I'm trying to figure out if you're pulling my leg. Frank Sinatra is the guy who sang "Fly to the Moon." Much better than those miserable bowler hats.
*just figured out you were talking about FRANK Sinatra* I thought you were talking about some band.....sorry never seen his name written before. Hey! Bowler Hats Are Here To Stay Man!!!!
I don't really dig his jams. I was going to insult fedoras, but then I realized your avvie was wearing one. I figured bowler hats would be safer, but there goes that.
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoners: Boomer2K, Nexo81, Darkclaw, ESAanimals, Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate, but events are believed to have transpired after noon)
Boomer felt guilty before long, but he wasn't about to bare his soul in a heart felt apology to "The New Girl". Nexo felt the camaraderie that had been sparked so quickly between the three close friends was already turning to a rift because Boomer was terse and ESAanimals was bossy. He din't understand why the dynamic of their little group had so rapidly changed. "Apparently, as in math, relationships evolve with the addition and subtraction of variables. Food for thought." Darkclaw felt a unsettling distrust for Dumbledore turning to a ball of ice in his stomach. ESAanimals didn't hold much for her new companions, but they were her quickest and safest bet to get to her gear and leave the Institution. Plus according to the calculations she had made based on the skills displayed in the others, what she had seen of the facilities, and the varied areas of specialized skills held by the members of there impromptu squad she was beginning to suspect this squad was working together a bit too well to be an coincidental. They continued to make their journey to the Secure Basement and the locker there. As they traveled Nexo decided to risk another social faux pas to break the monotonous, broody silence. "If we are going to be assembled as a informal group for a while yet, maybe we should work out a name." "Well, my theory is that we all probs know each other somehow. Don't ask me how or why, but my theories always have a 87.3 percent chance of being 94.7 percent correct, and I can tell you that there is more between us than being placed in the same facility." "So you can't explain why you think we all are buddy-buddy, but you are gambling on some deep and corny past for us all to go on a magical adventure and discover ourselves as a team?" Boomer's voice dripped with sarcasm, eyebrow quirked skyward.
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoners: Boomer2K, Nexo81, Darkclaw, ESAanimals, Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate, but events are believed to have transpired after noon)
*snip*
I think its hilarious that I'm Boomer's sister in Nexo's story but at odds with him here. XD Also I identify with my character since I can be a bit bossy.
Really your BOSSY? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
I think its hilarious that I'm Boomer's sister in Nexo's story but at odds with him here. XD Also I identify with my character since I can be a bit bossy.
Really your BOSSY? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
XD You didn't have to bold it. XD I'm not THAT bossy…..I don't think…
Yeah it must be. Is it like 1950s? Send out the spies They will find the the truth! Ohhhh, that all good then
I don't know, I wasn't around in the 1950s. I'll go hire some. No, not good, we are succumbing to the scientific law of off-topicness.
Oh you weren't, weren't you, young'n? [distinguished looking emoji] You may want to check the LEGO Ninjago Forums. Hey kiddies Dr.MerryMayhem here! (Doctor of.......Yeah your on your own here.
*just figured out you were talking about FRANK Sinatra* I thought you were talking about some band.....sorry never seen his name written before. Hey! Bowler Hats Are Here To Stay Man!!!!
I don't really dig his jams. I was going to insult fedoras, but then I realized your avvie was wearing one. I figured bowler hats would be safer, but there goes that.
Yes, but you have to respect his skill and voice. RESPECT. THE. HAT. That's right, but beanies are kinda weird though.
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoners: Boomer2K, Nexo81, Darkclaw, ESAanimals, Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate, but events are believed to have transpired after noon)
Boomer felt guilty before long, but he wasn't about to bare his soul in a heart felt apology to "The New Girl". Nexo felt the camaraderie that had been sparked so quickly between the three close friends was already turning to a rift because Boomer was terse and ESAanimals was bossy. He din't understand why the dynamic of their little group had so rapidly changed. "Apparently, as in math, relationships evolve with the addition and subtraction of variables. Food for thought." Darkclaw felt a unsettling distrust for Dumbledore turning to a ball of ice in his stomach. ESAanimals didn't hold much for her new companions, but they were her quickest and safest bet to get to her gear and leave the Institution. Plus according to the calculations she had made based on the skills displayed in the others, what she had seen of the facilities, and the varied areas of specialized skills held by the members of there impromptu squad she was beginning to suspect this squad was working together a bit too well to be an coincidental. They continued to make their journey to the Secure Basement and the locker there. As they traveled Nexo decided to risk another social faux pas to break the monotonous, broody silence. "If we are going to be assembled as a informal group for a while yet, maybe we should work out a name." "Well, my theory is that we all probs know each other somehow. Don't ask me how or why, but my theories always have a 87.3 percent chance of being 94.7 percent correct, and I can tell you that there is more between us than being placed in the same facility." "So you can't explain why you think we all are buddy-buddy, but you are gambling on some deep and corny past for us all to go on a magical adventure and discover ourselves as a team?" Boomer's voice dripped with sarcasm, eyebrow quirked skyward.