with marpel syrup, which is why....
Thought for the day
Percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% Percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38% ; percentage of Japan that is forest is greater than 70 %
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with marpel syrup, which is why....
Thought for the day
Percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% Percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38% ; percentage of Japan that is forest is greater than 70 %
...why you cry and why you lie to me...
...."I do beg your pardon" Miss M apologised, "it seems that I was free associating again. I've obviously forgotten to thake the pills that that nice Dr Watson prescribed."
Rummaging about in her commodious carpet bag, in search of the said medication, Miss M suddenly cried out in surprise. "Heavens.....
above how did that little blighter get into my bag ?? and those autonamons??
it musta bin dun by thuh trolls
"Bluddy Noora!" there was a shout from the corridor.
Just then Mr M came walking down the train corridor carrying a big bag of fruit, " fruit anyone".
Miss M though of some smart answer, but didnt reply, she just said "thank you Mr M" with a wry grin.
Then without warning the train came to a stop.
What the blazes?? said Mr M.....................
"What! is there a fire" said Mrs M
Miss M looked confused as she hadnt realized she had been wed to Mr M, so that what all that noise was about the other night.
Miss M had missed most of the other night due to too many pink gins.
She neednt feel awkward now if Mr M makes advances on her, she thought to her self.
Why hasnt he made advances yet?
Its the hat...............?
Strike 1. :D
Good on ya .
We dont need them nasties from the Rip.
Al :eek:
And with strike Miss Marples went sprawling accross the floor and landed at the feet of Dr. Watson.Quote:
Strike 1.
Dr. Watson stood up and grabbed by the throat and yelled "How dare you hit a woman". With that Dr. Watson ...
No it wasn't the hat but what was emanating from under the hat. Little did Mrs M know but Mr M was allergic to peant brittle....
Not a woman! A little Frenchie with atrocious grammar. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Grunt
"Sacre bleu! Explodeeng Frogs!"
Came the muffled shout from under Mr M's hat!
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Uncorrooct on sooveral counts! (Foor an admonistrarter you hooven't been peeing attoontion!):
1) Crabtree is not by any means little - he's well over six foot tall.
2) He's not French either. He's a pommy agent masquerading as a French gendarme.
3) There's nothing wrong with the bloke's grammar. It's usually immaculate. It's his pronunciation that's the problem.
Shape up, axewielder! We expect the best from you, not this sort of sloppy work! :p
A pooof of smoke rose from the rim of Mr M's hat.
As Mr M took of his hat, Mrs M poured herself another pink gin, which she almost dropped as she saw................
the twins riding past....
20 minutes to respond. You are slippng. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Driver
With the grim reaper in hot persuit...............................Quote:
Originally Posted by flea1607
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Good moaning! Yew soom to be seeffering from the soom priblem. That's pronounced sleeping not slippng! ;)
Pursuit?Quote:
Originally Posted by ozwinner
Hirsuite?
Ensuite?
Strike me pink (gin),leave Col alone, he's just feeling cross threaded.
20 minutes isn't too bad, considering he had to leave roger out.
err, where were we?
Oh yes the twins.
The twins were confused by the smoke emanating from under the hat, they weren't aware, of course, of the foil which...
... had been neatly wrapped around a tasty fillet of pink snapper and placed in the travelling barbie worn under his hat by Mr M whenever he undertook a long train journey.
"Gawd" thought Bluey "five pages into this story and still no mystery to solve."
"What exactly is the point of having Miss (or is it Mrs?) Marple aboard this train, not to mention yours truely, if there's no damn myster to solve?"
Just as Bluey was thinking this he noticed that one of the other occupants of the train seemed to lack animation.
On investigating further he could see that this was because there was a rather large dagger protruding from the person's chest.
"Strewth" excalimed Bluey, "this is more like it. But who would want to have bumped off...
the starter of this whole breakaway thread?
Could it be one of those depositors of unwanted faecal matter, one of those stars of cctv, one of those who offends Mrs thread starter?
Surely not, could it be a troll :eek: :eek: :eek:
But back to the thread
The grim reaper was carrying not a sickle but a froe and wearing a bowler hat ......
Thought for the day
About 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens each year.
Mean while in the dinning car were The Fabulous Whacker Boys sitting around a table planning a train robbery. Their leader Alfonso “Junkman” Auswiener spoke in hushed tones “When the train stops in Yarbles, I want you” as he pointed at Dick ‘The Pig’ Gruntofski, “to go to the engine and stick up the driver.”
The Junkman continued “Monquay, I want you on the platform with you pants around your ankles”. Zeed ‘Ape Boy’ Monquay quietly nodded.
“What do you want me to do Junkman?” enquired Emilio Gumboli
As they Whacker Boys were talking, in walked …
Bluey with Miss M and Mr M. Bluey spotted the Whacker Boys then exclaimed..
"Hands up your sticks, motherwhackers. You're 'arder undressed!"
"What?!?!" cried everyone else, including Miss Marple.
"Dammit!" said Bluey. "I always get my mords wuddled up when I'm excited!"
Miss Marple said: "Soooo ...."
Anyone for tea, or pink gin??
With that the Whacker boys..............................
...sexy, speak Russian to me you dirty boy,prrrrrrrrr.....
Hi большой мальчик, хочет получить пакостным?
Was the reply, everyone looked, where in the world did you pick up the Ruskie language??
At the Craporium of course!
With that Ape Boy pulled out his ...
Miss Marple started tearing off her clothes and moaning and groaning as she demanded that Bluey continue to speak Russian which was evidently pushing all her buttons. If it wasn't for the severe warnings from the axe weilding mongrel several pages ago, things could have become very risque.
But before she could remove any more clothes, Emilio thrust a pink gin into her hands and she regained her composure saying"...
то было близко, благодарит бога для розовых джинов.
Who is Emilio they all wondered
Miss Marple replied"Emilio вы имеете самый большой банан, котор я всегда вижу"
Which made the poor simian blush badly, saying...
MISS MARPLE!! said Mr M, restrain yourself, you are supposed to be the standard by which British women model themselves.
With that, Mr M made his way to the Boozesckie car..............
For the Ruskie inept.
http://world.altavista.com/tr
where several more members of the Whacker gang were hang out.
Mr. M enquired to the closest gang member "Is it true what they say?"
That i will end up tiddley if I drink enough Wadka?
The closest gang member thought about this for a bit. You could tell he was thinking by the way the muscles in his forehead rippled and by the fact that he kept clenching his eyebrows. How, you may wonder Dear Reader, does one clench one's eyebrows? Well, it helps if you have eyebrows the way Pamela Anderson has boobs, the way Arnold Schwarzenegger has biceps, the way Lance Armstrong has Tour de France yellow jerseys. Get the picture? The closest gang member was a beetle-browed heavy in the old tradition. Hell! Even his left ear looked like Charles Bronson.
Miss Marple noticed this as he replied to her question:-
"Will you end upwaddley if you drink more Tidka? Skertainly you will. Fifthermore even, you're not as think as you drunk I am," he said. "Dozvedanya! (Hic!)"