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PostPosted: Thu Oct 31, 2002 9:05 am
  

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And on Halloween, employers all throughout the Eastern half of the United States report that many of their employees have called in sick with a strange ailment..
the "I can't believe I stayed up until 1 am to listen to Arlo live from Nevada" virus. Symptoms: red, scratchy eyes,
walking into walls
humming songs from the 60's

Seek treatment at: St. James Infirmary


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 31, 2002 10:28 am
  

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You got the symptoms right, but it has spread way past the East Coast. I don't think there's a Texas branch of the SJ Infirmary. "Hi, boss, this is Shelley. I caught the East Coast Blunderite Virus early this morning, and the only place that can treat it is in New Orleans. See you next week..." yeah. <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/smile.gif" width=15 height=15>


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PostPosted: Sat Nov 02, 2002 2:00 am
  

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Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that it's heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

Tis better to have suffered loss of sleep and heard Arlo, then to have slept and known him not.

(I think I have a mountain fevor)


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PostPosted: Tue Nov 05, 2002 2:24 am
  

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Aw c'mon Larry, you said you moved this from the Story Board because... it's blundering and it's not a novel? With all due respect, the Story Board is full of "blundering",plus the thread wasn't given a fair chance to build and wander unpredictably into novelistic galaxies. Whuddaya say? Can we get it moved back over to Story Board?
<FONT size="1">o.k., Nathen, I said it..... now where's my $2 ???</FONT s>


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PostPosted: Tue Nov 05, 2002 3:40 am
  

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Suddenly Larry awoke from his drunken stupor and wiped the vomit from his chin, looking about the room, he noticed his computer, and there on the screen, glowing into the dark dank stink filled room was Arlonet's Story Board, Larry read a few lines, thought to himself, Why that is just as good as anything I have ever heard, it deserves to be someplace where it can be read.
That big meaty paw of his, became like a dancer tip-toeing across the keyboard with a few quick stokes of his magic wand, Larry had transported the entire topic, He paused to look at what he had done, then with that same paw he reached back to adjust his underwear that had found a very dark and secret spot upon which to cling.

Okay Levi where is my $5

this I had to edit??

<center><FONT COLOR="#000080">--- Edited 1 times, lastly by Nathen on Nov 05, 2002 ---</FONT></center>


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PostPosted: Tue Nov 05, 2002 1:13 pm
  

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Pat, noticed the next day, Her topic had been moved, she also noted that she was losing it, instead of posting on the topic, she had been sewing her reply into yet another quilt. This was both good and bad, bad that her posts remained unread, good that she could now sew the "F" word in under 5 minutes, start to finish.
Pat, had known when she had started her novel that there would be some who would question her motives. What she had not figured on was some hockey nut tearing her book apart before it was even written.
Pat was having a difficult time expressing her anger, she knew that Larry was more ape then man, but still her ode to the virus, deserved better then this.


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PostPosted: Wed Nov 06, 2002 9:46 am
  

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Actually, the East Coast Bunderite Virus had morphed itself into a raging sinus infection which made Pat's head feel 3 times its normal size, and all these posts are giving her a gigantic headache--she's going to crawl under one of her many quilts, only to emerge as a.......


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PostPosted: Wed Nov 06, 2002 10:32 am
  

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....really pretty little red-orange and black caterpillar, that will....


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 07, 2002 1:27 pm
  

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...give Larry fits, as he now must decide whether or not this actually belongs on the Story Board. But the caterpillar...


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 07, 2002 4:47 pm
  

... the hookah-smoking caterpillar ...


