Yeknodathon

They could swap pointy hats?

More like a Bikini Atol.

Constablubation

Indeed, Michael. I have been staring at his moustache for quite some time and wondering just exactly where it might manipulate.

"It's an easy outfit for an active man..." Michael... and he looks very active with that pole.

Mr Dinosaur... STOP WEARING THE TORTILLA CHIP.

I should think the fingers are doing exactly the same when the brain deems a forum post?

Ah the weekend… what simple pleasure. Nothing to do, but to try me new battery powered Remington hygenic clipper to trim ears, nostril and other unwanted hairs. My, it's been fun. Having plunged me nostrils down onto the device and wiggled it around and heard the change in clipper tone as me mechanical cutters got to swathe through the tufts of massed nasal shrubery built over the decades I have to admit: damn fine piece of equipment. There was one particularly curly little critter that had to be rooted out with repeated probes and mechanical hacking... its name is a secret... [looks with a swift side glance towards something small and rubbery hidden behind an unusually thriving bush] [ October 29, 2005, 09:58 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Erm... can you be that brief?

Well, I just very glad that I'm not stuck in the hinterland of an equatorial rain forest in me loincloth and clutching me blowpipe and suffering daily downpours waiting for me CM:SF delivery by river canoe because it'd be a damn long wait for freakin' Spring.

What happens if you live at the equater when there really isn't a Spring at all?

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*heavy, languid snort* Oh, I never really knew yer had... we can get touchy? [takes a step forward, so as to get really intimate] You know, I want to share something. Everytime time I see yer name I get a little thrill. Pondscum Pondscum Pondscum Pondscunthorpe

[proceeds to emit a rapid succession of clicking noises much like a trilobite being suddenly entombed by copious amounts of sediment] click-click-click-clickety-click-click-click

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Chained to a rock with Boo pecking at his side... Prognomeus

Bet Francis and Earl... urm... urm... urm... cohabit?

Eh, vocation? One could hardly disagree.

Somehow, the idea of Boobillabong being displayed on the prow, and possibly stern, of that vessel while Earl paces the deck: an Ahab before his whale... Boobillabong Radleyana? Gawd bless 'er and all that mobile home in 'er. [ October 19, 2005, 10:57 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Boobillabong is probably a place too far, even for Australia.

One can't wait long enough for the video.

I think he's exhibiting an interesting furniture fetish...

He doesn't swallow.

[shuffles supporting undergarments] STATE YER INTENTIONS!

We do like to share fungal infections... and brushes... and Gnomes. Best with all three, at the same time. What a perfectly civil pod. Do stop by for tea and crumpets next time?