Are you sitting comfortably upon this fine candleday?
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Once upon a time, in the distant kingdom of b3taland, there lived a lovely little girl called Mrs Trellis. Trelly, as she was known, liked to go outside to play in the nearby forests. But her parents always warned her, "Never go near the old witch's cottage in the Dark Copse! Bad things happen there!"
(If you're scared, let me know and I can stop)
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(If you're scared, let me know and I can stop)
while out chasing butterflies and rabbits and an abnormally fluffy foxcub, Trelly wandered far into the forest. Soon, without realising it, she was lost! Sitting down on a fallen oak tree (or was it a horse chestnut? But I digress) she pondered her situation.
"Hmm," she thought. "How do I get home? These forests are gi-norrrmous. I know, I'll walk roughly back the way I think I came."
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"Hmm," she thought. "How do I get home? These forests are gi-norrrmous. I know, I'll walk roughly back the way I think I came."
But, unbeknownst to her, in her persuit of the fluffy foxcub, she had taken many twists and turns in the forest. Soon, the trees cleared and she found herself... in the Dark Copse!
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surrounded by twisted yew trees and a somewhat apathetic-looking birch that really could have done with a bit of sunlight and maybe a kind word of encouragement from the other trees, stood the Witch's Cottage. Its stone walls seemed to grow out of the very ground. Strange green vines grew up the side wall, vines that hissed and grabbed insects that flew past.
"Oh no!" said Trelly. "I've defied the laws of probability and ended up in precisely the ONE PLACE in a gi-normous forest that my Mummy and Daddy told me not to go! What are the odds... Still, now that I'm here, I may as well challenge the stereotype of the evil old witch living alone in the woods. Let's see if she's in."
Trelly, in a fit of bravado, strode up to the rough wooden door and knocked loudly.
"Hello!" she shouted. "Hello witchy! It's me, Trelly! Are you home? Are you a nice witch?"
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"Oh no!" said Trelly. "I've defied the laws of probability and ended up in precisely the ONE PLACE in a gi-normous forest that my Mummy and Daddy told me not to go! What are the odds... Still, now that I'm here, I may as well challenge the stereotype of the evil old witch living alone in the woods. Let's see if she's in."
Trelly, in a fit of bravado, strode up to the rough wooden door and knocked loudly.
"Hello!" she shouted. "Hello witchy! It's me, Trelly! Are you home? Are you a nice witch?"
Inside, a dim glow from a corner lit the cottage. As Trelly's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she saw, slouched in front of a small fire in the fireplace, was a figure. It stirred, incidentally stirring a spider that had taken up residence on its shoulders. The figure spoke.
"Come in, child," said the witch, in a voice so cliched it would make Uwe Boll weep.
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"Come in, child," said the witch, in a voice so cliched it would make Uwe Boll weep.
She walked in and looked at the witch. The witch looked back. "Hello, little Trelly. And welcome to my cottage. Did your parents not warn you not to come here?"
"Well, yeah." said Trelly. "Hang on... how did you know?"
The witch tapped her head. "I know a lot of things." Supporting her weight on a twisted walking stick, she rose to her feet and walked over to a rotting cupboard. "I was expecting you. Sooner, actually. I have a present for you." The cupboard door swung open before the witch even touched it. She reached in and removed a small wrapped bundle. "Here, child," she said. "Your great-grandfather wanted you to have this. When you were old enough."
With nervous hands, Trelly took the bundle and unwrapped it. Inside was a gleaming metal tube, almost as big as that personal massager she once found in her parents' bedroom. She pressed the small button on one end.
Instantly, a glowing yellow shaft of light appeared from the rod! She waved it about and it made a "Wom-wom" sound.
"Oh wow!" she said. "Thanks!"
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"Well, yeah." said Trelly. "Hang on... how did you know?"
The witch tapped her head. "I know a lot of things." Supporting her weight on a twisted walking stick, she rose to her feet and walked over to a rotting cupboard. "I was expecting you. Sooner, actually. I have a present for you." The cupboard door swung open before the witch even touched it. She reached in and removed a small wrapped bundle. "Here, child," she said. "Your great-grandfather wanted you to have this. When you were old enough."
