Looking for lint to spin into yarn to knit lint scarf and mittens for my uncle for next Christmas. How about 6:00 AM (bright and early!) near the old Neuman's Nook of Knarly Knapsacks, across from the used tongue depressor store on Yech St.?
No can do, my ex lives there and I try to avoid him you know....he kind of has a reatraining order against me.... How about February 30th?
That's the day the conficker worm finally has success and gives the world an extra day online. How about April 1, 2010?
Well I probably could...except that I was originally planning on having a midnight snack with myself and I really can't keep putting that off How about 20 million years ago?
I would, but my time machine was stolen by a bunch of banana hating, demon monkey's from the future. How about tomorrow at 6am?
Whoa! And miss the latest episode of "Sticks - the episodic story of a family of flounder on the way to the freezer case"? Perhaps w. could invite a medium to channel Dr. Suess and meet just before dinner . . . on a boat, or near a goat, or would, could you float in a moat?
Sorry, no can do, I'm severely allergic to rhyme's and am now currently calling an ambulance before I lapse into a deep coma. How about in a week or so? I should be out of hospital by then!
I can't do it then; I've got to keep my secret identity covered then. The Red Capo is looking for me, still. -nervous glance- Maybe tonight? In a cave with no lights?
Well, no, you know how I am about the caves w. no lights - I only like those that have those earth-friendly squiggly lights. Tonight's fine - but perhaps at the cell phone shop by the beach that sells shells cells.
no no no, definately not! I can't possibly go there, I have no cell reception there and verizon is following me trying to get me to switch to them....I hate to think what would happen if they found me without cell reception....*shudders* how about in the frosting meadow? you know the one in lolipop land where you go to the gumdrop mountains, take a right at the licorice forest and go straight past the gingerbread suburbs?
Uuuuugh, no can do. I just drank two Monster Energy drinks, and sugar is the LAST thing on my mind. What about that meadow in those recently popular novels? It's supposed to be nice this weekend with no rain.
I would love to, but I have a skin condition that requires a constant light rainfall to prevent me from shrivelling up like the guy in 'Mortal Combat' that got soul sucked. How about tomorrow under Niagara Falls?
Don't be silly. How could you poissibly expect me to fly all that way for just one mweting. Howabout in the Le Fromage Cafe, on Cheesy McCheese Lane at 12.04pm on the 16th May 2019?
Oh you didn't hear? It burned down. We're going to need to do this sooner anyways. How about a week from today, noon sharp?
*shakes head* oh, no. i have to infiltrate a foreign agency meeting at noon, kidnap the ring leader, and return back to fbi headquarters with minimal notice. oops, wasn't susposed to tell you that. how about two tuesdays from now at five? --this message will self destruct in 4...3...2...--
Oops - sorry, the message exploded before I got chnace to write down the time and place on a piece of paper. How about on top of the watch tower at dusk in a week's time?
*rolls eyes into head* You are ALWAYS late - and I hate to watch for you coming on the watch tower. How about on the railroad tracks near Hampton St. - at 8:43 - just before the 8:47 is due in?
Sorry, Dick Dastardly has already reserved the train tracks for that timeframe (something about Penelope Pitstop). How about next week down by the boardwalk?
