SeanDay is tomorrow, right?

If it is, he has the same birthday as Psycho Ex-Boyfriend. Hm.
 

No, it Thursday. Shame on you!

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"I see you in the front row, bouncing up and down, you're ripped and ready for a night downtown." ~ Margarita
What's wrong with a little flirtation?

Monster Tee

Yes, tis Thursday... but what's more important is FRIDAY!!

TGIBD!!!!

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~Squeezy~
Bobby loves me, this I know, because my Seannie tells me so...
"Alan's true calling [is] to be a whacko percussionist... to hit things with mallets." ~ Sean McCann

Fran:

No, it Thursday. Shame on you!

 

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

*self-flagellates with fish carcass*
 

Chiara... *shakes head sadly* You are not a very good Seanivore.

And since you committed this indecency in the BobThread... I must hear 5 "Bob's Prayer"s RIGHT NOW!! THEN YOU MUST RETURN TO THE SEANTHREAD FOR FURTHER FLAGELLATION BY YOUR PEERS!  THEN YE SHALT BE TEMPORARILY BANISHED TO THE OUTLANDS, WHERE YE SHALT HAVE LITTLE FOOD, LESS WATER, BUT AS MANY SEANPICS AS YOUR HEART DESIRES BECAUSE HEY, WE MIGHT BE OMNIPOTENT, BUT WE'RE NOT THAT CRUEL.

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~Squeezy~
Bobby loves me, this I know, because my Seannie tells me so...
"Alan's true calling [is] to be a whacko percussionist... to hit things with mallets." ~ Sean McCann

..and tea. Don't forget the tea. I'm pretty sure Tosh will bring a mini barrel of hot tea to all ex-communicated persons (attached at the collar a la St. Bernard), but only if you are drowning.

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squeezeboxsarah:

Yes, tis Thursday... but what's more important is FRIDAY!!

TGIBD!!!!

 

Tomorrow is important aswell. Tis me olde birthday... *lol*

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"I can wiggle my bum and I can slide on my tummy..." - Bob, Horatio the Penguin

*genuflects before a cross made of a tipper over a bow*

"Our Hallett
Who art in Newfoundland
Hallowed be thy squeezebox.
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On stage as it is in the studio.
Give us this day
Our daily (monthly? YEARLY fer Chrissakes???) Bob's Soundtrack.
And forgive us our inappropriate comments
As we forgive the inebriates wedged against us at concerts.
And lead us not into temptation
(unless, like, you wanna)
but deliver us from idiots,
For thine is the fiddle, the whistle
And the occasional vocal solo.
Forever and ever.
Mon Dieu."

x5
 
*prostrates self*

*reports to Seanivore HQ . . . frak, it smells like fish pies, bourbon and medicinal marijuana in here . . . all good things, mind you*

TinaMack:

..and tea. Don't forget the tea. I'm pretty sure Tosh will bring a mini barrel of hot tea to all ex-communicated persons (attached at the collar a la St. Bernard), but only if you are drowning.

I'll gladly be sentenced to a protracted, painful solitude if I get visitations from tea-bearing Tosh (like Boethius from Lady Philosophy, only with more shanties).
 

 

@Chiascura: I bow down before your comical talent! Your "Our Bob" had me in stitches on the floor! *lol* I'm so saving that on my hard drive!!!!!

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"I can wiggle my bum and I can slide on my tummy..." - Bob, Horatio the Penguin

Shouldn't that be "...deliver us from lousy music"?

(no, I don't have Bob's Prayer printed in navy Blackadder font and stuck in the transparent window of one of my school binders so that I can look at it every day in class and laaaaaaauuuugggghhhhhh!!!!)

(really, I don't)

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~Squeezy~
Bobby loves me, this I know, because my Seannie tells me so...
"Alan's true calling [is] to be a whacko percussionist... to hit things with mallets." ~ Sean McCann

**imagine an Arnold Horshack voice here*** Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh! Can I be banished too? What do I have to do to be banished to the Outlands? Flagellation...Seanpics...Chiara...This sounds like fun.

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"I see you in the front row, bouncing up and down, you're ripped and ready for a night downtown." ~ Margarita
What's wrong with a little flirtation?

Monster Tee

Really, Fran, you don't have to be in the Outlands to enjoy all that... it happens regularly in the gutter.  I thought you were a regular there. *gasp* You're not wandering to the wholesome side, are you?

Maybe you should be sent to the Outlands, so you can think about what you've done.  Contrary to popular belief it does NOT get cold in the gutter...

Wholesome.  Bah.

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~Squeezy~
Bobby loves me, this I know, because my Seannie tells me so...
"Alan's true calling [is] to be a whacko percussionist... to hit things with mallets." ~ Sean McCann

You need not worry about me, I'm firmly entrenched in the gutter. It's my alter ego that insists on being wholesome and constantly trying to drag me up to the daylight and occasionally censoring my Tweets. Gotta hand it to her, she uses it to her advantage occasionally, but I'm quite happy with you girls down here.

I'm surprised at you, however, letting the discussion get so far off  Bobpic! The price Bobites pay for trying to maintain order. (When will you learn?)

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"I see you in the front row, bouncing up and down, you're ripped and ready for a night downtown." ~ Margarita
What's wrong with a little flirtation?

Monster Tee

How's that? Hammerstein Ballroom NYC last year I think.

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