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Post by shoegirl on Jun 21, 2011 17:21:15 GMT -5
Shoegirl says "dinner will be ready soon, lets go back to camp and get both of you gentlemen settle in".
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 22, 2011 2:44:20 GMT -5
"Good!" exclaimed Pigsnit. 'Because I'm starved! I havent had a good fire ant since we left New Guinea, right, David?"
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 22, 2011 9:45:37 GMT -5
Message to Ghost: I will delete any post on this thread that does not show the influence of David Sedaris or the Venerable Bede. Hokay?
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 22, 2011 13:33:22 GMT -5
Shoegirl lead the way back to camp, while David trailed behind filming an exotic looking bird hunting for food.
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jun 24, 2011 18:01:25 GMT -5
"My goodness," exclaims Ser David, " I did not realize that this private island houses the rarest of the rare pootoo bird."
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 24, 2011 19:31:42 GMT -5
*OH MY GOD!* shrieks PLite. *IT LOOKS JUST LIKE SOMETHING MY MUMMY USED TO CHAR! LETS EAT IT!*
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Post by Avril on Jun 24, 2011 20:13:51 GMT -5
'Us first!' yowled Pyewacket Purrfactory, Tombei-the-Mist and Leah-the-bald. 'We're hungry, and we don't eat fire ants!'
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jun 25, 2011 21:32:44 GMT -5
"Youngsters," sighs Ser David as he puts away his binoculars, "All they think of are their stomachs."
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Post by shoegirl on Jul 2, 2011 2:09:00 GMT -5
Back at the camp, Freddie had each dish arranged nicely on some banana leaves, and had a canister of watermelon juice ready for dinner.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 2, 2011 2:59:19 GMT -5
*Oooooh!* exclaimed PLite, picking at his dainty pearl-like teeths. *The fire ants appear most pungent. The rare pootoo bird should make an admirable 2nd course.*
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Post by shoegirl on Jul 2, 2011 12:20:38 GMT -5
Pigsnie chugged down a full glass of watermelon juice and then asked Freddie "what is the plan for tommorow?".
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jul 2, 2011 14:09:55 GMT -5
"Maybe we can go to Disneyworld wid Tyler & Shoey," Frito says as she frugally saves the watermelon seeds (for chickenfeed) that Pigsnie spits out from the juice.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 5, 2011 3:08:29 GMT -5
*So what do you do for shelter on this island?* asks Attenborough as he brushes a king cobra off his supernaturally clean khaki pants.
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Post by shoegirl on Jul 8, 2011 14:26:54 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" asked Freddie "we are in the shelter right now".
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jul 16, 2011 19:44:35 GMT -5
PLite takes Freddie's temperature by sticking Chairman Meow's pet thermometer into her . . . "I think you have a slight fever, Frito. We have quite a ways to go before we reach shelter."
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