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Glue was flying IL2 as some version of Mustang and/or ScottieDog

ROFL TC...A 'new' Christmas story...lol

Toffee could be found in Ridge, on occasion, almost right up to the bitter end.
Sadly I hadn't seen Glue (not in that nic anyway) since around 2002.

Glue with his hairpiece flappin in his eyes every time he went inverted and speaking of inverted, I think he was so hard to hit because of the way he was jerkin around like a madman trying avoid all them empty newcastle bottles from hitting him as they went flying around in his cockpit...

Had to have someone tell what smelly git meant LOL...

Anyone know whatever happen to Supertoffee, tate and his brother?

YO!

It seems that some fat punk "Elf" wrote this rather harsh letter in which I have no explanation for. I just wanted my teddy bear that I asked for back in 1961. Sheeesh! Now the fat Elf is sueing me. Me of all people! And Im such a nice guy too!


“PGTigercat�

Re: Your letter to Santa Clause postmarked Dec. 22, 2003

I was shocked and grievously injured to receive the letter you wrote to me regarding, as I understood it, an alleged teddy bear which was not delivered to you on Christmas 1961. After receiving this news I conferred with several of my chief administrator Elves and records were searched. We have found that when you met me on December 12, 1961, you distinctly asked for a “crate of Aqua Velva and Polyester Black Leisure suits"not the aforementioned “teddy bear.� In fact, while you sat on my knee and told me what you wanted, you also said several other things which have been noted in my files. You called me a “overstuffed red dude� and you had the effrontery to attempt to “borrow� my sleigh but fortunately I managed to catch you on time.

Surely you can appreciate the difficulty involved with delivering presents accurately and at great speed to 162 million children on the night of December 24th every year. Mrs. Claus and I always wondered about you, in particular, as we were deeply concerned with your low standings on the “Naughty and Nice� list. No matter how many times you were told to be a nice boy, you still called people “punks� and developed a chronic wallet-stealing habit. You also charged outlandishly high prices at your lemonade stand, where you actually sold glasses of water with a few drops of yellow food coloring in them. Despite all of this I dutifully brought you all your requested items, year after year, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore and quit delivering your crap you wanted every Christmas.

Just as I was beginning to hope that you might have OD’ed on Aqua Velva or something, I get this pathetic letter from you 42 years later. In this letter you purport that I, Santa Clause, am to blame for your errant and deviant life of mild petty theft (“borrowing� as you still stubbornly call it), rudeness, senseless murder of thousands of Rookies (who were always higher on the Naughty and Nice List than you were, I might add), among many other things.

Not only were you not content enough to blame me for your perverted life, but you made no hesitation to levy several deep and serious insults at my person. I quote from your letter “fat old red costume wearing elf abusing unfair to reindeer loser punk,� and also, “over-stuffed elf, reindeer-smelling punk, Saint Punkolas, butt scratching, nose picking, booger eating scum sucker.�

THEN you proceed to threaten my person and property, and you distinctly threaten to “cook the reindeer up on the barbi.�

Of course I was much disturbed by this but, it being Christmas time, the season of forgiveness, I decided to ignore your bad manners and deliver your lengthy list of “demands� as you had mentioned in the letter.

After considerable time and expense I proceeded with your myriad junk you wanted (Aqua Velva, leisure suits, et al), and I landed with my sleigh upon your roof. However, it was improperly shingled and I fell and sprained my ankle. I don’t know how you get fire insurance, if you even have it, with such a terrible roof. Anyways, it seemed that my ankle injury was not too serious and I collected your crap and tried to go down your chimney. Your chimney was negligently dirty, seems it has not been cleaned in decades, and you had also failed to remove the fireplace grating from the hearth. In the ensuing fall many bottles of Aqua Velva were smashed and the noxious fumes began to irritate my eyes, causing partial blindness.

By the way, I happen to be the type of person often referred to by insurance companies as an “eggshell.�

My injuries were deemed serious by a licensed medical practitioner and I hold you accountable for all my medical fees, which are still accruing.

I also have no choice but to contact my attorney who is instigating a libel suit for $10,000,000. This may pad my bank account, but will do little to compensate for my mental anguish and hurt feelings.

Get a lawyer punk because you will need one. I’ll see you in court, jerk.

