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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:11 am
by Chelseyrl
She got mad and decided to eat. Not that she hasn't eaten like 10 times already.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:11 am
by Cloud_ax
Chelseyrl wrote:She got mad and decided to eat. Not that she hasn't eaten like 10 times already.
at least she didnt scratch you.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:17 am
by Cloud_ax
I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:19 am
by Chelseyrl
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:20 am
by Cloud_ax
Chelseyrl wrote:
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:26 am
by Chelseyrl
Sven says, "Hey Ole, you may want to invest in some drapes for your bedroom. Last night I kinda saw you and Lena going to town."
Ole says, "The joke's on you, Sven; I wasn't even home last night!"
==
So Sven and Ole run into one another at the hardware store, and says "Hey Ole! How's it going?"
"Oh jeez, Sven. Not so good," he says.
"Well, what seems to be the problem, Ole?"
"Well, you see, Lena and I just haven't been able to get any sleep for weeks, Sven, donchaknow. See, we've got this family of raccoons living under our house and they just keep chattering away all day and all night something awful!"
"Oh, Ole. You should have come to me before," says Sven. "I know just what you've got to do. You've got to take some lutefisk and throw it right there under the house and the raccoons, they'll go away."
"Huh," says Ole. "You know, today's Sunday, and every Sunday Lena makes something special. And that something special for the last 46 years has been lutefisk. So if she makes lutefisk today and there's any left over, I might just throw some under the house and see if the raccoons go away."
So they both bid farewell and go their separate ways.
Well, the next week, they run into one another again at the hardware store, donchaknow. Sven says to Ole "Hey Ole! How's it going?"
"Oh jeez, Sven. Not so good," he says.
"Well, what seems to be the problem, Ole? Didn't you try the lutefisk trick?"
"Ya," he says.
"Well, what happened?"
"Well, we tried the lutefisk trick and the raccoons went away, but now we've got a family of Norwegians living under our house."
==
Q. What lies upside down in the Skagerrak?
A. The American who tells too many Norwegian jokes.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:29 am
by Cloud_ax
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:30 am
by Chelseyrl
I can't believe you appreciated Ole and Lena jokes!
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:33 am
by Cloud_ax
Chelseyrl wrote:I can't believe you appreciated Ole and Lena jokes!
it was funny.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:34 am
by Chelseyrl
It's so funny when I read about Minnesota on Wikipedia... they make it sound like we're all either Norwegian, Swedish, or of Asian culture.
I'm none of those.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:36 am
by Cloud_ax
Chelseyrl wrote:It's so funny when I read about Minnesota on Wikipedia... they make it sound like we're all either Norwegian, Swedish, or of Asian culture.
I'm none of those.
stereotypes, i hate them.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:39 am
by Chelseyrl
I do here some about Irish and Germans... but nothing about Italians.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:40 am
by Cloud_ax
Chelseyrl wrote:I do here some about Irish and Germans... but nothing about Italians.
its almost 3 am so i need to hit it, see you tomorrow Chelsey.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:43 am
by Chelseyrl
Night Cloud. I'm gonna go play in my sandbox.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 4:30 am
by VeiwerZane
Chelseyrl wrote:Night Cloud. I'm gonna go play in my sandbox.
eh? Morning from me.
Gah why is it i actualy read the 20 pages i missed due to time difference. I miss so many good conversations especialy the ff ones iv been looking for an excuse to brag about my skills at those games.