Now this is what I was talking about.  All I have to do is find some RPeeps I can con charm into taking me in.

No more snow!  No more cold!  No more goofy cousins!  No more mflblfx'n reindeer! 

 oldslabsides wrote: 
i know..what an ass hat....

 triskele wrote: 
Right out in public in front of FSM and everyone!

 oldslabsides wrote: 
serves him right, after what he did to that pig during our vacation last july!!

 gnomad wrote: 
bwahahaha

 hobiejoe wrote: 
Excellent site.  It went down really well with the kids especially the little video clips.  The squeaky 3 year old is shouting:

I CAN DEE FAHDER KRISTMUS, I CAN DEE FAHDER KRISTMUS, I CAN DEE FAHDER KRISTMUS, etc etc

His geography geek mother is explaining- now that's China, and that's central Asia, ooh look he's gone to the International Space Station, yes Russia is a very big country so lots of stops there..

 hobiejoe wrote: 
that's a great site.


beach gnome update:      he's getting totally whacked at the Kon Tiki

Mflblfx'n Reindeer .  .  .

Yay!  We're off the ground!   Wow, this thing really flies.

 gnomad wrote: 
 
You won't get away from us this time, bauble-butt. We've got The Man on your case

 miamizsun wrote: 
Now that's what I'm looking for.  But that's not me.  I've made it as far as the sack, but we're still parked outside the workshop while the old guy fumes about "schedules."  Seems that there's a problem with the lead reindeer's headlight and the electrician elf is looking for a new fuse.  He says we'll be on the way soon. 

 gnomad wrote: 
 

 miamizsun wrote: 
Dearest Phrends,

The Doctor's wives are moaning that their sweet lil' gnome babboo hasn't come by in ages...  They're awaiting his visit and hiding bottles of gin for his upcoming nocturne.

Sincerely,

Doctor Seagull

 gnomad wrote: 
the following day....



I just grabbed this shot - incognito - with my mobile.

Could it be?

 Pyro wrote: 
All that money on rehab and he's still a sniveling beyotch.  Sigh.

 gnomad wrote: 
Can't wait to hear about your next drunken, er adventure.

Cold.  Cold, I say.  I haven't been this blfx'n cold in my entire life.  Thanks to those well meaning RPeeps I was last with who thought it might improve my disposition and be in my general best interests if I spent some time with family.  Yeah, they're family, all right, cousins I've tried to avoid since that episode when my "strange uncle" and his idiot wife tried to sell me to a landscape contractor. 

Yeah it's cold here - and sorta dark, too.  Every day, just when I think the sun is about to come up, it sets again.  My cousins work for this strange old guy who dresses funny and runs some sort of toy business.  Wholesale I guess, 'cause I never see any customers.  He has this big, red sack that the cousins are supposed to have filled by tomorrow night, and he has them working night and day . . . well, all night, anyway, since there don't seem to be any days here.  They've been trying to get me to help.  Heh!  Don't know me very well, do they?

Anyway, I have a plan.  Seems the old guy is taking the sack on some sort of business trip tomorrow night (don't need that, don't have anything but night here) and I'm going to stow away in that sack and find me a place where the sun shines.  And those Peeps who sent me here can take their "best interests" and put them where the sun doesn't shine.  I'll keep you posted and try to post some pictures when I get out of here.

 onlylynne wrote: 


I think that one's William Gibson's.

 mindless wrote: 
  Meatspace may have been coined by Winter.
I suppose the correct term is IRL.