i wasn't sure which dozen you wanted...

Can i have 6 please any of them cinnamon flavoured

i want the 2 with the hundreds & thousands sprinkles on em & you can mix the other 4

this thread is worthless. Where's my doughnut?

Internet diary. 8/24/07 contd. Sister Marilyn of the Blessed North - eh continues to send care packages of doughnuts, but still the mood of ill-feeling towards the poll has yet to subside. I may be forced into anonymity, assuming another identity. On a positive note, 80 brave and sensible members have joined together, smelling history in the making. This day shall live on in posterity and will one day became a recognised holiday, albeit a not very big one. Like Whitsun or United Nations Day.

Hello! Just wanted to say that this a wonderful poll and SteveLaura, whoever he is, seems to be doing such a good job in keeping things under control. I got my doughnut and everything and, honestly, I don't know what other people are complaining about, I really don't. Anyway, keep up the good work, even tho I've never met you or heard about you before I stumbled upon this poll, which is really good and more people should join, I think. Thank you.

I wanna know if the train leaving Chicago has any dang donuts left!

I really want donuts now.. thanks a lot for this thread

journal entry..# 7,,,able to secure some 2 day old dough nuts from the lighthouse mission for the homeless,,,,hung around and when the doughnuts were place on the table..grabbed them and ran...damn, those alkies can run...

i think brother steven is having an out of body experience, i knew is should have never given him those magic mushrooms

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The clock struck thirteen. Winston Smith got up and entered the living area of his small apartment. As always, VJ flashed from the giant screen on the wall. It was another poll. There had been more of them recently, he felt. He had added his vote yesterday to the poll discussing whether words should be removed from the dictionary. 100% agreed, of course. It was double-plus good to be included in that number.

This poll, however, seemed different. Not just bigger, but also maybe slightly subversive. Was this a trick? Were we at war with Tonga, he wondered. He looked out of his window. No, the signs were still there. The word TERROR - blood red, with Rs that followed you - still hung from the Ministry of Truth.

Winston took a sip of cold tea - or what passed for it these days - and pondered the poll. Failing to vote was not an option, of course. But where to place his vote? The government were making great strides in the space program, the loudspeakers were saying. Maybe they had discovered the best that you can do if you get caught between the moon and New York City. Or was there a Stakhanovian woodchucker that he had missed? Winston was confused.

He took another sip. His fingers hovered over the screen. Get this wrong, he whispered, and it's Room 101 for me...

Hello again! Couldn't keep away, ha ha! I blame the doughnuts - yum! Especially the chocolate-covered ones. Well-worth the small amount of time it took to a click on a few buttons anyway!!!

Um, that's it. Let's all be nice to each other, especially to the creator of this poll who may* be getting stressed out over all these complaints about a lack of doughnuts, which isn't true anyway. Bye-ee!




*Or may not, I'm not sure, as I don't know him personally even though he's probably a very nice person and someone whom I would like to know but I don't.

Internet diary. 8/27/07. Good news - disguise appears to be working. Bad news - no new votes. I have sent out emails to some K Street suits but have had no response as yet. Also no word from Sister Marilyn of the Blessed North - eh. Tried to send an email re: another care package but then remembered that they all live in igloos up there and probably don't have the internet.

Update: Package just arrived from FEMA! They have donated 84 crates of a failed private enterprise/Faith-based initiative, personally approved by the Big Guy (Cheney).



This could be my lucky day.

log in diary...Wtf? brother stevie, wants me to try and sale a bunch of religious propaganda...wait a second..got several gop loving vjers calling..want to trade doughnuts..for this "literature"

WTF?? This has got to be the strangest thread I've seen in a while. I stopped by looking for an eclaire and found something about Sister Maria or somebody, and eskimos.... where's the doughnuts??

This has got to be one of the funkiest lunar eclipse funks ever felt. I blame it on Global Warming.

yummmy i want!!

