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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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| 881966 | 2010-05-09 04:47:00 | While across the harbour, the mayor looked westwards past the pink sugar edifice, smelt the roses and absently mindedly (as some mayors are wont to be), watered a near by tree, all the while thinking how lucky he was to be in the right place at the right time, and go down in history as the last mayor of toyland. | WalOne (4202) | ||
| 881967 | 2010-05-09 08:31:00 | Over at Legoland the secret seven were holding a not so secret meeting about who should be mayor of the super city. Should it be Banks, should it be Clueso, should it be the reincarnated Toby or should they go with the favourite Winston Peters? Noddy thinking he was in with a grin meanwhile was chasing Alice trying to prize her form the grasp of the white rabbit. The Ute is happily sampling some Northland cigars or at least that's what he told the Police and PCtec when they caught up with it. The Pink Panther is left wondering why nobody is writing for him anymore and wonders why everybody is leaving the story | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881968 | 2010-05-09 10:32:00 | Well, (and this is where the story really starts), a bunch of fine, upstanding, always-on-the-level, spaceship commanders were meeting face-to-face. The traditional lament of starship commanders was being aired - why was it so hard to get a start in their profession? Steely gazes had been honed, uprightness was at a peak, kilometres of Lycra and Spandex had been craftily formed into deceptively simple uniforms, and resolve was at a peak. All in vain - there just were no intergallactic fleet captains required. Ordering another round of pan-galactic gargleblasters, Jim Church remarked that the people at WINZ were far from helpful, not offering a single appointment in the last week. Dr. Spock reported that a man with his capabilities should not be forced into an illogical activity like writing books about how to spoil kids and ruin 3 generations was demeaning, and humiliating. Mr Scott remarked that there was more money in putting a chain around your neck and doing dog impressions outside the Toyland council chambers than boldly going where no man had gone before (then meeting long-lost voyagers who obviously had been there, but apparently not before). "More grog gentlemen?" inquired Capt. Bligh, a man well behind his time. Capt. Fred Spoons, EPNS, was just about to accept a large measure, when it was whipped away by Major Dennis Bloodnok, Bottle Scarred veteran of many conflicts. Noddy shook his head saly, looked shyly at Spock and said you don't look like the other Bigears." "Copyright problems" muttered Spock from behind his hand. Suddenly, Prefect appeared, demanding that all present show their towels. It's no use, I threw mine in" offered Bloodnok. |
R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881969 | 2010-05-10 06:59:00 | "Aaeiiioouuu!" said Bluebottle. ""You idiot!" said Dr Spock,"he said towels not vowels!" "Oh, that is not fair, I always get the blame for what goes wrong" said Bluebottle as he exited rapidly left stage. |
coldot (6847) | ||
| 881970 | 2010-05-10 09:28:00 | Enid Blyton rolled over in her grave, the tombstone above had the inscription Not dead, just sleeping! Who the hell does she think she is kidding thought Bloodnok as he wrung out his dirty socks over her grave. First she writes some drivel about talking rabbits then about a group of kids and a dog, then another group of kids but more of them what is the world coming too? Meanwhile Capt Bligh is all at sea and waving a cutlass at Clueso out on his raft. Over in the new world Custer is making a stand against them Darned pesky redskins, his 2 sticks of rhubarb are no match for their arrows and he retreats into the circle he ordered made using yellow taxis, but have no fear John Wayne is here wearing a superman cape and blue tights (so that's why he was called Marrion) | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881971 | 2010-05-10 09:28:00 | Henry clasped Min feverishly as they rolled about the carriageway. Their hair, clothing and teeth were awry - they rolled, they heaved, they writhed. They had travelled in this manner for some kilometres. Min was beginning to enjoy herself, but I digress. Over a nearby Whaitakere Alp, a small car-like pile of quivering incipient failures, bereft of many parts hove into heaving distance emitting blackness from it's Lucas orifices - the Great Blondini was back in town. In the back, a white rabbit sipped a pink gin. |
R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881972 | 2010-05-10 09:29:00 | The white rabbit was from a particular story previously mentioned in this thread. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881973 | 2010-05-10 09:35:00 | The tattooed white rabbit was a sign of things to come. With it, one had the choice of the blue pill or the red pill. | bob_doe_nz (92) | ||
| 881974 | 2010-05-10 09:36:00 | The rabbit was unable to decide so enlisted the help of his friends. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881975 | 2010-05-10 09:38:00 | The group of kids, Toby, white rabbit, et al, collectively were awe struck. Not only have some people actually read this thread, but also, their faith in our education system was restored with the revealing that one of the readers was a recalcitrant South Auckland youth ... In the meantime, the intrepid Walone was still driving around the Whaitakere Alps trying to find Cicero and his way from deepest darkest Whenderson to Khmeu via Mountain Road and getting lost in the process. |
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