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Noslonna | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 03:35 pm  Hey, Hey We're The Gamers Here we come, Walkin' with our pride. We get the funniest looks from Ev'ry one outside. Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we must play around. But we're too busy chatting To put anybody down. We talk wherever we want to, Discuss what we like to do We don't have time to get restless, There's always something new. Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we should get around. But we're too busy posting To put anybody down. We're just tryin' to be friendly, Come and watch us zing and play, We're the Big Brother generation, And we've got something to say. Any time, Or anywhere, We look over our shoulders Guessing who'll be watching there Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we just tub around. But we're too busy scrubbing To put anybody down. ~ by Elitist ~ Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 09:30 am |
Noslonna | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 03:44 pm  Letter From Camp GameII Hello Misha, hello Lance too, Here I am at Camp called Game II. Camp is very entertaining And they say we'll have some fun if we stop complaining. I went chatting with GuruChaz man He developed a crush on Az and You remember OI winner He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner. All the hostess hate the baiters And the red room has alligators And the Spamgirl wants no sissies So she reads to us or else she throws her hissies. Now I don't want this should scare you But this Juju she has guns too You remember a guy named Merlin? He was tubbing while Ocean kept on hurlin. Take me home, oh Dilli Winkie, Take me home, I hate the Twinkie Don't leave me out in the hot tub Where I might expose my little nub. Dearest Enb, darling Enbwife, Do I still have an outside life? Let me come home if ya miss me I will even let Moon Dance hug and kiss me. Wait a minute, its not so vexing, Guys are posting, MissL is sexing, Playing puzzles, gee that's better, TV Clubbers kindly disregard this letter. ~by Elitist~ Saturday, January 27, 2001 - 08:21 pm |
Noslonna | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 03:54 pm  Prayers From the Chapel ~by Elitist~ Holy Lady of Digits, hear my pleas Forgive me of my sin of impatience, of pushiness, of strategy, of speaking of things personal. Holy Nos, at the right hand of the Lady Forgive me for screwing up, for letting you down, and for not eating my oranges. Holy Gator, The Hand of God Forgive me for my long Red Room sessions, my multiple sessions, and the rambling. Bless me sweet Trinity. Amen ***** Our Hostess which art in Heaven Hollowed be Thy name. Thy Game has come. Thy will be done, In here if not in Heaven. Give us this day our daily puzzle And forgive us our Red Rooms As we forgive those who Write Red Rooms against us And lead us not into open chat rooms And deliver us from the discussion threads For Thine is the Hot Tub And the Shower and the Stories For ever and ever (till next Monday). Amen |
Digilady | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 04:18 pm  There is, and always will be, only ONE Elitist. (There are, however, two pair of Speedos. And I kept one. NEEENER!) Well done to round those up, Nossie!! |
Soeur | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 04:22 pm  We did a singalong here and had such a great laugh! There is so much talent and wacky goodhumour at TVCH... |
Noslonna | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 04:28 pm  Chapel Services Elitist Please attend Sunday Services Opening remarks: Yesterday - Guruchaz Duet: I've Got You Babe - Ocean and Spam Solo: Mama Told Me Not To Come - Joni Prayer: Oops I Did It Again - MissLibra Solo: I Am The Walrus - Merlin Sermon: Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow - Elitist Invitation: Happiness Is A Warm Gun - Juju Closing Song: I've Got A Brand New Pair of Roller Skates - Newamush Closing Prayer: Is That All There Is? - Azriel Azriel Amen, Brother Elite! Guruchaz I heard thee, Brother E. (or is that Father E now?) Elitist I am working on Pope E. You know - the sailor. Guruchaz uh huh huh You roh! Elitist Eulogy Hard steel covering soft flesh, Forged in heat harsher than flames. Reaching for the stars Arrogantly ignoring The bands of force So jealously restraining. The fire of your ascent as bright As the burn of your reentry. And entrance and egress Meld into one. Azriel Monday, February 12, 2001 - 08:01 pm ~walks in quietly~ Amen. ~turns out the lights~ |
Ocean_Islands | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 07:11 pm  Where the Sam Hell has all this stuff been hiding, anyway? Been keepin' it to yourselves, huh. Booo. |
Twiggyish | Wednesday, February 14, 2001 - 05:24 am  Wow Nos, great! |
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