The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Angel Tarragon]

I'm getting tail lovey and feline kisses up the wazzoo here. I think my cat loves me.

 

[Aeson]

I've accepted Garlic Mashed Potatoes as my Tuber and Savour! Your grits are a lesser idol, a bringer of heresy, at best, and a corrupter of taste buds among those who have not been exposed to the One, True Whipped Meal.

It is possible for these two culinary delights to co-exist. We are an open and accepting peoples. One to rule the morning and one the evening.

 

[Aeson]

I'm getting tail love and feline kisses up the wazzoo here.

That sounds wrong.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

If Fru is smiting people then I should go.

See post 16519.

 

[Aeson]

If Fru is smiting people then I should go.

LOL It's ok. Something tells me you will not be smited.

 

[Aurora]

That matters little. It will be better if you add some southern teams to your list.

Uh....no. The closest to southern I got teams-wise is when I *gasp* was a Dallas Cowboys fan. [pleading] I COULDN'T HELP IT. I SWEAR! THEY PUT UP THE STUFF IN MY ROOM WHEN I WAS A KID AND MADE ME WATCH EVERY GAME! [/pleading]

 

[The_Warlock]

ROFL If you are like this in person, then you are a lot like my husband, humor-wise.

I can be, depends on the group, but I'm the dead pan straight man if there isn't one, otherwise, I'm either the one willing to cross That Line, or Mr. Counterpoint, OR BOTH (Those are always entertaining evenings). My favorite verbal tactic however, is to allow someone to leave an openings, and then mention something inpassing while saying not to mention it - thus at the same time crossing That Line, and still not actually having said it, and instead letting people's own imaginations come up with the worst possible internal response. That makes life worth living.

 

[The_Warlock]

It is possible for these two culinary delights to co-exist. We are an open and accepting peoples. One to rule the morning and one the evening.

We don't need your watery starch soup! Besides, you started this...there will be no diplomacy from the Throne of Taters! Ware your steps, or there will be jihad!

 

[Aeson]

Uh....no. The closest to southern I got teams-wise is when I *gasp* was a Dallas Cowboys fan. [pleading] I COULDN'T HELP IT. I SWEAR! THEY PUT UP THE STUFF IN MY ROOM WHEN I WAS A KID AND MADE ME WATCH EVERY GAME! [/pleading]

That's ok. We'll work with that. Besides your husband is from Alabama. You get grandfathered in for that one.

 

[Aeson]

We don't need your watery starch soup! Besides, you started this...there will be no diplomacy from the Throne of Taters! Ware your steps, or there will be jihad!

There is always room for diplomacy.