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March 19, 2008
Administrative Announcement
Please join THS, Crusader and myself in welcoming occasional guest poster Ebola as a full-fledged member of the Coalition.
Of course, if he ticks me off it's back to the basement for him.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at March 19, 2008 09:11 PM
Comments
You're going to have to threaten better than that. Where do you think a twentysomething blogger lives ~ Barack's mansion?
Posted by: tree hugging sister at March 19, 2008 09:19 PM
Yeah, at his age, I wanted to live in a basement.
And it's good to see some young blood coming on board; next to THS, he'll be the youngest person here.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at March 19, 2008 11:09 PM
What a shameless suck-up.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at March 19, 2008 11:35 PM
But of course, Mr. Bingley! You have that ferocious Wabbie, but Sis has a Wabbie plus Two Angry Scotties. I know where my priorities lie.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at March 20, 2008 01:19 AM
Yes, yes, bow before me. As your new benevolent dictator and supreme wombat of death, I come before you with the new dawn...
Yada yada, point is, my uncle just ensured your ensuing and rarely enunciable demise. This is the end. ::chuckle::
I can't sleep.
Posted by: Ebola at March 20, 2008 03:34 AM
The "Wombat of Death". This could get good.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at March 20, 2008 09:07 AM
"Supreme Wombat of Death", Ken. Get it right, lest you become His next victim.
I, for one, welcome our new wombat overlords.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at March 20, 2008 09:30 AM
::sigh::
"Dearest Uncle ~ You are a beacon of enlightened hope and generosity, and I am forever in your debt" would have done just fine, Junior. But NO. You break out the "wombat" first thing.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at March 20, 2008 09:32 AM
Supreme Wombat of Death... Does that make you Mortal Wombat?
Posted by: nightfly at March 20, 2008 09:34 AM
Dude.
You too, Uncle Bings.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at March 20, 2008 09:55 AM
A basement? Luxury. When I was a twentysomething I had to live UNDER a basement. And I was happy!
Still, wombats aside, welcome aboard Ebola.
Posted by: Cullen at March 20, 2008 10:05 AM
Wait, I get all these family connections wrong...who's offspring is Ebola again?
Regardless, yay new stuff to read!
Posted by: WunderKraut at March 20, 2008 11:20 AM
Oh, we used to DREAM of living under a basement...
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at March 20, 2008 12:31 PM
Did I say we lived under a basement? What I meant was that we had to build basements on top of us every night for 25 hours a day before we got to sleep.
Posted by: Cullen at March 20, 2008 05:42 PM
And then our father would kill us and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah".
But you try to tell the young people of today how it was, they don't listen to you.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at March 20, 2008 09:02 PM
who's offspring is Ebola again?
Kraut, there is no possible answer to that that woudn't unleash the wrath of the Wombat.
Posted by: Joel at March 21, 2008 11:21 AM