:::Smiles:::
Uh-oh, that did it. Time to don the safety equipment."
Reggie, hearing the complaining, comes through with a cleaning crew.
Who the heck are those guys, and WHAT are they doing?
looks confused as he drinks a Dark & Stormy
Man they cleaned up my back issues of Playgolem!
The ice in Jack Hammer's D&S clinks as the vibrations intensify.
Following the growing sounds of pounding hands and feet, the Ape enters the house, dribbling a grisy ball, appropriated from the shoulders of a hill giant who was doing little with it. He passes the ball to Roy and thunders outside for their game.
Man they cleaned up my back issues of Playgolem!
Someone had to. I wasn't touching them!
The ice in Jack Hammer's D&S clinks as the vibrations intensify.
Following the growing sounds of pounding hands and feet, the Ape enters the house, dribbling a grisy ball, appropriated from the shoulders of a hill giant who was doing little with it. He passes the ball to Roy and thunders outside for their game.
Roy dribbles the ball once before his claws punture it. The ball goes off with a loud pop.
"Roy!" she said angrily, finding herself covered with goo. "What happened to not causing a fuss, huh? Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to clean this gunk out of my feathers?"
"Roy!" she said angrily, finding herself covered with goo. "What happened to not causing a fuss, huh? Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to clean this gunk out of my feathers?"
Roy Jack just stands there. Looks at his paw. Looks at Jackin Ape. Looks at his paw again. Looks at Lynora-Jill. Bewildered and confused at the carnage he unintentionally brought upon Lynora-Jill.
"I'm a walking arsenal of bad luck. I'm came outside to get some fresh air and sunshine. Look what happens."
Looks at Lynora-Jill and says, "I'm flipping the cleaning bill for this one. I just know it. Sorry, I didn't any harm." He looks saddened by his own carelessness.
LJ sighs. "Okay, Roy-Jack. I know you didn't mean it. But you are definitely paying for a replacement bikini. And a new bottle of feather cleanser."
"Hey, Jackin' Ape, can I get a little help here? Could you please find a nice big barrel of water to dump over me to get the worst of this goop off?"
"Roy!" she said angrily, finding herself covered with goo. "What happened to not causing a fuss, huh? Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to clean this gunk out of my feathers?"
On top of it, Mum!
Reggie approaches with his steam cleaner and a couple of his canine "sham-wows."
LJ sighs. "Okay, Roy-Jack. I know you didn't mean it. But you are definitely paying for a replacement bikini. And a new bottle of feather cleanser."
"Alright. I have a credit card. Now all I need is an internet and an on-line store. Think the clubhouse has one. I'll shift to my human form."
The Ape is unperturbed at the exploded head/ball...he knows where a whole clan of hill giants live. But his jaw drops and his face registers shear dumbfoundment when he sees his friend the tiger shift into a human.
The Ape is unperturbed at the exploded head/ball...he knows where a whole clan of hill giants live. But his jaw drops and his face registers shear dumbfoundment when he sees his friend the tiger shift into a human.
"Ummm, wow. I had no idea you could do that, Roy."
Walks in with mop..."Why do I have to clean now?"
Penance for everything you've stolen from us. Quit complaining or we'll feed you to Roy.
Walks in with mop..."Why do I have to clean now?"Penance for everything you've stolen from us. Quit complaining or we'll feed you to Roy.
"Maybe not the best threat right now. Roy doesn't look that scary as a human. But I'm sure he'll be back to being a scary tiger soon."
Hey guys, is any of you attending PaizoCon 2009?
No. <pout>
"Ummm, wow. I had no idea you could do that, Roy."
"Oops, forgot about the clothes."
wraps himself in a towel quickly
"I'll be right back. I need to place an order."
Hey guys, is any of you attending PaizoCon 2009?
No. I can't make it. I would love too. Last year's bankruptcy and this year's economy has crippled any vacations plans. But I am going to my twenty year class reunion this August.
