Tinned salad

Sep 07, 2004 10:44

Now is the autumn of our discontent, made worse by our qualficationings. The POPs have heralded our self combustion, flinging Youthful Harlot and Dame Lurch to another brothel of higher education; splitting our troop of merriment.

Alas! poor Ona, she hath been left behind; unmoved by the explosion she must flounder in the polluted sea of employment. ARRGGHHH!!!!

Our most reverred prophet, Che (second only to Alanis, of course), has made a visit to multiplexity. We, as good disciples, made a pilgramage to see his divine development- and it was good.And there was much rejoicing. Next, Castro (please! He rules, quite literally).

Happiness in the Looney village, we have just received (via our GTi, fuel injected emu) that Poseidon's children have been banished from whence they cameth, our pond! There will be a mighty feast tonight!

Now shut up!

Quotation of the session: "He looked surprised, displeased, alarmed; but with a moment's recollection and a returning smile, replied that he had formerly seen him often..." Jane 'bollocks!' Austen.

Word of the session: Obstreperous- why the Poseidon's children had to be banished.
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