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| Thread ID: 109300 | 2010-05-02 05:57:00 | It was a dark and stormy night Competition | WalOne (4202) | PC World Chat |
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| 881956 | 2010-05-08 09:35:00 | Especially as Toby had carked it a few posts back ... | WalOne (4202) | ||
| 881957 | 2010-05-08 09:53:00 | Ah but the powers of reincarnation are wonderful. Toby being a true believer of Buddha in life had come back as Wolf in sheep's clothing and was even now being chased by a couple of Australians in gumboots whistling Waltzing Matilda. | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881958 | 2010-05-08 09:56:00 | Which Toby thought, was much to be preferred than wicked Uncle Quentin pursuing him with a tube of KY ... | WalOne (4202) | ||
| 881959 | 2010-05-08 10:01:00 | Battening down the back-posted Toby zombie, Capt. Supremo hurled Toby the wonder dog into a log peeler. Toby was very muted after his debarking and decided that cave canine was very much the best procedure, so provided to live a bit centerward of Nelson. (He was disappointed at Nelson's minimal column inches, being a dog of a marking kind.) Can a reformed zombie dog be living anywhere? Will the fabled sunshine revitalise a muted hound? Meanwhile, up the Great North Road, a giant swarm of radio equipped bees was moving steadily. Residents decided to tape everything, but they soon had their Phil of that moon Shone. Desperately the scribe sought an exit - - there - - > |
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| 881960 | 2010-05-08 10:14:00 | , the exit being further south on the Great South Road. This passed through Papakura, where... | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881961 | 2010-05-08 10:22:00 | with infinite Bee logic, they saw that they were in Papakura, not Pahpahkurah, so they immediately pressed [ESC] and returned to Henderson, safe from recalcitrant teenage South Auckland teenage geeks .. | WalOne (4202) | ||
| 881962 | 2010-05-08 10:31:00 | ...but were faced with the Westies instead, but at least they weren't armed with knives. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881963 | 2010-05-08 12:46:00 | A flock of Westies leapt in the air and raced toward the swarm of bees. All exhaling together, the flocking Westies spifflicated the bees with clouds of happy smoke. The bees got motherlessly happy, and so, no longer being sons of bees, were able to move east, where they discovered the Sugar Factory. Bonanza! Meanwhile the deflocked Westies were in a bit of a quandary - some had not released all the happy smoke, and with the non-traditional (for Westies) exercise, they had got a heap of happy into their alcohol streams. Some were unable to come back down to earth, and drifted about helplessly. This attracted the attention of a leading peer from across the inlet, the North Shore Mayor, who declared that random floating aerial Westies were a hazard to aviation and fully justified his opposition to the Whenuapai Airport scheme. The Waitakere Mayor offered some digital gestures and offered the Mayor of Toyland a free ride at Waikumete ASAP. (Toyland? The North Shore seems to have a boat on every second lawn that never goes near a beach, so they must all be toys.) But where is the ute? The Westies were fed up with being known as that uteless bunch, and were determined to find a way to evade the problem. They formed a new political party, rounded up a lot of kegs and had a meeting. Their have been quite a few proposals, many seconds, and it is a foregone conclusion that a lot of motions will be passed before the night is over. Motions? The very creek that Clueso was heading up in search of a paddle. Ducking under a grille across the creek, he detected the overpowering odour of Hippo doo. He headed briskly for the bank, but instead of a smiling banker he met the North end of a South bound Hippo and the aroma was explained. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, the hippo underwent a reversal and Clueso leapt into the air repeatedly. In honour of where he had been, the place was renamed Westie Springs, but in view of the hippo's contribution, changed to Westie Stern Springs. Within 17 seconds a dyslexic newsreader announced it as Western Springs, but Clueso was still up Motions Creek in dire need of a paddle. So legends are borne out. Well chewed and covered in Hippo spit. So where is the ute? |
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| 881964 | 2010-05-08 22:16:00 | A police dispatcher is at this very moment having a conversation with a small ute that is reporting itself lost somewhere north of Auckland, it seems to think it might be around Whangarai but doesn't really know. It also wants to report that it is sitting on a nice pile of bricks and is sans wheels. Clueso meanwhile having escaped the clutches of the evil banker who was trying to interest him in a loan at 0% interest with noting to pay for 500 years, then repayments of $4000000 a day + 2 arms and both legs in interest. Finding a paddle Clueso was able to raft back down the creek and out into the Gulf where he ran into a mild oil slick courtesy of BP and Barack Obama the medallist of the Swedish variety | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881965 | 2010-05-09 03:05:00 | Viewing an oil sick as immensely improving the water quality, Clueso dived in and dog paddled happily around in circles normally better known for their croissants. Deducing he had narrowly avoided a Ponsonby bunfight, Clueso clambered back on the raft and resumed his normal duties of avoiding volcanoes. He did it well. Meanwhile, the uteless Westies, never imagining their quarry had migrated North for the wildlife, ordered more weed, more beer and continued their meeting. |
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