Villainous Company

Damn, they're coming! And I thought behind this goalpost was the perfect hiding place!

damn.should.not.have.eaten.white castle.before.big.game.....

UUUUUGGHGH
Here come's the Poop! Gonna be a rocketship!

*direct quote from my 3 yr old to my mortified brother*

[*thought baloon: "If this don't lure Jacko out, nothin' will..."*]

$#@% "BALLOON" [note to self: don't read e-grams from afsis before commenting...]

The democrats prepare for the '06 elections . . .

(thinking)
"I'm so ashamed, well, at least I'm not a Raider"

Just one more reason you shouldn't hide your cell phone at the base of the goal post pads.

I'm Rick James...bitch!

(Apologies for those who don't watch the Chappelle show on Comedy Central).

Not the original Purple Raider

"To raise awareness of early detection of prostate cancer, the Minnesota Vikings are leading the drive for a "Check my prostate any time!" demonstrations at every score.”

Oh, that's wicked :)

"Heh...you KNOW they can't EVEN trade my sorry football-playing tuckus if they can't see it..."

easy to find contact lenses my ASS!

All helk has broken loose over at the Castle! Swimming in the moat with the paramecium and amoebas, the Scruples are getting drunk and John is pole dancing! Bill is getting a nair shampoo.

Lobbying for a trade to San Francisco, Randy shows how wide a receiver he really is.

Damn it, I keep forgetting which side of the goal post Moss moons on?

Damn sushi bar-ffff!

Did anyone see Cricket run through here? She left her top over at Argghhh! and ran away with the tequila, dammit!

Bill almost flew away when he picked up her boulder-holders and someone opened the window...

What are you people doing to our innocent little girl?

I'm shocked...

Confused by a acute case of the flu virus, Mr Moss didn't know which end to turn to the crowd.

Note: Mr Moss is an OAKLAND Raider, and is not associated in any way shape or form with Alliance, Ohio, Mount Union College, or the Purple Raider Dynasty or Family.

Randy demonstrates what Red told him last time he asked for a raise.

(Thought Balloon) Dang! Dropped the lighter! And that was a good one, too!

JTG - oh, that *is* a good one!

*in my best Austin Powers voice*

"Aw yeah, ba-by! Feeling a bit...RANDY?"

Caption:

"Assume the position. Now, turn your head and cough."

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Bill is now parachuting with the Lacy Underalls?

*puts feet up on parapet, uncorks Le Mon du Aid*
Thar he goes...all the way dddddddooooooowwwwwwwnnnnnnn. I think he needs 'lift.' Prolly forgot to catch one of the thermal updrafts that wafts through the Castle from the moat. Hehe...he's in the drink. Might be the first bath he's had all week.

It's okay Cass, I snagged John's shirt after he tossed it...It fits on the largish side, which is good, as it covers well.

Night all.

[*p-too*] %@#$! Cricket filled the moat with Pink Polos again. Doggone frou-frou drinks. *AND SHE TOOK ALL THE LITTLE UMBRELLAS!*

Heh. More threaded threads. I hope the visitors don't get *too* confused...

If they'd drop by for the parties more often, they'd be less confused.

Ummmmmm--maybe not. Fuzzybear Lioness seemed a bit bewildered until she shed all pretense at logic.

[*sniff*] Oooo--home-fries! Cricket finally found the potatoes at the bottom of the bra.

[*stunned looks of disbelief from the next three commenters*]

{*make that four*]

Hey, it's Bill's bra. Nothing like a cross dresser when you mix ouzo, tequila and a little 'shine.

He was wearing it when John told people to strip, and loved the feeling of freedom so much he took off. He later used it for a shopping bag.

It should fit him better now, I think. And now you all know why I don't imbibe. I am having too much dang fun watching the party animals.

>>hzzz. nice holodeck wet lady with insect name, hello. big-tribble-with-legs tell name muffy bring lady boulder-holder what she put on bigfoot while bigfoot snooze. cute li'l scrup'ls think very much amusement, but question, plizz--why eyes get real big and tie blue ribbon under bigfoot kilt?

Oooh. Cassie, I apologize for Bill and his scruples. We'll be taking them back now.

>>hzzz. take back scrup'l? not go now. nice holodeck wet lady with name insect not back with hubby yet. lady say he engineer, can tell name scout all 'bout train-thing.

*sputter sputter sputter*

He is a combat engineer.

And I did not tie *shaking finger vigorously*
ribbons to that kilt.

oooo. he drive army trains with guns? brave.

name scout did not say nice holodeck wet lady with name of insect tie ribbon to kilt. tied to what was *under* kilt.

see? comment still up there. pretty white fur lady now be blonde with dynamite hooters mus' be busy what with majority scotus confirming status as walking rectal chapeaux.

Uh huh. And since the tribble with big legs is a dwarf, *what* was under the kilt? I think you mistook AFSis for me while under the influence of tequila and Dr. Pepper.

The Vikings get squatters rights to Lambeau Field.

That's Lambert Field, Mr. Dill.

http://photos1.blogger.com/img/127/3142/640/100_00401.jpg
Lambeau Field Atrium same day.

http://photos1.blogger.com/img/127/3142/640/100_0075.jpg
Some shirtless packer fans, same day, In the general direction Moss's ass was pointed. Maybe they were to object of his affection?

http://photos1.blogger.com/img/127/3142/640/100_0076.jpg
the only pic where you can make out Moss way to the left, You'd probably have to down load the picture and use something to zoom in.

"I am not worthy. I am not worthy."