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..seamstress in the land !!
In fact, I had to go and see one this morning to get some neutral coloured material to cover the new television, I've been using a teacloth and wanted something that would blend into the background. She waded through rolls of this and that and one wasn't bendy enough, one was too green, then we finally found something. 'Can I pay you?' I asked. 'No' she said ... so the TV now has a new cover. And what a lovely seamstress she is too !!
Then little Tommy said ....
Then little Tommy said ....I got fences to mend and a train to catch.
I been high and low searching for an error in my WOTPP travels.
Pretty women,insane posters.Yep I got me a real............................
No comment:Trying to resurrect this tale from the dead. :grin:
That is not dead, which can eternal lie, and with the passing of strange aeons, even death may die!
Bwa ha ha!
Bwa ha ha!
Gathered - among the trees they seek
knowledge - through the stary night
sacrifices - rites of no purity
chants - for cthulhu, the dreaming one.
The dreaming one???Bwa ha ha!
The seamstress has now gone quite mad.....................
She has entered The Matrix.Where Miss Piggy sounds like Micheal Jackson.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?do...45502000914740
And, perched upon a cyclopean coconut custard pie, one of the Mi-Go, the fungi from outer space, ponders aloud, "Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep?" Whereupon Rutger Hauer steps out from within the pie, grabs the Mi-Go by its shrimp-like head and shoves his thumbs into its eye sockets, murmuring, "I send you to a better place." Unfortunately, the Mi-Go doesn't actually have any organs, as it is just a steaming pile of alien fungi mimicking the form and organs of yet another icky species.
Emitting a shrill squeal, the extraterrestrial mushroom being slithers off with blinding speed. Exit stage left. Rutger, looking somewhat beffudled, says, "We need bigger guns!" and dives back in to the enormous coconut custard pie. Tommy, spoon in hand, advances towards the pie, a hungry gleam in his eye.
"Settle down gleam," he chided it, "You'll eat soon enough!"
But, his conversation was cut short by the unexpected appearance of ...
...dear Matilda, who was an ardent Folk Dance practiser ... the night before, she had been twirling round, holding hands, right step, left step, right step, twirl round the left, back round the right, into the middle, lift those coloured scarves you're holding, sort of dance backwards, trying to watch someone else's feet at the same time as trying to keep your own in step and look as though you've been there before, when in fact it was your first night there ...
...and to help her sort her left from right, along came ...
along came ...Jones, and the Coasters were all 6 years old and 12 inches tall.
but sing.......I mean squeal they did for Matildas great performance.Ray Stevens
who would later make it an even more comical song...Sat in the background and
smelled like a....................................
...a cloud of putrid, swamp gas, bubbled up form the depths of the primordial sludge, heralding the ascension of a vast, cyclopean creature of nightmarish horror,... the WOTPP thread that wouldn't die! Bwa, ha, ha!
The undying behemoth heaved it's colossal bulk up from the dark and slimy ooze, rivulets of nonsensical prose and outre imagery sluicing off it's massive, dense skull. Tiny little eyes scanned the surrounding countryside, seeking prey, the innocent and unsuspecting posters who ventured into this surreal thread.
And there, virtually undetectable by even the sharpest ears, sounded the soft and wheezy breath of ....
the NooNoo. The NooNoo holds the power to kill threads - but does this thread have a glimmer of hope? If it's entertaining enough, the NooNoo will let it continue on its way.
The NooNoo regarded the colossal bulk of the surreal thread, what would it do next? The thread glimpsed the NooNoo and suddenly......
....little Daisy looked up with an expression of sheer joy and excitement!!
'My Mummy used to tell me about the Great NooNoo and how she used to walk through the Forests in Huge Boots and reading a Book. I always used to ask Mummy what the Book was about, but she never said....'
So Daisy plucked up courage and stood at the door of her slime covered hut and said, 'May I ask what the Book is about? I've wanted to know all my life....'
'I've been busy lately, making rag rugs. I use sacking as a background, and pieces of any old fabrics, cut into strips, and pushed through the sacking with a simple wooden peg. It used to be a traditional English craft. The finished rug might be worked into simple patterns or blocks of colour, or just be a complete mixture. As you can imagine, I've made loads, it keeps us warm during the chilly nights...'
'What is that book about?'
'What is that book about?'
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Squid : Calamari
Ingredients
3 cups vegetable oil
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
12 squid, cleaned and sliced into rings
1 lemon, wedged, for garnish
:flames: Bwa HaHaHa! Bwa HaHaHa!
.....Daisy said, 'really?' and called for Petronella, who immediately burst into tears, cos she had secretly fallen in love with the dear Squid. Her prehistoric mascara ran down her cheeks, all her tissues (which are actually leaves from the trees) got soggy, her hair got all tousled as she ran her fingers through it in frustration....
Petronella said ....
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Petronella said ....Quit running your fingers through your hair and straighten
up your make-up dear.What a mess!
Then she asked the unforgiveable question.
Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed? :flames:
So Daisy Lost it all and reverted back to her prehistoric......................
God bless Mags! Isn't she entitled to some kind of virtual award for this thread?