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Post by CountQuagmire on Sept 29, 2003 12:38:04 GMT -5
Good... one of the few good things in my saddened life.... (weeps) Still, as the great Mrs Bauderlire said, keep your chin up. (eats a crumpit) Anyone for riddles?
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 29, 2003 12:49:58 GMT -5
Hook handed man: Only if it's good.
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Post by CountQuagmire on Sept 29, 2003 13:12:21 GMT -5
(spins around and screams) OUT OF MY CAFE, PLEASE!
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 30, 2003 14:28:14 GMT -5
But I wanna hear a riddle. I wanna!!!!!!!
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Post by CountQuagmire on Oct 1, 2003 13:40:31 GMT -5
(grumbles) Eh, M's gonna kill me for this, but I'm in a bit of a tight spot... (whispers- That's our hideout gone....) OK, try this- I can wither mountains, I can age anything and yet I still am young. I have been here sinice the beginning and will do so to the end.
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Oct 1, 2003 13:44:13 GMT -5
Thats IS a tough one!!!!!!! Humph! I'm pickled.
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Post by CountQuagmire on Oct 1, 2003 14:01:41 GMT -5
Talking of which, I feel like some. (walks to the store room)
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Post by pixie ears on May 27, 2004 11:39:51 GMT -5
*shocked* How did you get here? Count, shouldn't he be leaving now?
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Post by Linda Y. Hocks on May 30, 2004 11:52:38 GMT -5
carmelita: hi there cakesniffers! get me some breakfast!!
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Post by Alchemist on Jun 2, 2004 4:19:34 GMT -5
(I enter and order breakfast.)
Eww. These scones are stale and the jam is too sweet. This orange juice is not fresh squeezed. This milk is too creamy and this sugarbowl has a crack.
(Despite my comments, I eat everything edible. I then leave a note on the table and run out of the diner. The cashier picks up the note and it reads: Your menu said that if I had to ask I couldn't afford it. Which means that if I didn't ask, I could afford it. I can afford nothing at the present moment and so nothing is what I pay for breakfast. Have a nice day.)
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