by Chewy Walrus, Franta, Jonah'sWhale, LLANCE, HourGirl and doff
Chewy Walrus: OK, gents! The time has come. We can no longer just sit around and let our present collapse around us! To the past, gentlemen! 1899 - right before the 'no' post collapse. All posts from here on out should take place on the NEW 'no' post! Follow TOMB! We are needed! IN THE PAST! For the sake of Jonah, for the sake of Hourgirl, for the sake of all that is good and right, THE MEMBERS OF TOMB (weird though we may be) MUST GO FORTH!
Franta: With all due respect Chewy, perhaps we should keep both posts open in porder to prevent another time anomoly.
Now in another picture I have of Tim his clothes are disappearing!
This SURELY is the work of Hourgirl!
She is out of control.
Not that it is a bad thing.
Jonah'sWhale: *blush*
Lance: Jonah. Jonah. Jonah. Thrice would completely ruin the recipe!
------once over and twice twisted------------
HourGirl: <<Dips her finger ito the recipe....licks it off slowly swirling her tongue about...>>>>>
MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............
"I lika de juice!"
Lance: Hourgirl, please remember that all good recipes take a very ... very... looong time to simmmmer!
Lance
TOMB rookie member (but not for long)
Franta: JUMPING JEHOSAFAT!
This is worse tham I thought!
The time anamoly is turning the message boards into a "Chat Line"
HourGirl: Hourgirl pouts in the corner contemplating what havoc she has reaped by answering ONE SIMPLE POST!
"The Girl"
Ok boys...geeesshhhh..let the WOMAN do all the work....Gotta push these back up to the top all by my lonesome!
(hands on hips)
What a broken nail scared ya'll away? MEN!
(fiddles with her hourglass)
"The Girl"
doff: luckly doff who was just wandering past the JLA message board despreatly thinking how to Impress the MBL into letting him join has come up with a cunning plan.
Go to 1900 london look up my great great granddady mr H.G wells and ask if you can borrow his time machine, oh just watch out for the Martians.
Im so good sometimes I even impress myself.
Jonah'sWhale: hey doff, the MBL hangs out on the ODCUT, buddy. It's just TOMB over here. And we're getting next to nothing accomplished...I'm still fading away. Thank God it's a slow fade though.
Franta: my brain HAS faded away....
working on getting it back from this rock like being living under my house...
huh?
HourGirl: "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
(pulls "Frantababy" to her bossom and rubs his back...)
"S'ok sweety...in a bout 30 seconds it will all be over..and you won't remember a thing! I promise!"
"THE GIRL"
Continued in Chapter 4