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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

tales of Mrs Moore part 2
for part one go Here

Where to begin?

Well there was the time was the time we stole Mrs Moores elephant beanie baby and held it for ransom (fact). Instigated by simon (life is square) who decided he liked the creature so much he wanted to photocopy it (dont ask). he then elected not to return the creature but hide it in a drawer behind the library desked, cleverly marked 'DO NOT OPEN! CONTAINS RANSOMED ELEPHANT' (fact). i was halfway through butchering the morning papers to make up a note for him when an advancing behemoth blocked out the sun.
"where's my elephant? please/c'mon" (she used those two words as if they are puntuation, a bizarre vocal quirk i never quite fathomed)
"i havent touched it!" (really i hadnt, simon nicked it honest!)
If one of the assistant student librarians hadnt noticed the incredibly subtle note on the drawer i would have been devoured on the spot most likely. phew!

Or what about when Mrs Moore went on countdown? (fiction)

"yes, erm.....i'll have a vowel," She boomed "and another, and another, and a vowel, and another, and a..."
"don't you want a c...."
"SHUT UP! ...and a vowel, and a vowel."

. . . .

"so what have you got Mrs M?"
"go on then."
"i'm not sure thats actually a word."
"yes it is! it's the noise people make when i eat them! permit me to demonstrate..."


As you can see paul and i arent quite right in the brain....

in Other news since my last post a whole plethora of news had descended on us, the pope and prince ranier of monaco shuffled off the mortal coil within days of one another, another merry old general election has kicked off (im running a sweepstake on when Prescott will next punch sombody). and all the kurfuffle about the royal wedding. nuff said. on that subject i say good luck to em, from what we hear charles would have rather married her in the first place, and its rather unfair to try and change the law so camilla wont be queen just because she's not that popular. What would they put down instead "The wife of the heir to the throne, on coronation automatically becomes queen, except Camilla Parker Bowles"? dosent seem likely to me

todays music: QOTSA-Little Sister
todays t-shirt: 'Thats not your last big issue and you know it, YOU TRAMP!'

# posted by The Prisoner | 2:42 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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