![]() ![]() You can visit the Plaza to socialize with other Boonies, or go buy yourself some new clothes at the Shop! Try to explore every part of the world! You might even find treasures and special items! Feeling tired? Then head back to your home to rest up. Now that you’ve settled in, your Boonie is ready to visit the various locations on Boonie Planet. Now it is time to pick a hairstyle! You have plenty of options available in different colors! When your Boonie is ready, you can choose a tribe to join! There are 5 different tribes. Dots for a fun-loving look, or maybe tiger stripes to show how adventurous you are? What about your character’s eyes and nose? Pick the ones you like best. A plain coat of fur won’t make you stand out in a world populate by furry creatures, so touch up your fuzzy coat with some nice highlights! Your Boonie character can have different patterns dyed into their fur as well. Try out different types of fur, all kinds of colors, and even funny hairstyles. They are so cute and fluffy, you’ll want to hug and pet them! Before starting, create a Boonie for yourself! You have so many options you can choose from. So put a friendly smile on your face and introduce yourself to the others!īoonie Planet is an online game in which you can explore the colorful and vivid world of fuzzy creatures called Boonies. Jump into this bright and cheerful world and get ready to meet other Boonies! With its multiplayer online gameplay, Boonie Planet has many players from around the world to meet and hang out with. I told her it concerned the Gordon murders.Welcome to the fluffy and colorful world of Boonie Planet! This place is filled with adorable creatures called Boonies, and they are waiting for you to take your place among them. Maybe getting their coffee between cases. I pictured doing PI work for her and her idiot boss. So I told her, "It's me or your job," to which she replied, "Maybe you should change your job" and she meant it-her firm needed a private investigator and she wanted me to take the job. ![]() I mean, Jeez, lady, I know somebody has to do it, and the money is terrific, but I was feeling matrimonially challenged. The last straw was when she took the case of a high-level drug guy who, aside from his American problems, was wanted in Colombia for icing a judge. I mean, I'm trying to put scumbags in the slammer, and the woman I'm sleeping with is trying to keep them in business. He may have liked more than her style, but aside from that, our marriage became a conflict of interest. She switched sides and took a high-paying job with a big-name defense attorney who liked her style in court. Robin, by the way, was a Manhattan assistant district attorney once, which is how I met her. I should have opened the bottle of Tobin wine and chugged it before meeting Mrs. On the other hand, I think I had geriatric overload, and the thought of talking to one more septuagenarian was more than I could handle. I wasn't sure why I was here, but something had drawn me here. I went to the front door, and there was a yellow Post-it near the knocker that said, "Mr. I shook my head sadly then said, "Okay, thanks again." I exited quickly, got back into my Jeep, and drove off. I couldn't see anything sinister about the place, no paintings of burning churches on the walls, no black candles, no needlepoint pentagrams or black cats, and the kitchen had no bubbling witch's cauldron. It wasn't actually a museum in the sense of exhibits it was just a decorated period house. I didn't see or hear anyone in the house, so I wandered about from room to room. The place was all antiques, of course, mostly junk if you want my opinion, but probably worth a bunch of buckos. The foyer was big, and to the left was a large sitting room, to the right was the dining room. The house, as I said, was large, circa about 1850s, typical of the home of a rich merchant or sea captain. Maybe it was another brown-bearded man in a white Porsche. Yet, he didn't seem to recall his June visit. Fredric Tobin had been at the Gordons' on at least one occasion. ![]() But don't get married before you get your decree or it's bigamy. It's automatic." She put a light tone in her voice and said, "Well, you can't commit adultery after October first unless you remarry. You'll get a copy of the decree in the mail. I want to remind you that our one-year separation ends on October first, at which time we are legally divorced. The next call was from my ex, whose name is Robin Paine, which fits her, and who also happens to be an attorney. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys. That's very nice of her to give up her time. ![]()
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