tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post112358017741074760..comments2023-10-22T05:21:25.725-03:00Comments on It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...: Destructive MayhemKelly Boycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123693440765852762005-08-10T14:04:00.000-03:002005-08-10T14:04:00.000-03:00So, both you & Kelly have a 'thing' for pitchforks...So, both you & Kelly have a 'thing' for pitchforks, huh? Not surprising, considering she likes sleeping on your couch. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123676786185015622005-08-10T09:26:00.000-03:002005-08-10T09:26:00.000-03:00I have one tattooed on my ankle. What does that sa...I have one tattooed on my ankle. What does that say about meMaxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123672223757365162005-08-10T08:10:00.000-03:002005-08-10T08:10:00.000-03:00Yes, Kelly DOES love her pitchforks!Yes, Kelly DOES love her pitchforks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123639556976297152005-08-09T23:05:00.000-03:002005-08-09T23:05:00.000-03:00Yikes! Don't suppose it was with a pitchfork was i...Yikes! Don't suppose it was with a pitchfork was it? Because I highly recommend that.Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123625989916119842005-08-09T19:19:00.000-03:002005-08-09T19:19:00.000-03:00LOL!! My story was getting dull last night so I k...LOL!! My story was getting dull last night so I killed off a secondary character. Poor man. Stabbed to death.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123617099069106862005-08-09T16:51:00.000-03:002005-08-09T16:51:00.000-03:00we don't need no steekeng map!There'll be a signwe don't need no steekeng map!<BR/><BR/>There'll be a signMaxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123616877156332412005-08-09T16:47:00.000-03:002005-08-09T16:47:00.000-03:00With a map.With a map.Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123614481890061382005-08-09T16:08:00.000-03:002005-08-09T16:08:00.000-03:00There must be... isn't there? How do all the lesbo...There must be... isn't there? How do all the lesbos find their way home without it?Maxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123613514489674102005-08-09T15:51:00.000-03:002005-08-09T15:51:00.000-03:00There's a brochure?There's a brochure?Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123612529653616232005-08-09T15:35:00.000-03:002005-08-09T15:35:00.000-03:00It has been brought to my attention that the afore...It has been brought to my attention that the aforementioned couch comment could be miscontrued and infer that Smelly and I are alot closer than what may appear on the surface... if you know what I mean and I think you do. <BR/><BR/>I'd just like to clarify that first of all she ain't my type, and neither could she afford me... if I swung that way... which I don't... not that there's anything wrong with that.<BR/><BR/>Neither KLB or I dwell on the Isle of Lesbos, however if the man situation doesn't improve soonly I may have a look at the brochure.Maxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123605039550602102005-08-09T13:30:00.000-03:002005-08-09T13:30:00.000-03:00You seem to like my couch when you come to visit. ...You seem to like my couch when you come to visit. <BR/><BR/>AHEM HEM HEM!Maxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123598812659483732005-08-09T11:46:00.000-03:002005-08-09T11:46:00.000-03:00If you see me jumping on a couch (unless I'm leapi...If you see me jumping on a couch (unless I'm leaping over it whilst running from the cops) you may want to mark it on your calendar, as it will be the first sign of the Apocolypse.Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123596668496018992005-08-09T11:11:00.000-03:002005-08-09T11:11:00.000-03:00*rolls up sleeves*Send 'em over here sistah. We'll...*rolls up sleeves*<BR/>Send 'em over here sistah. We'll take care of 'em for yaMaxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123596581383210982005-08-09T11:09:00.000-03:002005-08-09T11:09:00.000-03:00Wow. I have a problem putting my characters throu...Wow. I have a problem putting my characters through ANY angst. I feel too sorry for them. ;-)Melissa Amateishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086267508858187716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123595707543916912005-08-09T10:55:00.000-03:002005-08-09T10:55:00.000-03:00We're definitely riding the same wave kemosabe.And...We're definitely riding the same wave kemosabe.<BR/><BR/>And then there was the time we got accused of plaigerism by the english teacher. Way to boost morale buddy. 'This is too good so there's no way you could have written it'. Yeah bite me.Maxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123593151735241052005-08-09T10:12:00.000-03:002005-08-09T10:12:00.000-03:00Yes, I vividly recall the phone call to Mom indica...Yes, I vividly recall the phone call to Mom indicating her daughter was obviously on drugs because normal people didn't think that way...no wonder we were best friends, everyone else was probably scared to sign up for the job.Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123591399776466902005-08-09T09:43:00.000-03:002005-08-09T09:43:00.000-03:00I still recall with vivid clarity, grade 7, passin...I still recall with vivid clarity, grade 7, passing in one of my very first short stories where my dude feels alone and abandoned... rejected by an alcoholic father... in the depths of despair and seeing no other way out he kills himself by slashing his wrist with a razor blade... and I so recall the phone call to my parents from the teacher and the trip to the guidance counselor's office... ahhh yes... good times good times.Maxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17366112039286984135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123590115312443552005-08-09T09:21:00.000-03:002005-08-09T09:21:00.000-03:00Silly boy, do you REALLY think that will help?Silly boy, do you REALLY think that will help?Kelly Boycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15459592836145655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700936.post-1123584417626669272005-08-09T07:46:00.000-03:002005-08-09T07:46:00.000-03:00*snicker* But you do terror & mayhen so well!Oh, w...*snicker* But you do terror & mayhen so well!<BR/><BR/>Oh, wait, we're referring to your writing, aren't we? ;)<BR/><BR/>You cannot be blamed for the characters coming to your mental door. By now, I'm sure the word has gotten out in the "Characters in Progress" world to stay away from you...if the characters keep coming, I say they want to be hurt, maimed, mentally tortured or thrown down a well...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com