Very best wishes, hoping this letter finds you in the best of holiday cheer,



SANTA F. CLAUSE


TC-

LOL...Trim Tab Technology...PG rules...LOL

Vix belongs to Shades, TC.
I saw 'er first.

happy thanksgiving TC. i sure do miss "As The Zone Turns"

Yo!

Boy, I wish I could write moderately funny crap like that TC guy can.

Yeah, I miss the old Zone days. Was a real hoot.

Happy Thanks Giving to everyone!


TC-

i hear ya shadeypoo

Ahhhh the ColdBreeze!
How I miss his charm, wit, insightful wisdom, and strange way with the ladies, since the CFS1 Zone days....
[;)]

_57th_Adman1 Now TC i will give ya credit for that one hehehe. Nothin like TCs Corner for a thanksgiving gift

HAPPY THANKGIVING from all of us at CC!!

"Ickie Says..."

Hey dudes!
ComCentral has finally come to their senses and got rid of that fat, bald, leisure suit wearing, Aqua Velva reeking, rookie kilting, trim tab technology snatching, diet Coke drinking freak. I don't kilt rookies and I don't live next door to a bunch of old useless unemployed TV actors. From now on you're gonna get some real CFS entertainment. So shut up, sit down, hang on and start laughing at some real CFS humor ...

Our hero Ickie Inline awoke late on Saturday morning and went into the kitchen for his morning coffee. Sitting at the end of the table was his young and beautiful playmate girlfriend, Bunnie.
"Hey, Doll Face," snapped Ickie as he snatched his mug of piping hot coffee, "get up and cook me my breakfast, and make it snappy!"
"Ickie, babe, you were the best last night," said the blushing Bunnie as she hurriedly began making His Highnesses breakfast.
"I was, doll face, the best .. just like always," said the bragdashes Ickie Inline, leaning back on his chair sipping coffee and with his feet propped up on the table. "Oh, and doll face, don't forget to ask that raise at work today. I need the extra money for my new super mod project."
After eating his hearty breakfast our Hero and all-around Good Guy, Ickie Inline, turned around to his playmate girlfriend and said "Doll Face, make sure you do the laundry and mow the lawn, and don't forget to fix the plumbing and you'd better have my dinner on the table at exactly 5:00 PM ... or ... out you go!"

"Oh of course babe, oh most high and glorious master of all," said the desirable Miss Bunnie in her thong.
A little while later at Ickie Inline's Mod Making Compound ....
"CROW FOOT!" screamed his Noble Highness, the Regal Ickie Inline of Modding Fame. "Get me the goose that lays the golden eggs!"
"Yes, oh great paleface Chief of Chiefs and Higher than Thunderbird," said Crow Foot, bowing to the God of CFS. "Me will get goose that lays golden eggs. Does paleface Chief of Chiefs want more from humble Crow Foot?"

"Yeah," snapped Ickie, tossing away a toothpick over his shoulder and adjusting his robes. "Tell that good-for-nothing Bruno Superfort to get his Frenchie butt in here and start massaging my feet!"
"I obey, Greater than Thunderbird Chief of Chiefs," answered Crow Foot, and he bowed again and then scampered off to get the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Then Snake Ears came running into the Throne Room of Ickie's Compound and knelt at the foot of His Greatnesses throne.
"You may address me, knave!" screamed Ickie, "the Great Highness of the CFS."

"Oh sire of sires," stammered Snake Ears, terrified of Ickie's wrath especially when His Highness had not had his feet massaged yet, "we have taken back what is rightfully yours, oh Great Highness of CFS."
"What does this mean, knave? You mean the Trim Tab Technology?" Ickie turned red and started to jump up and down on his throne, nearly tripping on his muslin robes of state. "Answer me, tyke!"
"Yes, O Great One, the Trim Tab Technology!" cried Snake Ears, dodging the Royal Scepter that Ickie hurled at him. "We beat up that punk TC and took it from him."

"You will be rewarded, Snake .... for this I will spare your worthless life ... this time ... but do not try my Noble Patience, as it grows thin. So be off with you, peasant!" ordered the Noble, Regal, Chivalrous, Integral, Majestic, Imperialistic, Glorious Ickie Inline, God of CFS. And then the Great Highness of the Zone started to chuckle ...

"Heh heh heh," resounded the majestic chuckle of the great Ickie Inline. "I have finally beaten that loser TC! Now all that I must do is overthrow that punk Shadow_Weedwkr and take over ComCentral ... and then All of CFS will be MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The noble Ickie recovered his godly composure, recovered his Royal Scepter, and shouted to his servants "I must go to the Ridge Runners and see what my subjects are up to. Crow Foot, forget the goose, but fetch me my Rolls Royce. We are off to Ridge Runners. To work, knave!"

As Ickie's Rolls Royce pulled up to the Ridge Runners building (soon to be rededicated as the "Ickie Building") hordes of screaming girls came running up, trying to catch a glimpse of the devilishly handsome idol, the great Ickie Inline. The girls were chanting "we love Ickie, we love Ickie, we love Ickie," and carrying signs that read "Ickie is the King of all that is Good" and one that read "Eat at Ricks."

But the security guards did their jobs well and kept the screaming horde from blocking Ickies path. The devilishly handsome and filthy rich Ickie Inline strolled into the Ridge Runners with two beautiful girls, Foxy_Female and Long_Legged_Vixen, at his sides.
In the Ridge Runners main Chat .....

<FMS_Superglued> Yeah CB, I like the one about the horse and the nurse. hehehehe
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> ColdBreeze Rulz!!!!!!!
+Crabby_Female> Breeze stop flooding or you will be gagged. Please help keep the Zone a fun place for all :- )
<ColdBreeze> As if I'm afraid of YOU, girlie!
<Van_Mustang> You tell her CB!
<FS_Ozzy_Elmer> lmao CB
<Wild_Cobra_2> Don't ya just hate that rubbish TC writes for ComCentral?
<_57th_Adman1> You tell'em Cobra, that stuff TC writes SUCKS!
<Van_Mustang> Any of you guys from La Habra?
Enter <Ickie_Inline>
<_57th_Adman1> Look! His Highness is gracing us with his presence!
<ColdBreeze> Its Ickie, the Way and the Light! I am humbled in your presence oh Great One. Speak, and I will do.
<Ickie_Inline> Greetings, subjects! Cut the crap CB ... any of you seen that punk loser TC?
<ColdBreeze> Ickie Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> Ickie Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> Ickie Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> Ickie Rulz!!!!!!!
<ColdBreeze> Ickie Rulz!!!!!!!
+Crabby_Female> Nice flooding for the Great One, CB! Keep it up! Long live Ickie, the Majestic Hero of CFS!
<FMS_Superglued> Oh King Ickie, I see that punk TC kilting Rookies in game 6! Go show that punk loser who is boss!
<Van_Mustang> Yeah, you show him Ickie! That TC is a punk!
<Ickie_Inline> Bruno! Prepare the TC Kilter! I am going after that loser punk!
<Bruno_Superfort> Oui oui, le Monsieur Ickquie!
<ColdBreeze> Kick that Aqua Velva using punks @$$ Ickie!
<ColdBreeze> and by the way ICKIE RULZ!
+Crabby_Female> Yeah, nice caps for the Great one, CB. ICKIE RULZ! ICKIE RULZ!
<FMS_Superglued> ICKIE RULZ!
<_57th_Adman1> ICKIE RULZ!
Enter <Shadow_Weedwkr>
<Shadow_Weedwkr> Hi, all. Hey Ickie, when you gonna get Ickie's Corner to me so I can put it up on ComCentral?
<Ickie_Inline> *Gasp* I don't think you really know who you are addressing, Wacker ....
<Shadow_Weedwkr> Um, no, what are you talking about, Ickster?
<Ickie_Inline> Its Mr. Ickster to you, punk! I just took over ComCentral. You are out on your ear, Wacker.
<Shadow_Weedwkr> What? This is an outrage! You'll hear from my barrister about this!
+Crabby_Female> Sorry Shadow, you spoke against the Great Ickie Highness, I'm gonna have to boot you.
Exit <Shadow_Weedwkr>
Meanwhile, in Game 6 ...
<Rookie_Doofus> Wow! I sure blew up real nice that time
<PGTigercat> You sure did pally. One hit and you lit up the whole sky
<Rookie_Doofus> Well, 47 kills and 6 deaths you have Tiger ... I don't think you are a Rookie
<PGTigercat> Gee pally, I'm really lucky see, This is only my second time on the Zone
Enter <Ickie_Inline>
<Ickie_Inline> Prepare to die, Tigercat!
<PGTigercat> Yo! Ready up Ickie and I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget!
<Ickie_Inline> Well you fat little punk perhaps you have forgotten that I now have the TRIM TAB TECHNOLOGY!
Enter <Shadow_Weedwkr>
<Shadow_Weedwkr> TC! Look out, Ickie is coming in after yo --- Oh no, he's already here!!!
<PGTigercat!> Yo! Weedwkr! By the way I just finished the next TC's Corner, I'll send it over right away,
<Ickie_Inline> Wacker won't be needing anymore of your crap stories TC. I have taken over ComCentral, and you are O-U-T! Got it? All the way O-U-T
<Shadow_Weedwkr> You won't get away with this Ickie!
<Ickie_Inline> Doofus, leave the game NOW! I am taking over as host.
Exit <Rookie_Doofus>
<Ickie_Inline> Now I am the host! Ready up Tigercat, prepare to be blasted! As for you Wacker ....
The Host has removed Shadow_Weedwkr from the session!
The Game Starts!
<Ickie_Inline> This is the end of the line for you TC!
<PGTigercat> We'll see about that Ickie
<Ickie_Inline> Your Rookie Kilter is useless against my TC Killer Mod with Trim Tab Technology!
<PGTigercat> Oh No! You got the Trim Tab Technology!
<Ickie_Inline> As you would say "You got that right, pally!" Now take this, you punk! Muahahahaha!
<PGTigercat> Agghhh! I'm hit!
<Ickie_Inline> So long TC! I am rid of you at last! I'll have Zeke scrape you off the Ceement! Muuahahahaha
Back in the main Chat ....
<Wild_Cobra_2> So when you going out with me, Crabby?
+Crabby_Female> I wouldn't date you even if you were made of solid gold
<ColdBreeze> hahaha Cobra! Too bad you're only made of mud. hahahaha
<Van_Mustang> Anyone here live in La Habra?
<FMS_Superguled> LMAO! What idiot would ever live in La Habra?
<Ickie_Inline> I have returned, and that punk TC is nothing more than a splat on the cement!
<Van_Mustang> Way to go, Glorious Ickie! I grovel at your Mighty feet!
<ColdBreeze> ICKIE RULZ! ICKIE RULZ!
<ColdBreeze> ICKIE RULZ!
<ColdBreeze> ICKIE RULZ!
<ColdBreeze> ICKIE RULZ!
<Ickie_Inline> Cut it CB ... I rule the ZONE! I rule COMCENTRAL! I rule the WORLD! ... !!!!!!!!!!
"ICKIE! .... wake up man! You're havin a bad nightmare!" cried Snake Ears, shaking the sleeping Ickie Inline in his hospital bed.
"Who, wha, wha, whats going on?" cried Ickie, feeling for his Royal Sceptre but finding only a crumpled Rookie Kilter magazine. "What do you mean nightmare?"
"You were having a bad nightmare bro," said Snake Ears. "Tossing and turning, and saying 'I rule, I'm the man, haha take that you punk TC!' and 'ICKIE RULZ.'"

"What? You mean I'm not the Noble, Regal, Chivalrous King of CFS? And I don't have the Trim Tab Technology? And TC isn't really splatted on the Cement? And ... and I don't have a playmate girlfriend Bunnie?" said Ickie, starting to shake and grabbing his head.

"King of CFS??? TC on the Cement? Playmate Girlfriend Bunnie? You gotta be kidding m bro. TC's the one who shot you down, we thought you'd never wake up bro. And playmate girlfriend? Bro, you haven't even had a date in three years!" explained the laughing Snake Ears.

"No CFS Empire, no playmate girlfriend, no filthy riches, no corner on ComCentral, no splatted TC, and no Trim Tab Technology ... it was all a stupid dream!" cried Ickie, bawling his head off.

"I'll get you TC! I'll get you if its the last thing I do!"


-- Ickie .... errrr .... TC

LOL TC....great story!!

ROFL TC!!!! that one was a goodie!