRMan: well, i wish they all could be codifornia girls E[C]: dammit Robert, that's just plain cruel :) Sandman: See, thats why you people need to come to cleveland.... it actually gets below 80 here. :P Sandman: HAH. You didn't say anything about fish in that statement. Sandman: Nyeah. :P telos slaps Sandman with a nice large wet fresh codfish. Sandman: :-( telos: you had to point that out telos: =P Sandman: Of course. *** Replied (channel) CTCP PING 1023247891 from telos Sandman: THere is hope for our dear Empress after all. telos: no there isn't. she is forever a funny sort rob`: she's hard to codify, that's for certain. Sandman: Dammit....... E[C] notes herringing ears. TilRMan: those are useful if ur tryin to tuna piano rob`: this harangue of puns is becoming a little painful :) telos notes that she has other fish to fry and will be in and out periodically for a while as she types up some notes. Sandman: A little you say.... E[C] sees Sand miss that one like a fisherman with a one-holed net. Sandman begs his Empress for mercy. :-( MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!! :-( Sandman: How have I wronged you? E[C]: well. I do need to hit the net anyway. E[C]: nighters folks. rob`: nite :)