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*clanging bells and sounding a klaxon*
THIS IS AN ANNOUNCEMENT:
MO REQUIRES SLEEP. DO NOT DISTURB MO. IN NO FASHION SHOULD ONE WAKE MO FROM A SOUND REST. YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THIS MATTER IS GREATLY APPRECIATED.
Apr 7 2014 9:13am from wizard of aahz
< Pulls out bugle>
Readies orchestra for last five minutes of Goetterdaemmerung...
Good pick.
1812 Overture oughta do it, though. Especially if we get Boston to throw in some terrorists....err...fireworks.
Wakes from a beautiful dream: *stuck on a desert island with a shipwrecked boat load of college kids and smart hippies - we partied all week on the beach and everyone, brewed out own hooch, cooked our vegetarian food on the beach with a homebrew solar power unit and cleaned up the island in the mornings so there is no trace of all the detritus of civilization washed up on the beaches. And on out last night we Jammed! -- on homemade instruments of giant sea shells and carved coconuts, which each of us will bring home as a momento-because souvenier is too hard to spell this time of the morning. And so packing up all out kit and using our solar homebrew setup as power, and a 12foot sail to harness the wind, we set sail for home- in the raft we made in-between partying and exploring the island. It's Saturday. The first time i have thought of the concept of 'weekend' in over seven days. I always feel optimistic first thing saturday morning-or maybe that was a mispelling-but as someone blows a seashell-horn, we push our raft into the deeper water, off the beach we had made our home.*
GOOOOD-MOOORNIIING! SAAATUURDAAAAY!
Hey you -- this is the Internet -- we properly call it CATURDAY.
Meow! And meow to all you hip cats out there.
Well a dreams a dream, it just happened. I thought of mocking the bronzed bikini clad girls, and was sure i would feel like smacking up a few of the hip long hairs who seemed to came up with all the good ideas and kept us amused by their stories around the campfire at night. But hey, the girls were like Godesses, and the longhairs had such cool t shirts. And now i'm back in the real world i gotta change all my online passwords and take a careful look at my bank statement, and keep an eye on my spelling before i hit the 'post message' button, and i'm fresh outta socks! Jayzuss!
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By the power of broccoli, carrots and celery: There will be no more messages in this room!! 8]
There will be no more messages in this room!!
There will be no more messages in this room!!
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Broccoli, carrots, and celery have no power over me!
Or did you mean to write that there would be no 'mo' messages in this room?
Damn! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! *Fizzle* *Spontanious Combustion* *just kidding <sticksuttongue>**Nurr-nurr!**<sticksuottongue/>
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