Calling out Divine Discontent, Me, No Elephants, madfloridian, and Leopolds Ghost...!!!!11!!

[NYC_SKP]

:loveya:

:hi:

[No Elephants]

1. Aww, Nice to see you, NYC.

You got me. I saw the subject line and thought, "Uh-oh. What did we do?"

[Divine Discontent]

2. the feelin' is...

MUTUAL!


see how happy you made us all feel?

(DD) (NE) (ME.) (MF)


(the mysterious LG has not been photographed, but we have a feeling it's something like this!)

[No Elephants]

3. Omigosh, DD. That is so funny! You made my day--and it's not even 5 am on the East Coast.

Thank you.

[Divine Discontent]

5. welcome, NE. :) made myself laugh. that's always good, especially during

stressful holidays (we all have crap happen we have to deal with, so it's great to laugh with friends!)
:hug:

[No Elephants]

8. Yes, laughter makes your body tell your brain "We're happy!"

Smiling, too.

When I was in the hospital for a long time, I listened to comedy tapes.

Hymns, too, especially "It is well with my soul."

I believe that both did wonders.

Now that I think of it, why did I stop?

[Leopolds Ghost]

4. Hey NYC SKP!!! Consider me called out! It is ON!

Sheriff NYC: Howdy, y'all. Guess who I just "apprehended" in town.
A dozen of my mama's gingerbread men shaped just like yours truly.
Mmm-mmmm they're good!



Earlie Cuyler: Whup his ass.



Rusty: ... Uh, Look at that, boy.
Sheriff NYC: Look at what?
Rusty: Uh..., I don't know.



Earlie Cuyler: Look at this, right chere!
(knocks the cookies out of the Sheriff's hands)



Sheriff NYC: Damn... they would have to fall frosting down.
Rusty: Oh, Lord, I'm sorry, Sheriff... That was an accident.
Earlie Cuyler: Accident? Boy!



Rusty: I mean... accident time on you. You fall on my fist, your face hurt! Accident to you, boy!
Earlie Cuyler: That's what I'm talkin' about. Hell, yeah! Come on now, turn it on son. Turn it on.
Rusty: Turn it on son. Turn it on!
Earlie Cuyler: No, no, no, It's already on. Okay, you gots to tell him it's on!
Rusty: It is on... boy.
Earlie Cuyler: Follow with a simile... Come on.
Rusty: It's on like... uh



Earlie Cuyler: What's it on like? Preferably a rhyme.
Rusty: It's on like, like Michelle Kwan!
Earlie Cuyler: ...Oh, son.



Rusty: I'll do a tripe-axle lutz on your zambonied ice.
Sheriff NYC: Rusty, ... It's on like Red Dawn or Charles Bron-son. Or hell, I'd even have accepted the movie "Tron". But Michelle Kwan? Please.
Rusty: She made sacrifices to get where she is!
Earlie Cuyler: Damn it! How many times have we watched Road House this weekend? How many times, Rusty? How damn many?
Rusty: Four?

[Divine Discontent]

6. hehehe...

[madfloridian]

7. Hi there.

:hi: