Brian Coltrane

Cowboy, Lori, and B.L....
That was mean-spirited. I'm disappointed in you guys. Really, truly disappointed.
Cowboy, I'm especially unhappy with you, for starting the bullying. Picking on these guys and their story is uncool. It's also disrespectful to HNet as a whole. For somebody who's had a whole slew of second chances, and who's been around HNet for years, I'd expect better of you.
Pick on somebody your own size. You know where to find me.

Seems like the round robin story concepts have pretty much died off. We try one here and there, but either there's not enough robins, or they're not round enough, or...I dunno. They were once a tradition.

Well, I reckon that about covers the bets, though anybody is free to get in on them at any time. Meanwhile, Alex the Underwear Dog and I have a matter of honor to settle. Defend yerself, Lassie.

Yer poodle bait.

Uh-huh. And my bark ain't as bad as my bite. Gotcher tail between your legs already?

Given all this, I'm thinkin' of a new slogan for our website.
HazzardNet: Doing it doggie-style since 1999.
Arrrrrrrrrwwwwwwooooooooo!

Seems like the round robin story concepts have pretty much died off. We try one here and there, but either there's not enough robins, or they're not round enough, or...I dunno. They were once a tradition.

Talk about performance pressure! Everybody's watchin'. GAAAAAH!!!!
Last thang Doc said to me, is something about the terms of my surrender... how the hell do I respond to that and keep this within a family audience?!
Ahhh, who cares.
I'll think a' somethin'. I just need a little time to phrase this right. Ahem.

Topic? Challenge? Date?

Alex, that's not a very flattering mental picture of MaryAnne. Are you trying to get yourself shot?

Doc! I didn't realize you were back in town! I was just...uh...gettin' aquainted with a new member of our friendly community. Ya know, the usual warm welcome. Despite the dog collar jokes I can assure ya that there wasn't any petting.

Oh sure, and it'll also have blinking red and blue lights and a siren.
The only problem is, MaryAnne wouldn't be able to lift her head while wearing the thing.

Ya know, if MaryAnne wore a dog collar, she'd be her own K9 unit. Bahahahah!!
Oh, and Tori? I look outrageously attractive in a dog collar. Try not to think about it.
Brian

Absolutely........not.

You're never gonna get over that firing squad scene, are ya. Gettin' a little sensitive these days, cousin?
The good news is, this ain't a western! You're perfectly safe. For the most part.

Yes you should. In fact, I'm looking for those kinda stories to place on DukesofHazzardfanfic.com for the month o' February.
See my prior posts that are scattered around for details. Even with that aside, I think you should write it.
And besides, you should always write what you want to write. Not what you think somebody wants to read. True creativity ain't made to order like a fast-food hamburger.
Dammit, now I'm hungry.
Brian

No, you're just not payin' any dang attention to what you're doin'.
Oh, I forgot. Booowaahahaha!!! Gotta remember to keep the basics covered. Let's see...wail n' moan...that's easy, I do that enuff...and make the stairs creak, ok that's easy....and make things go bump in the night.
*BAM!* *crash!!* Ooops. Didn't know my astral from my elbow there. Poltergeistin' ain't as easy as it looks.

I should ghost you up anyway. MUAHAHAHAAA!!!

(And now, my carefully-considered reply to MaryAnne's last remark)
Awright, Deputy...I'm glad your calander is clear as of January 2nd...'cause then you won't be missin' out on anything when I SHOOT YOU FIRST!!
Unless I'm presented with any real good reason NOT to...which by the looks of the bloodthirsty crowd around here, ain't likely to happen.
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!

GAH!!! Awright, don't anybody get yer hopes up, 'cause I doubt that MaryAnne really meant that lil' threat.
Besides, she wouldn't shoot me around the holidays. *checks calander* Looks like I'm good for a few days yet...so let me just say this to the esteemed Deputy...
You couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, blue-sleeves.

"MaryAnne, that was an almighty ruckus and ya damn near blew yer own head off. Not to mention the free coronary I got with purchase!"
Crawls out from under bunk, eyes Mac and Daney. "And now this is turned into some kinda public spectacle. Mac, I appreciate yer offer, but I know MaryAnne. Hazzard law got me in here, Hazzard law is gonna halfta get me out. Lord knows how."
Walks up to bars, watches smoke drift from MaryAnne's gun. Speaks to the Deputy. "I'm beginnin' to think the chipped beef served here nightly beats the lead slug you're tryin' to serve up. Any other bright ideas, blue-sleeves?"

Alex, HUSH! Let MaryAnne enjoy those fresh, tasty donuts. While I carefully attempt to take advantage of her momentary distraction.

There's already nothing but anarchy. My work heah is done!

I know how to handle B.A. Barracus. Just run like hell and hope all those gold necklaces slow him down.

Dukes fans rarely count above "01" anyhow. Yeehaa!