With nervous hands, Trelly took the bundle and unwrapped it. Inside was a gleaming metal tube, almost as big as that personal massager she once found in her parents' bedroom. She pressed the small button on one end.
Instantly, a glowing yellow shaft of light appeared from the rod! She waved it about and it made a "Wom-wom" sound.
"Oh wow!" she said. "Thanks!"
"He was a great warrior," said the witch.
"Phhht. No he wasn't. He was a caravan driver from Burnley," replied Trelly.
"That's what your parents wanted you to think. He was a knight in the service of King Quentin, a hundred years ago. He defended these lands for many years, smiting evildoers and poking naughty people with that magical weapon. It's called a glow-pokey-sword, by the way. And the warranty has run out so be careful with it."
"Urrm, okay..." said Trelly. "So, what now?"
"Now you have to go home, hope that evil knights haven't killed your parents, then become a knight like your great-grandfather. Evil stalks these lands."
Trelly raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew evil knights didn't exist anymore, not since the Kingdom became technically a constitutional monarchy and all evildoing was outsourced to the lowest bidder. But, nevertheless, with directions from the witch, she skipped merrily home, trying not to damage too many trees and bunnies and butterflies with her new glow-pokey-sword toy.
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"Phhht. No he wasn't. He was a caravan driver from Burnley," replied Trelly.
"That's what your parents wanted you to think. He was a knight in the service of King Quentin, a hundred years ago. He defended these lands for many years, smiting evildoers and poking naughty people with that magical weapon. It's called a glow-pokey-sword, by the way. And the warranty has run out so be careful with it."
"Urrm, okay..." said Trelly. "So, what now?"
"Now you have to go home, hope that evil knights haven't killed your parents, then become a knight like your great-grandfather. Evil stalks these lands."
Trelly raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew evil knights didn't exist anymore, not since the Kingdom became technically a constitutional monarchy and all evildoing was outsourced to the lowest bidder. But, nevertheless, with directions from the witch, she skipped merrily home, trying not to damage too many trees and bunnies and butterflies with her new glow-pokey-sword toy.
Trelly returned home. Her parents were waiting anxiously.
"What time do you call this, young lady?" said her father. "You're late. Your dinner is getting cold. And what's that great big magical sword thing you're waving at the cat?"
"The witch gave it to me. She's not scary, just a bit loony. Says I have to become a knight and go poking naughty people and stuff like that. Can I be a knight, daddy?"
"Certainly not!" said her father. "Not until you've washed your hands. And stop taunting the cat."
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:21,
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"What time do you call this, young lady?" said her father. "You're late. Your dinner is getting cold. And what's that great big magical sword thing you're waving at the cat?"
"The witch gave it to me. She's not scary, just a bit loony. Says I have to become a knight and go poking naughty people and stuff like that. Can I be a knight, daddy?"
"Certainly not!" said her father. "Not until you've washed your hands. And stop taunting the cat."
Trelly thought about what the old loony witch told her. Was the mad crone telling the truth? Or had she just blatantly stolen the glow-pokey-sword from a passing plagiarism? She resolved that, in the morning, she would find out for herself!
So, at about eleven o'clock, Trelly bundled up her glow-pokey-sword, a sandwich, a carton of Ribena from the fridge, her favourite ragdoll and fifty pence she had been given for her birthday, and set off towards the nearby village. It was a short walk, perhaps ten minutes, but the distractions of butterflies and bunnies and a somewhat bored-looking magpie sitting on a scarecrow (which, oddly, was not alive nor willing to accompany her on her quest) ensured the trip took closer to an hour.
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So, at about eleven o'clock, Trelly bundled up her glow-pokey-sword, a sandwich, a carton of Ribena from the fridge, her favourite ragdoll and fifty pence she had been given for her birthday, and set off towards the nearby village. It was a short walk, perhaps ten minutes, but the distractions of butterflies and bunnies and a somewhat bored-looking magpie sitting on a scarecrow (which, oddly, was not alive nor willing to accompany her on her quest) ensured the trip took closer to an hour.
