Ga-Metruian

Is your entry going to be that one squid, or something else?

I'm really tired, too. You never really realize how much stuff can accumulate in your house until you sort through it to move.

~GM~

Turakii beat me.

~GM~

That happened with my Takanuva Vs. Darth Vader picture in the Artwork contest. Remember that one?

~GM~

Little-known member fact: Ga-Metruian flew a small, private plane when she was about six years old.

Of course they're good. I never said they weren't. But they're not as good as the Gubrubb.

You are a very good sport, TA.

~GM~

No it doesn't! Where're his biceps? His hair? His hands? His hammer-blade? That is a picture of a muffin, not the Muffin Man!

~GM~

I think I'm gonna get second place, actually.

 

P.S. Don't vote for me just because of who made it, but because of the MOC.

Don't worry, TA. I honestly voted for the Gubrubb because it's the best; not just because you made it.

Well, second place is nothing to sneeze at. Even though your MOC does diserve first.

~GM~

Yes he ate the muffin man. The muffin man. The muffin man.

No muffin can eat the muffin man. The muffin man. The muffin man.

Some people mistakenly believe that the muffin man is a baker. He isn't. The muffin man is a muffin-slayer. His biceps are so large, they would make any ordinary man faint. His hair is crusted with the dried frosting and sprinkles from his battles with ferocious, man-eating muffins. In his meaty hands, he carries his famous hammer-blade, which has a devistatingly huge hammer on one end, for flattening muffins into harmless pancakes, or knocking them aside when he has to many muffins upon him at once, and on the other end a blade, for cutting in half muffins who are foolhardy enough to come within reach.

~GM~

I VOTED FOR YOU, TA!! I HOPE YOU WIN!!

~GM~

Do you know, the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane?

~GM~

Huh. I won't ask.

 

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Oh, lemme guess, you're wondering if something didn't send?

 

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Exactly.

~GM~

3% full, yes. Why?

Oh, just wondering.

~GM~

Is your pm box full, TA?

~GM~

Memory is weird. One minute I have no problem with it, an the next... Uh... What were we talking about, again?

~GM~

Now that's some good medicine! Thanks, TA; I needed that!

~GM~

I hope I didn't make it sound like I think you're only good at writing comedies. Because I didn't mean it that way at all.

Yeah! A speech would be great!

~GM~

YAY!! Are you going to write a story? Please, please do! A funny one, like you're good at!

~GM~

I'm serious! I mean, unless it was completely obvious that it was a joke I would probably fall for it!

~GM~

Edit: Oh, yeah. Happy Palm Sunday! *holds out palm*

I would!

~GM~

Cool!

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Hey! This pendant is MINE! I made it /after/ hearing you discribe your mask. If your little sister keeps hiding your mask on you, it's hardly my fault!

~GM~

It's an expression of disappointment.

~GM~

Happy Birthday, TA!

Now, instead of singing you the birthday song (that's so old...), I will wear my yellow komau all day to celebrate your birthday! How's that? [^^]

~GM~

Bat bladders.

~GM~