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mibn2cweus | 00:15 Tue 01st Apr 2008 | Religion & Spirituality
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Since Naomi will not give me the ****ing key I have decided to follow Jesus and be a Christian just like Theland. I am ashamed of my past history here so I'm going to devote the time I used to spend on ab to reading the Bible. No question really because I no longer care about what people think. I'll get all my answers from God from now on thank you.
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Theland, Again You haven't thought the story line through to its logical conclusion . . . or have you?
Either way, we both die, I'm not sure I like this!
I mean, there must be easier ways to get Naomi and her hula hoops alone... Try settiing traps using wine as bait perhaps to start with at least?
Theland quickly delves into a tea chest full of dusty manuals, and after a few minutes cries, "Eureka," as he finds the yellowed crumpled pages entitled, "Logical Conclusions - The Essential Companion For Shakespearean Theme Days."

Theland still has three life lines, but cannot decide which to use.
Would this audience really be able to "Outbard" the Bard, or should he phone his aunty Nellie?
Hello? Auntie Nellie? Chris Tarrant here .... oh it's not Nellie, it's Naomi .... sorry about that .... anyway, I've got Theland here, and he's doing rather well, but he needs a logical conclusion to save Juliet from leaping over the balcony rail, and going, "splat" on the cobblestones.

Hello auntie Nell, should Mibsio A) Join the Foo Fighters, B) Pretend to be a Foo Fighter, C) Spread a safety net below the balcony, D) Go to the pub.
Did someone say pub?
There you go folks, a beautiful romantic logical conclusion as Mibs serenades China ............. mwaaaaaahhhh!

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That seals it. Really Theland! First a proctologist. And now, leave it to you to put me in David Bowie�s shoes, pants, whatever. I�m so beyond starting to get a complex. Excuse me but David B is not exactly my idol . . . particulary not in a romantic sense.

Watch out China. The way things are going Theland will have the two of us at the alter before you know it.
Your Mibsness, I do apologise if I'm mixing the wrong colours on this palette, but I am almost completely colour blind, as I have to fill in all of the numerous blanks myself, through guesswork.
However, D.B. is a huge talent whether or not he is your cup of Twinings, and as you know, non conformist, and a vanguard of surrealism - but manages to keep his feet planted firmly on the ground.
But, we aim to please, so do please tell me which particular musical artist, would fluff up your quavers and get your crotchets excited?
I'll be glad to oblige!
Meanwhile, you and China Doll make a lovely couple, and I can see you both round at No 24 with Naomi and her hubby, eating little things off sticks, and sipping wine as you discuss your collections of Capo di Monte.
Look at what I'm creating here!
.... will you still need me, when I'm sixty four ....

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~feblan/capo/ page46.html
Two hours of exhausted tossing and turning and just had to get up, I'm so tired, but so restless.
I'll crawl back up to bed later when everybody else is walking around with their hair stuck up on end, yawning and dazed.
Look at the flipping time!
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Mibs was getting tired now. The scrolls of parchment scattered across his candle lit desk bore witness to another sleepless night of scholarship and elucidation.
"The work must get done," thought Mibs, and he began to scratch away again with his quill.
The old oaken door creaked open, and Mibs' housekeeper, old Mrs Yardley crept in, smelling of floor polish and lavender water, and carrying Mibs' usual supper of strong cheese and hot milk.
She set down the tray, and lit another stub of candle.
Mibs sat there in the meagre glow, his long white hair falling about his shoulders, and the pigeon droppings on his old jacket seemed to dance in the flickering light, like some macabre sequins from a festival in Bedlam.
"There's some people here to see you," said the housekeeper, "A Mr. Theland, a Chinese lady, and a lush wearing a red dress, who looks like she's going to fall down and break that bottle she's carrying."
"My students have arrived," said Mibs, in flawless German, which was the one bloody language that old Mrs Yardley did not speak. Mibs could be so annoying at times.
"Bringeschme der panterhosen," barked Mibs to the astonished housekeeper.
"In English if you please, Sir," she retorted, but correctly guessing that to greet his guests, Mibs was actually going to wear his kecks, a habit he was not too keen on, preferring the comfort and freedom of divestment whilst sitting for lonely hours doing his research.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You're all completely - and quite deliciously - absolutely potty! I'm almost sorry I went to bed last night! Mibsio! How funny! Theland, you really ought to try writing comedy sketches, you know.
Well it is Saturday at last, and I'm really looking forward to the Colonic Irrigation party round at Chinas' place this evening. Is it good form to bring our own tubes or do we share?
Avon, Tupperware, Anne Summers, and now this. These themed get togethers are really catching on aren't they?
Good heavens! Naomi! Are you also an insomniac? Or rather, are you an insomniac also?
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Theland, I'm not asking that you pander to my idiosyncrasies, just that you respect my right to be offended. Be yourself and let me be me and we will get along fine.

David Bowie seems like a decent human being as far as I know but I find him (as well as some of his fans) to be overly engaging. Just let me know which side of the street he�ll be on and I�ll happily walk on the other side. I would prefer he remained at all times somewhere beyond slapping range, at least until I�ve determined that to be unnecessary.
My face is glowing as red as a smacked bottom with embarrassment for having possibly offended you with my thoughtlessness regarding your musical icons.
It was, as you can guess, the China connection that made me lazily opt for the services of Mr Bowie.
I shall search for a suitable alternative.

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