With a history going back centuries, Parpington sat astride the river Parp. Nobody knew for sure how it got its name, but suburban legend stated that the great explorer, Oswald the Flatulent, originally discovered the river.
Trelly skipped up the village's main road. She knew that if there was one person in Parpington who would know the truth, it wouldn't be the librarian, Barbie Rossa. Instead, she would ask the official village gossip, Waggletongue Katy.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:33,
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Trelly skipped up the village's main road. She knew that if there was one person in Parpington who would know the truth, it wouldn't be the librarian, Barbie Rossa. Instead, she would ask the official village gossip, Waggletongue Katy.
leaning on a garden fence specially erected for her use in the village square.
Katy took one look at Trelly, then glanced at the glow-pokey-sword. "Aren't you a little short to be an Evilpoker Knight?" she said.
"Am not!" said Trelly indignantly. "The witch said it's my destiny to become awesome or something like that!"
"Aye right. Go home, Trelly, and tell your mum that Mr. Daffodil the butcher is secretly a horse fetishist."
So Trelly, somewhat disappointed, wandered back home. On the way, she found a rather shiny pebble so it wasn't a complete loss after all. So, after washing her hands, repeating Katy's gossip and carefully putting the glow-pokey-sword away in her Toybox of Special Cool Things, Trelly ate her lunch.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:40,
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Katy took one look at Trelly, then glanced at the glow-pokey-sword. "Aren't you a little short to be an Evilpoker Knight?" she said.
"Am not!" said Trelly indignantly. "The witch said it's my destiny to become awesome or something like that!"
"Aye right. Go home, Trelly, and tell your mum that Mr. Daffodil the butcher is secretly a horse fetishist."
So Trelly, somewhat disappointed, wandered back home. On the way, she found a rather shiny pebble so it wasn't a complete loss after all. So, after washing her hands, repeating Katy's gossip and carefully putting the glow-pokey-sword away in her Toybox of Special Cool Things, Trelly ate her lunch.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
I am currently in the middle of a shit few days, and YOU have cheered me right up. If I ever have any money ever again, I will buy you a pint. Y'know, if you're ever at a bash. Or something.
Anyway, thanks :D
Yours Gratefully,
Trellis (Mrs)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:45,
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Anyway, thanks :D
Yours Gratefully,
Trellis (Mrs)
on your candle day Mrs T :( ...but the truth must out!
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:31,
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But I always always hated that part of the whole Crimbo thing. You're happy, there's stories of donkeys and camels and gold and frankincense and myrrrrrrh and then BAM slaughter of the innocents. No thank you, I'll keep my Christmas up to the bit before that ta.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:36,
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Those are the headlines, god I wish they weren't.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:42,
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I now have a purpose for next Easter, to nail a creme egg to a cross.
And put a crown of thorns on it.
And some tatty pants.
Oh and a fake beard.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:56,
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And put a crown of thorns on it.
And some tatty pants.
Oh and a fake beard.
Not really much difference is there? Strategically ripped-off pieces of the covering foil should do the trick!
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:00,
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My brain just read it as 'tatty shop' and didn't question why....
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:03,
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I was looking at that for ages before I realised it didn't say HE-ROO.
I was thinking "wtf is He-Roo?"
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:26,
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I was thinking "wtf is He-Roo?"
is what Bonnie Tyler was holding out for ...or so i am told
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:30,
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And the power to turn scenes homoerotic with his bulging man muscles.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:27,
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that if anyone has read my QOTW post relating to School Nativity Plays, I was not dressed like He-man
(although it may have been preferable)
/I chuckled at this image :)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:28,
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(although it may have been preferable)
/I chuckled at this image :)
I bet you made the cutest little He-Man.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:30,
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Look forward to seeing it when I get home though :-)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:28,
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I've been compelled to try and broaden my horizons. So this time I decided to try something that wasn't human or anthro and didn't have tits. So there you are.

