Yeknodathon

I suppose when one thinks about it... [swings a tail just to make sure] ...Ohio is a sort of roofless barn. He'd still miss.

I was desperate for a period. I was hoping for a period marked by the crack of a rifle shot or the thud of a large sledge hammer. Gawd, how me ears stretch out for a little relief. See, yer semicolon invites more. Now yer full-on colon gets a bit... erm, full. But yer period... well that's final. The End. The Big One. *snort* Can't come quick enough I say, especially if one has problems with colons or even a semi one.

Oh, that is interesting. Erm, I'll just sit here and wait... I can be very patient. Infantry bone, infantry bone, infantry bone... purrrrleaaaaaaase?

Oh, that is interesting. Erm, I'll just sit here and wait... I can be very patient. Infantry bone, infantry bone, infantry bone... purrrrleaaaaaaase?

Which Dane?

[tongue wetting nostrils and chin] Eh, who licks the Marmite off the Justicar?

I´ve got you under my skin. I´ve got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart that you´re really a part of me. I´ve got you under my skin.

Who means sucky mice?

Sound the llama, sound the llama, Joe's about!

*snort* I shall play cards to distract me from the smell. One whist I adore.

I think I've trod in a Quetzalcoatl...

Eh? ... and although it was a fair summary of me ponderings I don't think it quite encapsulated the intellectual rigour and difficult mental ruminations one had to engage to make some very obvious points. And that is not the least of it. No. One has to factor in me distress. Yes, great, round globulets of jaw-janking distress. If one isn't moved to hurl vegetable chunks at the thought of O N J's body perspiring in some gawd-awful work out video pumping wotnot on a bench for all she's worth one really must have to consider me sensitive state of mind being senselessly ravaged dealing with that feckless twit droning on about Frank bleedin' Sinatra when we could ALL be uplifted by Bjork. [ July 20, 2005, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

... wanton Jezebel strutting around on lithesome thighs and general cavorting around between wholely unneccessary and quite lurid body postures...

Ducks.

I suppose I shall have to think about whether something with concrete ties can be still up in the air... or at the bottom of a lake? It is all just so very, very... metaphysical. Never liked legwarmers or Olivier Newton John. Strumpet. Mafia would have been too good, I say.

"And now, the end is here And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and ev'ry highway And more, much more than this, I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this, I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way, "Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way" For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows and did it my way! Yes, it was my way" *snort* sounds better... feckin' useless claptrap.

I've never done CM in a cupboard.

It's the tight flamenca pants, isn't it?

If you use elastic rather than a chain it just enables enough movement for a hand to stretch from the bed to the keyboard yet provide quite a lot of restraint. Which is just fine because the nurse's uniform can chafe a bit.

[marches across the paddock in a sombrero and tight flamenca pants] Ladrido, ladrido, ladrido, ladrido

... and middles, flabby middles...

I'm not sure Boo has an end... ... just so many beginnings...

Peace. PEACE! Christ on a crutch, I don't want you fondling anything.

[nonchalantly puffs on the fattest carrot wedged into a cigarette holder] Erm... no.

Makes me want to have a cigarette.