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Potato-Topped Sloppy Joe Casserole
Ingredients:
• 1 pound lean ground beef
• 1 cup chopped onion
• 1 cup chopped green pepper
• 1 tablespoon Pillsbury BEST® All Purpose Flour
• 1 (15.5 oz.) can Sloppy Joe sandwich sauce
• 1 1/2 cups frozen corn, thawed and drained
• 2 cups water
• 2 cups Hungry Jack® Mashed Potatoes, Flakes
• 1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
• 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
• 1/4 cup sour cream
• 1 large egg
• 1/2 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
• Chopped parsley (optional)
Preparation Directions:
1. HEAT oven to 325°F. In large skillet, cook ground beef, onion and pepper over medium-high heat until beef is thoroughly cooked, stirring frequently. Drain. Stir in flour. Add sandwich sauce and corn. Mix well. Reduce heat. Simmer 4 to 6 minutes or until thoroughly heated and corn is crisp-tender, stirring occasionally.
2. BRING water to a boil in medium saucepan. Remove saucepan from heat. Stir in potato flakes until well blended. Add garlic salt, pepper, sour cream and egg. Mix well.
3. SPOON beef mixture into ungreased shallow 2-quart casserole. Spoon potato mixture in circle around edges of casserole. Sprinkle potatoes with cheese.
4. BAKE 25 to 30 minutes or until potatoes are set. Sprinkle potatoes with chopped fresh parsley, if desired. Let stand 5 minutes before serving to thicken sauce.
Yield: 6 servings
Prep Time: 15 min
Cook Time: 45 min
Hey guys, is any of you attending PaizoCon 2009?
Nope. :(
At least I'm heading to Origins in Colombus in June. My first Con.
Well, I'll guess I'll be repesenting the Jacks as well... I'll make you proud!!!
*goes pack lots of Mexican non-regulated beer*
One cell phone call and a UPS truck later, Roy Jack returns and hands Lynora-Jill a neatly wrapped package.
"Here you are."
She opens it and inside is a crimson red bikini.
One cell phone call and a UPS truck later, Roy Jack returns and hands Lynora-Jill a neatly wrapped package.
"Here you are."
She opens it and inside is a crimson red bikini.
"Hmmm. Not my favorite color, but I have to admit that you do have a good eye for cut. Unlike Frat Jack. I'll just go change then. Thank you, Roy."
She takes the box inside.
After what seems like an interminably long time LJ comes back outside, all cleaned up and wearing the new red bikini. She was right about the cut, it was flattering without being indecent.
"Okay, now I am going back to sunbathing and no one else is going to throw icky goop on me, okay?"
...meanwhile, outside the clubhouse, repairing the roof and cleaning out the gutters, with a bucket of stuff from the gutters resting at the top of a very unstable step-ladder....
On his way back into the clubhouse after a diverting game of squash, PJ catches a glimpse of the industrious little flunkie, stops and reads his name-patch.
I say, little chap, what are you? Imp? Pseudo-dragon? Quasit?
And who is WHG? How did you come to work here?
Raising some cash for the boss, sir... Uhh, be careful of that ladder, sir, it's none too stable! the flunkie calls out from his position up on the roof.
The warning comes too late. Panama Jack has disturbed the ladder which begins to topple, flipping the bucket of stuff cleaned out of the gutters with an awful air of inevitability in the direction of Lynora-Jill...
Why does Hungry Jack insist on using cheeses that don't have "jack" in the name.
Hmmm.
Next thing you know, he'll start using those frou-frou "soft" cheeses from France...
A skeletal kobold walks in.
"Greetings, ignoble Jacks! I am from the Roleplaying alternate reality, and I am here to offer you my most profound thanks.
"Thanks for what, you ask, lacking much intelligence? Thanks for putting up with us. And with me.
"Back in the day of no real RPing, there was little seriousness. Everything was laughed at, even here. But here, occasionally, you folk would go along with my attempts to bring RPing to the Board (attempts with went rather well, I believe). And that was how RPing came to rise, and thw alternate dimension was created: A simple thread, with simple folk (very simple)who tolerated the RPing and helped it grow. Many of you disliked it, I know, but all of you put up with it, and many helped it along. And so I say, thank you. Now, I have to go. Dramatic things are happening elsewhere."
The kobold vanishes.
JH walks thru the main room scratching his butt.
Who was that masked kobold, and why wasn't he Jackapulted out of here? Are you guys getting respectable?
Raising some cash for the boss, sir... Uhh, be careful of that ladder, sir, it's none too stable! the flunkie calls out from his position up on the roof.
The warning comes too late. Panama Jack has disturbed the ladder which begins to topple, flipping the bucket of stuff cleaned out of the gutters with an awful air of inevitability in the direction of Lynora-Jill...
