That's good! And don't forget...Keep the Rum and Diet coming.

Lovely campfire,lovely toenails,wet drawers.and Cindy your beautiful,there's
something wrong here. Dry finally, Sue

After the camel is done with whatever he/she keeps in his/her hump or two, think what it looks and smells like I wouldn't want that job.

Let's see we have the shinny toe nails and polished fingers of the princess. The camel a star. What can I be a little puppy who gets her tummy rubbed and all the loving but when I leave a little present on the floor all that loving goes out the door.

I don't think Cindy is amused with us anymore.

AMN is not on this thread! Only DiM! AMN is waiting for more of "my" personal bio.

For instance (and maybe no one knew), I had to ditch the camel fairly quickly when he ate my favorite horachis and all that macrame` I had worked so hard to create. If you've ever wondered, Camel makes for a fine meal. But, I digress.

It wasn't long before I finished high school (only 8 years!) and I knew that I had to strike out on my own. I burned my first bra in 1972 at a Grateful Dead concert during the biker weekend in Sturgis, SD. My memory is a little foggy, but there was also some John Lennon music in the background and virtually everyone loved me!

My career as a dancer had begun to wane, it seemed like everyone was more interested in bark, berries, and leisure suits. Oh, how I longed for my days of glory, so short, but so sweet.

It was during this personal transition period that I was determined to find my new path. I also wanted to know more about the greater world and therefore, made a bold move. I packed up everything of value (it took all three of my milk crates) and headed for the big city to make my mark on the world.

When I reached Toad Hollow, I was overwhelmed with the bright lights and fast pace, but I was confident and undaunted.

I needed a job that would keep me living in fine style and continue to support my newest passion, painting pet rocks...

I have friends! Well, I have (A) friend! My one friend is Nappy! She is the bestest! Let me tell you about my friend Nappy!

hgkaiaioeakdkfja (Nappy has swooped in on this reply and duct tapes Taffy's hands to her keyboard)

(Taffy yells, I wasn't gonna say anything bad about you Nappy!)

I told you guys Dippy, it's not about me. Now tell me Tispy, who is it about?

(DM. It's always about Princess DM!)

What did you say?

(Nothing. Aw! Not the sock!)

Muffled sounds come from Dippy, I mean, Taffy, as Nappy stuffs a dirty sock and duct tapes it in her mouth!

*jamming second sock into Sappy's mouth*

Go ahead, DM, tell us more about yourself!

*stepping over Daffy, accidentally catching a finger underfoot*

whoopsie.

After searching high and low for jobs in Toad Hollow, I finally landed a job as a maid/room service attendant at the local motel. They were in need of my abilities to scout out itinerant guests and make sure that the food was of the highest quality.

Unfortunately, the local prison was in need of jobs so my talents were not put to good use and I had to find another job. I hear the quality of the service has taken a downturn.

I have moved on to the local country club entertaining the locals as a table top dancer. I am much more qualified for this position. Dancing on the tables brings in much more moolah and my pet rock collection has quadrupled!

(pops socks out of mouth!) Gasp! She told me that she got those curves from exercising! But she never said what kind! (pops socks back into mouth)