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Curiously:

How many years were there between the signing of the U.S. Declaration of Independence and the Battle of Gettysburg, immortalized in Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address?

How many episodes did the TV series 'Saved by the Bell' (1989-93) run for?

How many people died in the Waco Branch Davidian fire?

What is the ISBN Group Identifier for books published in Denmark?

What is a slang term for anilingus?

Coincidence? I think not.

we ran out of doughnuts again??

Internet diary. 8/28/07. Another care package from Sister Marilyn of the Blessed North - eh. I was correct in assuming that her igloo is not online. However, apparently her moose is equipped with wi-fi, so we are in luck! The doughnuts have arrived in the nick of time. The communion wafers have not been a great success, although several of the Brownies have now been recruited to work for the Christian Coalition.

Still worried about Dean. I believe he may be flirting with other polls - a direct violation of TOS. Also he refuses to wear the deely-boppers I bought him.

i hate the f##king deely-bopper i have to wear..but, sanita seems to like in at night ....

damn illegals eated my doughnuts

also, global warming melted all the icing off the bear claws...and the tarts..well, i iced the tarts myself..they were pissed at first, but .........

I don't live in my igloo anymore... I moved to California


I think it is those darn Canadians that are eating all the doughnuts

i think you are right..there is no tim hortons here..hmmm...good point spy marilyn

I eat canadians for breakfast

Internet diary. 8/28/07 Contd. Sister Marilyn of the Blessed North - eh has been forced to abandon her igloo due to global warming and has come south, riding on her moose. The brave sister has been granted entry but the moose is still being questioned by ICE. Apparently does not know English and appears he may be interested in agricultural employment. Not sure how this will affect the care package situation.

After protesting about wearing the deely-boppers, Dean now can't be parted from them. Gets very excited by the way they shake. This morning he spent a long time in the basement "frosting some tarts", he said. I wasn't even aware we had received a shipment. Also had a strange call from a man calling himself Mack Master Valentine, asking whether we need any more hoes. I assured him I have no time for gardening right now and I have come to terms with the weeds. He said he can help me there too, if I want. Said something about a skunk - presumerably to eat the weeds (?) He seemed helpful enough so I have sent one of the Brownies to pick up this skunk and maybe a couple of his hoes. Should be back soon, I hope.

damn, where are those hos at?

It's actually been a while since I had a doughnut.

i give you one...know any tarts needing icing?

Internet diary, 8/29/07. The Brownie has finally returned, minus the skunk. I'm not sure she even came in contact with it, as she certainly doesn't smell like it. In fact, she has a sweet, herbally smell to her. This gentlemen Mack Master Valentine was obviously a humorous chap as she can't stop giggling. She's damn hungry, too - eaten all the communal wafers. She neglected to pick up the hoes, but has brought back a couple of volunteers. I sent them down to the basement with Dean, hoping that he can provide them with more clothing - the poor things have virtually nothing to wear. He said he'll soon have them out of their rags and give them something hot. He is a good man.

News from Sister Marilyn. She has settled in California and has switched denominations. She is now Sister Marilyn of the Double D Tanners. Her moose has been released by ICE and has got a job waiting tables at Bernie's Grill and Bucket. He is taking acting lessons and hoping for Northern Exposure to be re-optioned.

Received a strange call last night from Michael Brown. I think he may have been drunk. He told me to stop pestering him as he is no longer head of FEMA. Sounded like there was a party going on in the background. Introduced me to his friends - Karl, Donald, Paul, Tony and Alberto. Said something about if they could get Dick to join them, they will be set to take over the world! "If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a doughnut — for ever," he said then laughed maniacally. I hung up.

