Good Old Days 2

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>See, I tole you Mrs. Chix.

Yes, you did.

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>A little difficult? Don't you mean he is very difficult, all the time?

Well, no. Chix is usually pretty well behaved.

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>So, that just proves that I am always right. Just say it Mrs. Chix, "Frmr is ALWAYS right".

Oh, no! There is no way that I could say that. It isn't true.

[P and M]

Mister Chix wrote:

<quoted text>
Good.
Now that's settled, leap up onto my lap, and cover me with kisses.
Also, bring the Patron. I think there's like, 2 bottles left on the wall.

OK, Dear.

[P and M]

Good afternoon! We had snow! Oh boy! F and K, I hope you have a very good day!

[Mister Chix]

P and M wrote:

<quoted text>Remember, Dear: You can fly! Sorta.

In theory I can fly, but it's a theory I prefer not to test, lest I injure myself, and that I cannot do.
Not a hair of my feathered head must be tousled, nor any slightest mark appear on my muscular, tawny hide.
Perfect I am, and perfect is how I stay, except for all-these Girl Scouts, in my tummy, thanks to Frmr.

[Girl Scouts]

Mister Chix wrote:

<quoted text>
In theory I can fly, but it's a theory I prefer not to test, lest I injure myself, and that I cannot do.
Not a hair of my feathered head must be tousled, nor any slightest mark appear on my muscular, tawny hide.
Perfect I am, and perfect is how I stay, except for all-these Girl Scouts, in my tummy, thanks to Frmr.

Lookit, Chix, we're not making very many cookie sales, from here in your dark, turbulent stomach, and we want out.
Do something.

[fmer505-1951]

Girl Scouts wrote:

<quoted text>
Lookit, Chix, we're not making very many cookie sales, from here in your dark, turbulent stomach, and we want out.
Do something.

Don't worry Girl Scouts, I have a solution for getting you out of that chicken's stomach. I am not sure that he, or his wife will agree with my method though.

[fmer505-1951]

P and M wrote:

<quoted text>You never explained why you called Frmr "Darling".

I tole you it was probably because that chicken was plowed, and then there is the matter of the Girl Scouts in his stomach. So that chicken may not be feeling very well. Any suggestions as to how to get the Girl Scouts safely out of that chicken's stomach? I have an idea, but I don't think you would like mine.

[Girl Scouts]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>Don't worry Girl Scouts, I have a solution for getting you out of that chicken's stomach. I am not sure that he, or his wife will agree with my method though.

If it involves holding that plucker (Chix) upside-down by his skinny ankles and shaking us out of his stomach, you have our permission to go ahead.
Hurry, before he pours any more Patron down on us. We're getting drunk, and that's not part of the Girl Scout Pledge.

[P and M]

Mister Chix wrote:

<quoted text>
In theory I can fly, but it's a theory I prefer not to test, lest I injure myself, and that I cannot do.
Not a hair of my feathered head must be tousled, nor any slightest mark appear on my muscular, tawny hide.
Perfect I am, and perfect is how I stay, except for all-these Girl Scouts, in my tummy, thanks to Frmr.

Oh, don't be silly, Dear. Of course you can fly. Remember how you used to fly with Piglet when he was learning to fly. You made a lovely pair in the sky!

[fmer505-1951]

Girl Scouts wrote:

<quoted text>
If it involves holding that plucker (Chix) upside-down by his skinny ankles and shaking us out of his stomach, you have our permission to go ahead.
Hurry, before he pours any more Patron down on us. We're getting drunk, and that's not part of the Girl Scout Pledge.

I was planning on hanging that scrawny chicken upside down hanging from the chandelier. I figure the motion of should send you Girl Scouts scurrying out of that chicken's belly.

[P and M]

Girl Scouts wrote:

<quoted text>
Lookit, Chix, we're not making very many cookie sales, from here in your dark, turbulent stomach, and we want out.
Do something.

Get out of my husband's belly, girls!

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>Don't worry Girl Scouts, I have a solution for getting you out of that chicken's stomach. I am not sure that he, or his wife will agree with my method though.

What is is, Frmr? Let's hear it.

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>I tole you it was probably because that chicken was plowed, and then there is the matter of the Girl Scouts in his stomach. So that chicken may not be feeling very well. Any suggestions as to how to get the Girl Scouts safely out of that chicken's stomach? I have an idea, but I don't think you would like mine.

What is your idea, Frmr? I think Chix should just throw up and that should get rid of the Girl Scouts.

[P and M]

Girl Scouts wrote:

<quoted text>
If it involves holding that plucker (Chix) upside-down by his skinny ankles and shaking us out of his stomach, you have our permission to go ahead.
Hurry, before he pours any more Patron down on us. We're getting drunk, and that's not part of the Girl Scout Pledge.

Hmmmm, that might work.

[P and M]

fmer505-1951 wrote:

<quoted text>I was planning on hanging that scrawny chicken upside down hanging from the chandelier. I figure the motion of should send you Girl Scouts scurrying out of that chicken's belly.

Chix might enjoy that, as long as he doesn't get vertigo.

[fmer505-1951]

P and M wrote:

<quoted text>What is your idea, Frmr? I think Chix should just throw up and that should get rid of the Girl Scouts.

Oh eww, then the poor Girl Scouts would get slimed.

[fmer505-1951]

P and M wrote:

<quoted text>Chix might enjoy that, as long as he doesn't get vertigo.

Who cares if that chicken gets vertigo? I surely don't, and neither do the Girl Scouts as long as they can get the h*** out of that chicken's belly.

[fmer505-1951]

P and M wrote:

<quoted text>What is is, Frmr? Let's hear it.

Let me operate on that chicken, minus Patron!