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gamble , too many crones do distort the hearing aid , try some beer for a change
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happy new yr old chap
<br>bake a new year cake Lake<br>cover it with thick chocolate<br>delusion then allow your mind<br>to expand… and slowly eat
My bathroom cabinet might surprise you,<br>or am I even able to reach it ?
if …
<br>bake a new year cake Lake<br>cover it with thick chocolate<br>delusion then allow your mind<br>to expand… and slowly eat
My bathroom cabinet might surprise you,<br>or am I even able to reach it ?
if …
<br> Seeing Lake throw the :old: card at me<br> and try to change a lifelong crone habit<br> made me double up.
<br> flatcapgamble…seeing Barbara Stanwick at the top of the stairs with just a towel to cover her fraud also had Fred in stiches – but he handled it well :biggrin: Wilder films are full of goof
Ricky you old-fashioned,<br> chocolate-cake eating romantic<br> get these down your gullet :buddy: <br> then mobile up and finish<br> with a white-haired crone<br> – but beware the wet months
frst good grin of the year , thanks gamble , had my car borrowed and burned on new yrs eve , been a bit grumpy since
heres to you wolly !!!!
cheers
ricky :biggrin:
burned and burrowed<br> and you only gave her a lift !<br> hmmm sorry to hear that Dick
Actually my referencing Double Indemnity<br> was quite a serendipity
Fred MacMurray, as you’ll remember was<br> an insurance agent wearing a stylish hat<br> who calls on Stanwick to renew her husband’s automobile insurance. Now why oh why didn’t I think of that !
There’s an instant attraction<br> almost like hot metal<br> and that mungo summer of 76.<br> Who’d ever think up a plot like that..?
…Zoz bird and Katy bird<br> decided to start up their own<br> prattling house.<br> They arranged a party for the first night.<br> with very strict rules -<br> everyone had to wear a dress.<br> Jillyboots stood on the trestle table<br> collapsing it and all the cucumbo sangers<br> all cut in delicate quarters with a paper napkin underneath.
That’s when the two<br> start talking murder…<br> Barbara slips upstairs to get her towel on<br> and Redman’s feathered face<br> pops out from the toilet to check her out
<br> flatcapgamble…it’s not difficult but I’ll stick to the original, and who anyway could re-create Edward G in his shirtsleeves and those massively gnarled wooden houses in 44 America with real telivision inside.:bounce:<br>
Deep respect for those that enter here<br> at your peril as I am in pig shaking mood<br> and that could mean extreme discomfiture…<br> particularly if I don’t take to your name.
A simple slap on the back<br> followed by a steeled claw sensation<br> resulting in <br> awful persitent pain covering the whole nervy area of the back.<br> Control freakery mind games are the stapled desert.
You might be lucky though <br> I am only half monster
a diary account -11/01
A man in a black anorak<br> was pacing outside a coffee republic,<br> back and forth, back and forth.<br> So athletic were his fidgety movements<br> he could have been planting the stuff.<br> The regular city types inside, near the window,<br> became irritated by the unusual view and the<br> indecision of the pushmepullme <br> that they turned to the side to sip<br> as they might in bed.
He’d read the tooting guide but still felt<br> disenchanted with the grimes of the centre,<br> or possibly it was his particualr postion in London,<br> rather than simple location.
He could not decide.<br> Whether to go in at all ?<br> Or whether to risk the blase, uniformity of the chain ?<br> Or sneak in next door to the unknown Amici -<br> which offered far better, far richer views of the Adwych -<br> oh and the BBC2 building with its twelve feet fig-leaved<br> statues carrying a random torch – but the coffee might be iffier<br> and the service over familiar or tight ?
He settled for Amicis and the pacing stopped.<br> £1.40 was a good sacrifice for a large cappa<br> with a free paper napkin thrown in like a hat.<br> He’d bothered to mention the benefit of the continuing<br> existence of the small family enterprise<br> at the counter,<br> and he might have spiced a drink or been talking to thin air,<br> such was the snub – just a greasy flick of the head,<br> like a fly swat.
Of course he realised why !<br> Didn’t fit the matrix pattern .<br> An anorak in suit country,<br> Someone that engaged,<br> that spoke,<br> that dared<br> that..
sat down by the window on a ledge seat.<br> That being a seat that was under a ledge.<br> He was pleased to have caused a ripple,<br> right there in the centre of London<br> bang opposite the BBC2. <br> <br>
Sandyman you’ve drawn the lucky joker,<br> and I have to say,<br> your froth is<br> impressively staccato.
I’ll have a go at that gate
here goes
splat… :(
a bird stood on my window sill , pecking at my paint , cheky b………, I rushed out and yes m he left me a parting shot , oh dear this is not my year so far , steeped in bird poo , I travel on , as the song goes , things can only get better ……:cheesy:
rICKY
I also had a bad rick bird experience today – before<br> I hit the centre I was lost in space in a place<br> I had never been before – Willseden Green.<br> I was pavement walking and stopping passers by<br> I encountered a dark railway bridge.<br> I certainly noticed the bird muck<br> I could see a heap and nosed it – grey, rotting and foul and<br> I was surprised it had collected on the stone away from the road<br> I could have avoided it but am drawn to natural products and<br> I had a foul mood on me and for that reason ALSO<br> I refused to alter my course <br> I walked straight through it<br> cheepy cheepy twerp twerp, slip sliding away<br> almost on my dorsal fin
My equilibrium was only regained by revolving my arms around fawltily-like as a drowning man might and remembering quick the chicken shack back flip routine, for my flailing leg. I’m not known in the area and no agent signed me up.
Tat wasn’t all not that long ago
I forgot to log off in the cafe I was in just now so knowing my luck a nutter will be pimming JTS on my behalf :(
I also had a bad rick bird experience today – before<br> I hit the centre I was lost in space in a place<br> I had never been before – Willseden Green.<br> I was pavement walking and stopping passers by<br> I encountered a dark railway bridge.<br> I certainly noticed the bird muck<br> I could see a heap and nosed it – grey, rotting and foul and<br> I was surprised it had collected on the stone away from the road<br> I could have avoided it but am drawn to natural products and<br> I had a foul mood on me and for that reason ALSO<br> I refused to alter my course <br> I walked straight through it<br> cheepy cheepy twerp twerp, slip sliding away<br> almost on my dorsal fin
My equilibrium was only regained by revolving my arms around fawltily-like as a drowning man might and remembering quick the chicken shack back flip routine, for my flailing leg. I’m not known in the area and no agent signed me up.
Tat wasn’t all not that long ago
I forgot to log off in the cafe I was in just now so knowing my luck a nutter will be pimming JTS on my behalf :(
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