Not wishing to see her new bikini ruined, along with her hair(again), Roy Jack pushes Lynora-jill out of harms way. "Lo0k out!" he snarls in fearful concern.
JH walks thru the main room scratching his butt.
Who was that masked kobold, and why wasn't he Jackapulted out of here? Are you guys getting respectable?
"All someone had to do was give the order and I would have smacked him with this club. Look what Roy Jack bought me."
He show his new studded metallic club with the words "Give them Jack" engraved in the best cursive lettering.
"I can't wait to golf again, this time with hand grenades."
Not wishing to see her new bikini ruined, along with her hair(again), Roy Jack pushes Lynora-jill out of harms way. "Lo0k out!" he snarls in fearful concern.Raising some cash for the boss, sir... Uhh, be careful of that ladder, sir, it's none too stable! the flunkie calls out from his position up on the roof.
The warning comes too late. Panama Jack has disturbed the ladder which begins to topple, flipping the bucket of stuff cleaned out of the gutters with an awful air of inevitability in the direction of Lynora-Jill...
"Oh!" She is startled by the push, but grateful when the bucket of goop doesn't land on her.
"Thank you, Roy," she says with a smile. "That was very thoughtful of you." She blows him a kiss.|
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Why does Hungry Jack insist on using cheeses that don't have "jack" in the name.
Hmmm.
Next thing you know, he'll start using those frou-frou "soft" cheeses from France...
Hungry Jack® does not discriminate against any cheese. After all, we accept Monterey Jack Cheese even though it originated in California....
Hungry Jack® does not discriminate against any cheese. After all, we accept Monterey Jack Cheese even though it originated in California....Why does Hungry Jack insist on using cheeses that don't have "jack" in the name.
Hmmm.
Next thing you know, he'll start using those frou-frou "soft" cheeses from France...
Eh. California isn't so bad if you don't go too far north (like, north of Dana Point...)
With a scuttle and an acrobatic swing, the small green fellow acrobatically gets himself down from the roof.
And to conclude answering your questions, sir, he addresses Panama Jack, I am a member of an offshoot of the dragon family, and as a sort of handyman, I guess you could call me a 'Jack of All Trades'. The Witch Hunter General is my boss, and during the Witch-Hunting season we drown and burn fake-witches, and execute the ones who don't drown or burn.
Anyway, during the current economic downturn the politicians have suddenly decided that dotty folk who put hexes on inconvenient journalists for them are suddenly a valuable resource, and making some excuse about 'falling numbers' and 'need to restock' have banned witch-hunts for now. So cash is a bit short right now, and so I'm picking up odd jobs for cash, such as the handywork here. I've just cleaned out your gutters, repointed your roof and cleaned your chimneys - one of them had the remains of a big fat bloke who seems to have had a beard and to have been dressed in red robes with white trim in by the way.
Ooh! Food in the chimney? Sounds like Santa really can get anything! *Grins and goes to eat his lunch*
"Oh!" She is startled by the push, but grateful when the bucket of goop doesn't land on her.
"Thank you, Roy," she says with a smile. "That was very thoughtful of you." She blows him a kiss.
the ivory white man-tiger blushes a deep shade of red before he morphs back into his tiger form.
"I'm off to find Jackin' Ape. See ya later babe!"
With that, he leaps away from her view
With a scuttle and an acrobatic swing, the small green fellow acrobatically gets himself down from the roof.
And to conclude answering your questions, sir, he addresses Panama Jack, I am a member of an offshoot of the dragon family, and as a sort of handyman, I guess you could call me a 'Jack of All Trades'. The Witch Hunter General is my boss, and during the Witch-Hunting season we drown and burn fake-witches, and execute the ones who don't drown or burn.
Anyway, during the current economic downturn the politicians have suddenly decided that dotty folk who put hexes on inconvenient journalists for them are suddenly a valuable resource, and making some excuse about 'falling numbers' and 'need to restock' have banned witch-hunts for now. So cash is a bit short right now, and so I'm picking up odd jobs for cash, such as the handywork here. I've just cleaned out your gutters, repointed your roof and cleaned your chimneys - one of them had the remains of a big fat bloke who seems to have had a beard and to have been dressed in red robes with white trim in by the way.
I say...things are tough all over. I'm glad we had some work to toss your way until things get better...you seem a conscientious little chap. I'll have Reggie bring you out a drink on your break. You look like a mojito man.
Just toss the corpse over there...the Ape'll get it.