Click for bigger (221 kb)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:07,
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Click for bigger (221 kb)
I try to keep my anthros with tits stuff off here. But If you want a link to some, then it's your choice...
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:09,
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For some reason I've got that music from Total Recall in my head... The one where Arnie walks into that bar.
Happy memories.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:12,
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Happy memories.
Have we passed that bit?
I swear, Total Recall is one of the movies I hated at first and then I watched it again and again every time it was on TV and it got better and funnier with each viewing. The bit where his eyes come out is the best.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:21,
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I swear, Total Recall is one of the movies I hated at first and then I watched it again and again every time it was on TV and it got better and funnier with each viewing. The bit where his eyes come out is the best.
I wouldn't be able to fit my cock in there if I tried
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:16,
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but I'm going to print it off life size, and hold it's mouth open with calipers
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:19,
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Celebrate with lots of cayke.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:19,
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but you have to *really* enjoy it :)
* Not having cayke access
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:26,
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* Not having cayke access
/running out of languages to say thank you in
Seriously, nice drawage :)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:22,
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Seriously, nice drawage :)
And you saw what happened. Unless you didn't, in which case I just decided to type it phonetically for those who can't read Cyrillic. Yes.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:38,
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Can you tell me how to do a thumb and then 'click for bigger'?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:05,
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where you switch to image mode when posting a new message, if you click the little tickbox it will do it for you automatically.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:07,
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Just spazzed back to see if you had read The Lost Symbol.
How you finding it so far? Pile of shite?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:43,
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How you finding it so far? Pile of shite?
We're not being portrayed 'all' that badly at the mo.
It's a pure popcorn book, it's like reading a screenplay summary.
Nothing heavy, not great writing, but enjoyable enough hokum.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:49,
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It's a pure popcorn book, it's like reading a screenplay summary.
Nothing heavy, not great writing, but enjoyable enough hokum.
I read The Da Vinci Code, and I thought it was alright. Certainly never gonna be challenging any of the classics, but as you say, enjoyable enough. Nice to get a perspective from inside the illuminati ;)
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it does take liberties with some of the 'pre-conceived' ideas of masonry,
and Brown tries to tie that into known facts about it, sometimes in a right ol' mash of ideas, which I found quite amusing.
I shall look forward to seeing the movie, which I imagine will follow the book page for page - be interesting to see how they cast Sato as well
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:52,
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and Brown tries to tie that into known facts about it, sometimes in a right ol' mash of ideas, which I found quite amusing.
I shall look forward to seeing the movie, which I imagine will follow the book page for page - be interesting to see how they cast Sato as well
And one of the interviewees, who was a mason, did tear apart quite a lot of the so called "traditions" that you all take part in. Much like the whole Da Vinci Code bollocks,
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:55,
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would it be on the iPlayer? be interested to see it
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:58,
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Gyles Brandreth did the interview too, so it was a bit shit ;)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:00,
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first result? a post on the David Icke forums :)
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:02,
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but it is really only a bit of Toapery. However, I did try and do a bit more on it, like making drop shadows and such on the original lettering to improve my skills and so I didn't feel like an utter sham. But now I feel really bad, cheers Yemeni :(
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:46,
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Seriously, it looks like one of those comedy books you see in Waterstones around xmas time
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:48,
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This one I did last night is my favourite, but it got like no replies :(
www.b3ta.com/board/9709650
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:50,
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www.b3ta.com/board/9709650
I always thought that they were really dangerous, but it turns out Aardvark never killed anyone....
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:47,
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at th other end there's "Feed your Hungry 5000 with just Cod in Breadcrumbs"
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:47,
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Turns out he has a Torn knee.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:49,
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it's about $20 per large pizza
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:53,
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You must buy one and take pictures and show us!
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:54,
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That's where that joke went.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:10,
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Back home the plural of euro is... euro.
I think Australia is very valuable, both culturally and economically. Plus you have Donna Hay, which gives you extra points in my book, or indeed hers.
