Oh, Bonelllaaaaaa.......we'll be waiting for you.....we'll be watchingfor you....we'll be ready for you...... "Come to the Church in the Wiiiillllddddwoood, oh, come to the Church in the Dale..."
Hey, Bonella, how about doing another interview with me for my Muse Celebration month. I can squeeze you in on the same day as Lea. If she doesn't mind, that is.
Hey, Bonella, how about doing another interview with me for my Muse Celebration month. I can squeeze you in on the same day as Lea. If she doesn't mind, that is.
Is that supposed to be a threat? Think squeezing me in on the same date as that spineless leader...oh wait...you want to spruce up your blog by having me there otherwise spineless twit will bore your readers...bring it on.
By the way...you're going senile. You posted twice...moron.
A threat, oh my skinless wonder, I don't make threats, only promises. I'll check to make sure Lea doesn't mind sharing her day with you. I'll send the list of questions via Lea, because I don't know where your crypt is. By the way, I'm squeezing you in Now who's calling names?
Well excuse me all to h.... I had no idea you were so computer literate. In fact, I didn't realize you were literate in anything. And you'd better watch who you're calling a twit. Musers are family and fiercely loyal. You might be biting off more than you can chew. I did notice you have a nice set of choppers. Hard to believe they're real.
More bones? Was it anyone I knew? I see very well, thank you very much. With those holes in your eye sockets how can you? I would have thought you'd have dug in the trash and come up with a new hat by now.
Can't leave you guys alone for a minute! There you go, Ro, charging in with no back-up, what're you thinking? I wasn't even back with the lizard skins and the wormwood yet!
A glass? Wendy, did you see the size of those choppers? She's going to need a big bowl - toilet sized.
Okay, Boney, it's all set. Lea has graciously given her consent to share the limelight with you on the 19th of October. Not that she has anything to worry about. You could never steal the limelight from her.
Gail, hurry up with those lizard skins and wormwood. I knew I could count on you to have something in your stash.
Hey, Sticks, we're going to eat you up and spit you out. You'll be nothing but a dust ball when we get done with you. Under our skin, ha! Bet you wish you had some.
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Bring it on Bonella! We're ready for you, lol.
Bonella,
Compared to the car I used to own, you're not scary at all!
Hey, you skinny old bag of bones. Good to see you rattling around. Can't wait to see what you have in store for us. bwahaha
Sticks and stones may break...well I'm dead...but your bones will be crunching before the end of October.
Dear Diane...preparing my sauce so are you sweet tasting or more on the 'add ketchup and lots of spices to bring out the flavor' type of a menu?
Miz Santa Lady, perhaps if you had worn classes your purchase may have been better.
Oh, Roseanne...it's good to see you still around...I have a bone (hehehehe) to pick with you.
SENT BY HELL'S TOUCHPAD.
Oh, Bonelllaaaaaa.......we'll be waiting for you.....we'll be watchingfor you....we'll be ready for you...... "Come to the Church in the Wiiiillllddddwoood, oh, come to the Church in the Dale..."
Been there...done that...by the way, many of them bought homes by my crypt.
Row, row, row your butt...straight into my path...merrily, merrily, merrily no longer shall you be.
Take a hike, newbie...you have no clue who you're messing with.
SENT BY HELL'S TOUCHPAD.
Bonella, I think you've finally met your match. Go for it, Gail, show this spindly old skeleton who you are.
Neither do you, darlin'. I have a lovely little vacation home in Rose Hill Cemetery....
Hey, Bonella, how about doing another interview with me for my Muse Celebration month. I can squeeze you in on the same day as Lea. If she doesn't mind, that is.
Hey, Bonella, how about doing another interview with me for my Muse Celebration month. I can squeeze you in on the same day as Lea. If she doesn't mind, that is.
Is that supposed to be a threat? Think squeezing me in on the same date as that spineless leader...oh wait...you want to spruce up your blog by having me there otherwise spineless twit will bore your readers...bring it on.
By the way...you're going senile. You posted twice...moron.
SENT BY HELL'S BURNFLAME.
Is your home six or ten feet underground? If above...go fly a kite, loser. I don't mingle above ground.
A threat, oh my skinless wonder, I don't make threats, only promises. I'll check to make sure Lea doesn't mind sharing her day with you. I'll send the list of questions via Lea, because I don't know where your crypt is.
By the way, I'm squeezing you in
Now who's calling names?
Exqueese me, but dead I may be but I can still hack on and grab an email address. So no need to send any mail to the twit but to me directly...
bonellasticks AT yahoo DOT ca
need I spell it out again for you...Miz Senile.
Well excuse me all to h.... I had no idea you were so computer literate. In fact, I didn't realize you were literate in anything. And you'd better watch who you're calling a twit. Musers are family and fiercely loyal. You might be biting off more than you can chew. I did notice you have a nice set of choppers. Hard to believe they're real.
By the bones of the dead man I just buried...MIZ SENILE can see...yes, my choppers are quite nice...the bigger to eat you, my darlin' said the wolf.
SENT BY HELL'S BURNING FLAME.
More bones? Was it anyone I knew?
I see very well, thank you very much. With those holes in your eye sockets how can you? I would have thought you'd have dug in the trash and come up with a new hat by now.
Eh, I'll just have my pit-bull bury your femur in my back yard! Catch me then, Oh-Boney-One!
Can't leave you guys alone for a minute! There you go, Ro, charging in with no back-up, what're you thinking? I wasn't even back with the lizard skins and the wormwood yet!
Need a glass for your teeth, Boney, or should that be for your hollow head. Pardon me while I quiver in my hobnail boots.
A glass? Wendy, did you see the size of those choppers? She's going to need a big bowl - toilet sized.
Okay, Boney, it's all set. Lea has graciously given her consent to share the limelight with you on the 19th of October. Not that she has anything to worry about. You could never steal the limelight from her.
Gail, hurry up with those lizard skins and wormwood. I knew I could count on you to have something in your stash.
LOL, looks like Bonella decided not to wait for October to get here. She's already rattling around the MuseItUp blog stirring up trouble. : )
Oh Bonnie Ella (as if...) I'm so looking forward to bending your ear, uh I mean snapping it off in October, better bring backup, your wretchedness!...
Cheers, Sara
Ah Boney,
It wasn't the style, make, or year of the car...it was the spirit inhabiting it. Trust me...you're withered dust compared to THAT demon.
My, isn't Bonella looking charming these days, after a year in the crypt. No sun damage for her.
I'm a newbie - Do I even want to know what's going on?
Michelle
Well, Bonella. We'll see who's scarier...you or the neighbor in my short fiction by that same name....Smiles....bring it on.
Don't you guys have dustballs to eat or write manure or whatever you do?
Seems to me Bonella Sticks has gotten under your skin...hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Now DROP DEAD!!
Hey, Sticks, we're going to eat you up and spit you out. You'll be nothing but a dust ball when we get done with you. Under our skin, ha! Bet you wish you had some.
I hear a flea buzzing...no...wait...sounds like someone is trying to speak...
I have a show to attend...time for some KAT EATERY...
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