Let The Countdown Begin!

[Breandan]

ADHD moment Juuust for Fraser... 

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

73!!

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

ADHD moment Juuust for Fraser... 

Yeah... I'd hate to have to face that thing coming in on a run.

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

Boots ordered...finally.  YAY! 

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

*chirp...chirp...chirp*

*Stomps cricket*


72!!

[Mouse]

Jiminy!!!!

[Rani Zemirah]

A little rodent told me that a certain Mouse is a whole year older, as of this day... and I'm pretty sure he will be setting things on fire in celebration! 

Oh, wait... that part might have been me.     


Happiest of Natal Days, Sir Mouse! 



You know, when I finally turned 30 (oops, did I "out" you?  sorry... ) I decided that all of those smug, obnoxious people who had been calling me a "kid" for so many years, and telling me I couldn't possibly know anything because I was so very much younger than they were (okay, so I paraphrased a bit, there)... could just BITE ME... because once a person has obtained the impressive age of 30 years old they should automatically earn their official membership card into THE CLUB, and be treated with at least a modicum of respect for having made it through the "stupid years" alive.  Well, okay... the early stupid years, at least. 

So, to all of those people who will attempt to continue to obnoxiously call you a "kid", and treat you like you should still be wearing short pants and taking your meals in the nursery (not that you are no longer ALLOWED to do these things... they are just no longer requirements, understand)... you hereby have full permission from a card carrying member of "THE CLUB" (that's >ME<) to print up your very own card, with whatever the hell you want it to say, and hand one over every freakin' time you encounter said poo-poo-ers... and tell them that the Membership Director (self-appointed, of course) said that they should BITE you in the specific anatomical area of your choice.  And that they also owe you a drink for failing to recognize a fellow member on sight...


Disclaimer:  Of course, membership in THE CLUB is strictly voluntary, and should NEVER be interpreted to mean that you must IN ANY WAY be required to behave in any manner associated with being a "grown up", at any time, or in any place, whatsoever. 

Of course... with that baby face you might just stay drunk for a few years!    Enjoy! 

[Rani Zemirah]

Oh, yes, and...


71 DAYS UNTIL FAIRE!!!

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

*Sneaks into thread*

70!!

*Sneaks out*

[Rani Zemirah]

*looks at Thunder speculatively... turns and tiptoes away* 

All yours, Fraser....   

[Breandan]

Hell no, I'm not missing this one 

[Rani Zemirah]

Tsk... I though you said you were going to leave the big ones for Fraser? 

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

"If you're really us, what number are we thinking about?"


"69, Dude!!"

*Damn Thunder Thieves...* 

[Breandan]

the big ones are his- 90, 60, 30, etc. The smartarsed ones are mine and Mouse's 

[Rani Zemirah]

I think that list might need a little... revision.  lol