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PostPosted: Fri Nov 08, 2002 1:18 am
  

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.... sat quilting her chrysalis on the top of a mushroom while puffing on the hookah when Alice came walking up. "Who are you?", asked the caterpillar. There was a long period of silence as the two stared at each other. At last the caterpillar took the hookah out of her mouth and addressed Alice in a languid, sleepy voice, "I know who you are, you're Alice in Blunderland" said the caterpillar. "Why, yes I am" replied Alice. "Can I ask you a question" asked the caterpillar. "Why, of course, used to be, everybody would say 'go ask Alice, but now they're saying 'Just Ask Cheryl', guess I'm nothing more than just an old has-been, so what's the question?" "Can you help me get back home?" asked the caterpillar. "Well, you don't look like you're from around this forum. How did you get here, like what happened? Can you tell me?" asked Alice. "Oh, it was horrible, just horrible!" said the caterpillar. "I remember hearing Arlo on the radio, then I remember catching a virus with symptoms of red scratchy eyes, walking into walls and humming songs from the 60's. Then I remember others coming in sharing their stories of similar symptoms and we were having a fantastic time telling wonderful stories of the East Coast Blunderite Virus and all kinds of other grrooovy things when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this mean ol' hairy, minor wizard man in a drunken stupor came roaring up in a moving truck, jumped out, grabbed up me and my story and threw us in the back of the truck and drove wrecklessly up to this Blunder Board, farting, mumbling, bashing mailboxes with his hockey stick, running red lights and grinding the gears all the way up here! When we got here, he tossed me and my story out on the ground and yelled something like, "IT'S NOT A NAVEL, I MEAN A NOVEL!" And then he mumbled something about me never to be seen blundering around in the vicinity of Story Board ever again! And so ever since, I've been held prisoner in the wrong forum against my will. I miss my friends dearly, Batty and her Blunder Witch Project just below where I used to be and now I understand there's newspaper reading bears right above where I used to be and I've always wanted to meet a newspaper reading bear. But you see, my time is at hand, I must get back to Story Board quickly because my quilted chrysalis and I will soon be becoming as one. Story Board is where I must be in order for me to morph into a beautiful butterfly! It's a story that can only continue there and only there. It's my home! I have a destiny and I'm being cheated out of it. I just have to get back to Story Board!" The caterpillar broke down into tears weeping uncontrollably. Alice, remember Alice? taking pity on the caterpillar, reached for her cell phone with one hand while sneaking some puffs from the hookah with her other saying, "Whoa! this is some good stuff!"........


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PostPosted: Sat Nov 09, 2002 1:58 pm
  

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Meanwhile, the weeping caterpillar, unable to get back home, was befriended by some friendly cinnamon-honeybees, who told her about a nearby railroad track she could crawl under for shelter from the coming winter. She settled in, then peered out and saw, across the street, a magical-looking blue box! She wondered, "Is Dr. Who coming to the Fall Revival?"


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 11, 2002 12:49 pm
  

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The caterpillar sat in dismay as she began to ponder what the outcome of her fate will be. Off in the distant air, she heard a sound. Looking upwards toward the Northern sky she saw a large flock of Canada Geese flying in V formation heading South for the winter. "Oh, if only I had wings like the geese, I could fly back home to Story Board" said the caterpillar, as she drew a heavy sigh, for the geese were a sign to all that winter is around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad track where she was. The caterpillar drew a heavy sigh as she listened to the sound of the geese grow faint, slipping into a haunting silence. She then remembered the magical-looking blue box across the street. "Oh magic blue box, over by the rocks, is there inside you, a tangerine fox, with marmalade socks, that walks and talks and mocks the jocks that have chicken pox, that will take me back to Story Board?" she asked. The cinnamon honeybees giggled at her question. Just then, there came a bright neon glow from the magical blue box as the lid began to shake with a mighty rumble. "Oh my, what is happening?" said the caterpillar as she started to tremble. The cinnamon honeybees darted for cover as the lid of the magical blue box began to slowly lift up. The neon glow and the rumbling sound growing even more intense as.........


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 14, 2002 5:19 pm
  

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Alice--remember Alice?--went into the Church to cook a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, thanks to all the groceries in the Magical Blue Box. On Thanksgiving...


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