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I didn't code it to clear cookies . . .At least I don't think I did. I swore I only made it log you out . . . I'll have to check. I've had it for half a year . . . On countless forums.

I LOL'd.

Can do Jea. I just gotta locate him in my address book.

I had to call my brother on that one! Edena's apparently, quite literally dropped off the face of the earth. Well, not really, but apparently he's one of those, 'Eh, yeah, I feel like logging in today' types.

Byes person. *goes to have Lheryl have a discussion with her darling Tito about booze chugging . . .*

Cora's player grew up and moved on. He hasn't even been on MSN these days. I really miss the convos he, Draggy and I had. They always ended up turning into Jeff Foxworthy jokes.

You prolly have a small version like America has (OUr's is only about 3 inchs long). The big ones like that are only in the Middle East.

They're found in deserts world wide. And they're not actually spiders. They are arachnids, but they're more closely related to ticks than spiders.

Buggers run ten miles per hour . . . I don't know if my BFG can handle it.

Camel Spiders . . . Yucky. That people's is a camel spider (well, two). In otherwords, bet on that.

Mmm, Shakespere did that the best in my opinion. 'The Twelfth Night, or What you Will' was quite hilarious.

Bleh, I have you on MSN. I just have to be online at the same time as you now . . . *misses the days of haveing time to do things.*

Ew, just ew.

*A young elf woman walks up to the corkboards, eyeing this note in particular. She stiffles her laughter once more before scrawling a note.* Dear Mister Bojangles, the Harmless Toy Poodle, I must say, the bragging is hilarious. Your wild claims truely make me laugh. However, as has been...

*A young elf strolls up to the boards, eyes drawn to the note at hand. She lifts a gloved hand to her lips stiffling her laughter as best she can before scribbling her own note.* Come now, surely you can come up with a better moniker than Massacre Hackenslash . . . Perhaps "Mister Bojangles...

It was. The butler.

Damn, an here I thought the maid service would win. Oh well! I can' always pester you for more piccies of Ann. Or stop being lazy and draw her herself, but, meh. That would require me to not be lazy. Oh, and Xan, not everyday you see them get married, but, I've lost count of the number of...

Kinda glad I showed up late on Ann now. Imagine how long it would be if she'd been the the -entire- time.

Lies! Oh, and Jea. I'd be in on that idea. Now to just make time.

*mildly notes to have Ann set up a massive Anti-Magic field in the tavern.*