It was only a cheap side-swipe at your currency, sir, and for that, I apologise.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:21,
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I think Australia is very valuable, both culturally and economically. Plus you have Donna Hay, which gives you extra points in my book, or indeed hers.
It was only a cheap side-swipe at your currency, sir, and for that, I apologise.
I can barely contain my grief. I'd probably do Donna Hay...
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:41,
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s'alright, lad.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:15,
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I've cried for days on end.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:06,
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*hugs*
Does it cheer you up that our music compatibility is VERY HIGH! now though?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:07,
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Does it cheer you up that our music compatibility is VERY HIGH! now though?
*pushes over in the playground*
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:12,
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due to the association with beheadings... and possibly spaniels
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:47,
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Is that like the one in Futurama you have to wind up?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:46,
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other than having a famous parent, isn't her career built on sharing files on myspace?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:47,
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she's suing herself over copyright issues and things look like she's gonna lose
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:38,
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I mean, who cares?
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:41,
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I don't get Twitter at all.
But it was when my national office started following me that really put the nail in it for me...
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:42,
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But it was when my national office started following me that really put the nail in it for me...
if I became an agent for the beetles
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:22,
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Click for bigger and 300+ more doofers.
And while I'm at it...

Click for bigger and 300+ more doofers.
*once from on top, then from behind* It's a b3taday treat.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:23,
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Gives me an idea...
EDIT: Gives up. I was going to turn it into a McDonalds
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:05,
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EDIT: Gives up. I was going to turn it into a McDonalds
And take this mint yoghurt, for it is my blood.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:06,
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and have some b3taday cayke:

I didn't get any for my b3taday this year, as it fell on the same day as my Dad's 60th, and I had to spend the whole day away from b3ta and being good.
On the plus side, I did get real cake. So that's nice.
/extraneous information blog
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:16,
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I didn't get any for my b3taday this year, as it fell on the same day as my Dad's 60th, and I had to spend the whole day away from b3ta and being good.
On the plus side, I did get real cake. So that's nice.
/extraneous information blog
I have no real cake for today. I do however find it odd that I've been a fully signed up b3tan longer than I've been married, although only by five days. I also wonder WHY I was signing up to b3ta instead of getting ready for the wedding. Hm.
/far too much extraneous gubbins blog
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:20,
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/far too much extraneous gubbins blog
but thank you for playing. :P
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:04,
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gah! someone on my desk has food that smells far too good. All I have is some apples. I'm hungry. Right... Time to get out of this damn office
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:59,
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Needs more boobies if you want to appeal to the blokes
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 13:16,
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Excellent work...but you missed a trick by not calling the magazine 'Halo!'
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Carry on, nothing to see here...
that's another one that took me far too long to get.
It's spending a week in America that's done it, I tells ya. I've caught stupid.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:58,
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It's spending a week in America that's done it, I tells ya. I've caught stupid.
when this compo is done, we need to forward the compo link to some of these fanatical christian forums just to see the reaction...
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:49,
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I think most religions have what I call 'the sinner clause'. If someone not of that faith has dialog with someone of faith regarding the complete lack of plausibilities in that religion the devitee much start shouting 'sinner' in order not to start thinking. The louder and more hate you put into these rantings the less actual thinking they have to do.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:55,
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I think he was the one that played the guitar rather than the anorexic one.
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:56,
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The complete shit storm it would cause should be hilarious.
We'll all burn in Hell (if you believe in that kind of thing) etc. etc.
/edit: How rude of me, woo to the pic
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:44,
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We'll all burn in Hell (if you believe in that kind of thing) etc. etc.
/edit: How rude of me, woo to the pic
Here's a quick bible history lesson you all might be interested in: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bar3GOzDNzg
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 12:47,
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Brilliant! You can imagine Moses thinking "for fuck's sake hurry up I'm struggling here!"
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Fri 25 Sep 2009, 14:10,
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"I think it is much better for the development and...eh...to inform people what they want and to get the easy way and so faster if they are looking for."
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