SO that's why Kelly hasn't responded to my little question...Yeah. You learn something new everyday.

*trumpets in Rick's ear* Salutations! I bring news of the Second Official Update in Stanton F. Fink's Lothlorien Gallery celebrating his First Year in Elfwood. *trumpets some more* *whacks self on side of head* I heard trumpets, and then phhfffft, nothin'. Your lips move, and all I get is this annoying ringing noise. Okay.... ringing hasn't stopped. *looks around for a hearing aid*

I'm not here. I'm dead. Check out the artist link, folks. Sounds like this guy knows what he's talking about. I trust a guy with a name like that.
*delivered, of course, in a voice dripping with sarcasm*

*looks up* I should hope your not dead. being dead dosnt heal very fast.Well, I don't think I'm dead... *checks* Nope, apparently it was a false alarm. Nothing to worry about. I'm still tickin'.

*points to the second above comments* Yes...I was being a b****...well what do you expect? I'm a werewolf for cryin' out loud! *gryn* Don't even try to talk to me wif that durn moon out pummeling my brain. *whimper* "A man with a watch knows what time it is. A man with two watches is never sure." -- Segal's Law I have nothing against werewolves. Or dragons, vampires, gryphons, harpys, hydras, wyrms, wyverns, basilisks, bloodhawks, cockatrices, chimerae, ghosts, goblins, gnomes, or undead girbils who beleive themselves to be the reincarnation of Alexander the Great. Some, okay, most of my best friends are closer to the monster end of the spectrum, and that's just the way I like it. Strehlow's extention on Segal's Law:
A man with three watches can make a couple bucks on the street corner selling the spares.

I thought she was a gryphon.Nothing says the two are mutually exclusive. I don't intrude on the imaginations of others, and I, in turn, don't expect them to intrude on mine.

Hey! Two potato's on the street corner! How do you tell wich one is the prostitute? The one with the sticker that says "Idaho". *points at her link* LOOOK!*roflmao* GASP *picks himself up and looks at the link* I'm GOING!!!

Eep! Man, I did NOT even realize that you're a writer too. Excellent! *goes off to read your stuff* Ah, yes. I hope you enjoy your stay.

[a strange werewolf enters silently and throws coal at Rick. In Scottish terms, this is good luck]