"Update, Mr. Spock"
"By my calculations, we need an extra ten votes in order to break free of The Internets, Captain."
"How are the engines holding out, Scotty?"
"Ah, haggis and tatties, Rabbie Burns an' Donald where's yer troosers..."
"Bones, proceed to the engine room! Scotty is delirious!"
"Captain, I have an incoming message."
"Put it on screen, Uhuru."
"Vot iz dat thing, Cap'n?"
"I'm not sure, Chekov, but I think it may be... a moose."
"Jim, I've done a thorough examination of Scotty."
"Is he hallucinating?"
"It's worse than that, Jim. He's not Scottish! He's an American! He's just been putting on that accent as he fears how Americans are looked upon in Sector 4."
"Security to engine room. Escort Mr. Scott to the brig. Now, about this moose...?"

..finally gotten through hosing down the last ho.....still worried about brother steven..talks to an imagery moose and calls time and temperature thinking it is FEMA and micheal brown???? also, wearing a trekkie shirt and nothing else...gave me a vulcan pinch the other day....oh well, back to doing some laundry woth the hos...

Someone did this before and the post was closed because some members, God only know who , were using the post to bump up their post numbers. how could they

well brother jim, i doubt this is the case..as post bunpimg is usally quick short answers..or one word..
my brother steven and i along with friends, are writing a short story here

Internet diary. 8/29/07. Contd. A good day. Poll is blossoming and Dean has a constant grin on his face. The deely-boppers have really done him the world of good.

Have had contact with R. David Paulison, seemingly the new head of FEMA. Per his instructions, the Brownies are busy boarding up the windows with plastic sheeting and duct tape. Unfortunately, we had a bad line when I made my request for iced doughnuts. Judging by the response, part of the message was missed:



To the basement they go.

lol...that was good...

journal note..it seems since brother jim (alias in the mob as jasman) came by all the doughnuts are gone and 2 of the hos are missing....hmmmm.,,i did see him with a pimp stick in his hand....

i wonder why brother steven and brother ma are nude with santa hats on?

where are my doughnuts?

sister nessa, brother jim ( jasman) fresh off his diet finished off 3 dozen in 1 setting....we are working on getting a shipment from China

I don't trust any of you. I've been asking for my doughnuts for a few days and nothing!

hey, brother steven is cracking under the pressure..i am cracking a few crack hos..and no help from FEMA or captain kirk...hoping to get a fresh shipment of tim horton's from our friends on the canadian thread..

Marilyn is wondering why Nessa doesn't want the doughnuts she offered ....

sister marilyn..she hates you cause you are canadian

I must've missed, sorry Can I still have them?

Internet diary. 8/31/07. The end of a hectic month. Steven & Mark, the two nude Santas, started arguing this morning about the effect moose flatulance has on global warming. Began wrestling in a pile of communion wafer boxes. Vick was immediately on the phone and offered two grand down on the limey. At this point, Mack Master Valentine turned up with a colleague he calls "The Jazzman" or something. Both are very colourful dressers with illogically wide hats. I didn't catch all of the conversation, but it appears that they want to become the Santas' managers. Also asked whether I wanted to buy any pots. I requested a Dutch oven. He said he can get me a nice piece from Amsterdam. I thanked him, saying that I'm looking forward to making some hot pork stew and he flashed me a good tooth. Obviously a fellow chef.

Brother Dean is looking exhausted. I asked him how he's been getting on with our donation envelopes, and he said he took the two new volunteers to the basement and has been stuffing them all night. (As an aside, I am re-contemplating the decision to install Ally McBeal-style communal bathrooms here. The volunteers say that Dean taps his foot when he's in the cubicle next to them and waves his hand underneath. They don't mind that, they say, but get annoyed when he starts singing, "Don'cha wish yer girlfriend woz hot like me?" Then, in their words, they "give him a right good seeing to.")

Little word from Sister Marilyn of the Double D Tanners now that she is in Hollywood, although I think I may have seen her moose on TV advertising medication for ED.

I guess...

damn those hos...i got a palsy foot and tapped more than gene kelly...but, still no blumpkin...hmmm. i think i have to grab an ankle and put..like my bff the good senator from idaho