Three Word Story Game (again)
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing
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You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
You'll Still Find Me At The Top Of A Hill
Please forgive the poor Grammar I blame it on my mobile and phat thinkers.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out
“In some ways, it is easier to be a dissident, for then one is without responsibility.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess
Suppose that this room is a lift. The support breaks and down we go with ever-increasing velocity.
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Let us pass the time by performing physical experiments...
--- Arthur Eddington (creator of the Eddington Number).
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet.
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!!
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!!
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully
Mick F. Cornwall
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone.
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone.
Have we got time for another cuppa?
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Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however
Percussive maintainance, if it don't fit, hit it with the hammer.
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Twas brillig. Monsieur Le Wiscarol jabbered whilst stroking his pint of Crowley's Slug Bait and picked bulls balls, devilled in Datura Nightshade (a yuppie aperitif). Rigor mortis stiffened, but declined to stand up. "Frankly, my dear, recumbent suits me," said the Butler rhetorically, winded with tomorrow, another day dawned. Slithy toves hit warp speed "och, cap'n she likes it, really - even Bonnie falling skies wouldn't stop the Auld Girrul now in Bucket, Hyacinth (pronounced 'bouquet'); anyway, she'll burst."
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however was silent but
Acid trip over, marshmallows pink-n green enveloped Lucy's diamonds on her finger, in the sky, like a tea-tray on the fly. Four o'clock ninjas, Mr Tambourine Man, who was Forever Sgt Peppers batman, aged 64 (Paul O'Tarsal metatarsal coming to watch paint being mixed with the remains of rain that dripped off his dropouts and lawyer lips plus the soggy).
Drip dried Dachshund's coats dripped slowly on the Aubusson, behind which Polonius was watching Laertes smoking a hamlet in the photobooth. The clock chimed but bad timing had stepped out the cuckoo's cuckoo - another fine mess on the carpet. Smell ?? You bet!! Sang The Who quietly and gracefully, thus surprising everyone. The encore however was silent but
Mick F. Cornwall