Inane ramblings to avoid thread jacking

[Mother]

Anthracite

[NEIKOS]

Why not Hematite?

[Mother]

Why not Hematite?

I looked hard at iron as a color

but magnetite was too dark and hematite too shiny

[Mother]

Perfect

[jdubbs32584]

Perfect

i really like it. should look good with the frame. it actually matches my helmet.

[ryandalling]

I is boreded. Is there anybody out there?

[jdubbs32584]

I is boreded. Is there anybody out there?

yes. and weirdly enough, i'm listening to that Pink Floyd song right now.

[marvellous]

mmm.... boobies... (sorry, it's been a while since any boobie reference... WAY too long... you peeps are slackin')

[Visolara]

hi

[ryandalling]

hi

Hello.

[NEIKOS]

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

[Betty Rage]

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

[SaltLick]

where be Jbubble? havent heard from her in a while.

[jdubbs32584]

where be Jbubble? havent heard from her in a while.

I prefer to keep quiet nowadays.

[krolik]

mmm.... boobies... (sorry, it's been a while since any boobie reference... WAY too long... you peeps are slackin')

You must of missed this one yesterday:

Gracie?!?

He put boobies on the SV?