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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 2, 2009 18:30:04 GMT -6
Oooo, gas up the Whoosh Amphibian; part converted school bus; part pontoon boat. Who's in charge of the snacks?
Okay. Blame Phalon for sparking this idea.
Everyone load up ... we're heading out. Like Dr. Who, we're hopping, skipping, and jumping through time and space.
Questions to answer:
Where are we?
How'd we get here?
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What's that?
And whatever else questions we can come up with.
So, lets get LOST!  And find ourselves anywhere but here. 
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Post by Phalon on Aug 2, 2009 19:30:36 GMT -6
Oh, no, no, no....you can blame me for many things, but not for this one, Joxie. HA! You coulda let that spark die, ya know.
Is this gonna be like when we travelled the country, (and possibly the world; who really knew what the hell we were doing?), during our stint as Professional Parade Wavers? Oh man, I'd give almost anything to see Katina in sequins and heels again. <swoon....>
Oh, oh, oh....and when the O2 ship finally went down Titantic fashion? We all held on until the last possible moment - "Never let go, Rose; never let go" - and Gabbin and Lola set sail traveling the World and the Seven Seas (with or without the Eurythmics, I'm not sure) on their mattress before landing on the shores of Whoosh.
Sheesh, it's been awhile since those adventures. And now we have an Amphibivan. I don't really care where we go, or what we encounter along the way. Again, all I really wanna know is, who's got the snacks?
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 2, 2009 23:14:55 GMT -6
Da plane ... da plane ... it's going down!
Ooooooh. So, where are we?
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