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> Lil Stinker <anywhere@uwant2.net> wrote in
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>> WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high> wrote in
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>>> Lil Stinker <anywhere@uwant2.net> wrote in
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>>>> WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high> wrote in
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>>>>> Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>>>>> news:39q572pj2ofej762g8c41h4v2itif70unf@4ax.com:
>>>>>
>>>>>> On Tue, 23 May 2006 05:15:19 GMT, WingedMessenger
>>>>>> <Boy@Flying.high> wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
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>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> On Mon, 22 May 2006 15:41:56 GMT, "go||um " <easy@s.123> wrote:
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>On Mon, 22 May 2006 15:08:37 GMT, Mephistopheles
>>>>>>>>><no-fixed@address.net> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>On Mon, 22 May 2006 13:11:22 GMT, WingedMessenger
>>>>>>>>>><Boy@Flying.high> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>>>>>>>>>>>news:fq8372t129ocd5jfc5jkokaap3grj4p590@4ax.com:
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> Shan't be staying long. Just come for a quick kip. Over
>>>>>>>>>>>> there in the corner....always was my favourite place.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>> Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> M
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>So it's you hidden away in that grotty cardboard box labelled
>>>>>>>>>>>"Fragile, Handle with Care" with the odour of unwashed feet
>>>>>>>>>>>and unmentionables pervading the once clean atmosphere. How
>>>>>>>>>>>the mighty are fallen LOL.
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>Mercury.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>Hark! I hear a knocking at the gate!
>>>>>>>>>>Who is it that does roughly me awake?
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>Why, 'tis my dear gossip friend of yore
>>>>>>>>>>That brings me toasted tea-cakes as before.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>How the mighty are fallen, you well may ask,
>>>>>>>>>>I, that in loving friendships once did bask.
>>>>>>>>>>I have heard the mermaids singing each to each....
>>>>>>>>>>I no longer think that they will sing to me.
>>>>>>>>>>I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
>>>>>>>>>>Have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
>>>>>>>>>>.
>>>>>>>>>>'Tis one thing to be tempted, Winged Rider,
>>>>>>>>>>Another thing to fall!
>>>>>>>>>>Oh, shut up, Mephi!
>>>>>>>>>>This makes no sense at all
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>May Angels guide your path where'er you fly,
>>>>>>>>>>Where'er you post your several lyric tunes,.
>>>>>>>>>>Tis enough that I should spot you passing by,
>>>>>>>>>>As I measure out my life in coffee spoons.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>Mephi
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>It's hard to nap with my snoring, but if you can then more
>>>>>>>>>power to you.
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>-g
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> O Lordy, Lord!
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> This must surely be the biggest & heaviest single file that's
>>>>>>>> ever been posted in Smeagol since the place was built. I do
>>>>>>>> hope the floor holds up under its weight, for I would be loath
>>>>>>>> to end up arse over apex down in some subterranean vault among
>>>>>>>> the plumbing.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> And I never knew there was a song about coffee spoons. Well, I
>>>>>>>> best gird my loins & push off, & thanks to the poster. The name
>>>>>>>> strikes a bell.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Mephi
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>Talking about plumbing. On awakening from my oft disturbed
>>>>>>>slumber, and requiring a visit to the room often named the small
>>>>>>>room, imagine my dismay when I found a copious trail of blue loo
>>>>>>>from the cistern, down the pipe and onto my floor. There, lying
>>>>>>>in all its odd glory, I saw "a thing". OH, I said to myself, I
>>>>>>>wonder if that is Mephi, having fallen amongst my plumbing.
>>>>>>>However, after struggling onto my knees it was discovered to be a
>>>>>>>small piece of a washer from the aforesaid cistern. Steeling
>>>>>>>myself to raising my ageing self again to the upright
>>>>> position,
>>>>>>>I stood, with head bowed in shame, and asked myself, how could I
>>>>> imagine
>>>>>>>a broken piece of washer to be the renowned Mephi?.
>>>>>>>Shame on me, I thought, went to the kitchen, brewed, and imbibed
>>>>>>>that most luxurious of human traditions, a cuppa.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>Mercury,
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Why did you so inconsiderately mention a cuppa. For I had to
>>>>>> break off incontinently on reading it, repair to the kitchen,
>>>>>> switch on kettle & make some toast thickly layered with
>>>>>> Robertson's Silver Shred. ( Can't stand marmalade).
>>>>>>
>>>>>> As to nightly disturbances, they no longer affect me, even after
>>>>>> a night on the tiles, for I had the "op" years back, & as the
>>>>>> consultant then promised, I have since been pee-ing like a 12
>>>>>> year old. So much so, that when I hap to lay on a display in the
>>>>>> Public Urinals any users 6 feet either side of me step back from
>>>>>> the wall in panic for fear of being soaked by the splash-back
>>>>>> from my power-hose.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Stop it, Mephi, you are now regressing to the deplorable
>>>>>> vulgarites of said 12 year olds, which was not part of the
>>>>>> package! Stop it at once!
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Yes, I am at last beginning to get my money's worth back from the
>>>>>> NHS. In fact, their cash-strapped administration has asked me if
>>>>>> I'd ever thought of moving abroad. The audacity of the fellow,
>>>>>> when as a heavily-taxed smoker I am one of the depleted band who
>>>>>> finance the whole bloody set-up.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Mephi
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> Woe is me! The very thought of a marmalade butty sends shivers of
>>>>> uncontrolable delight down my spine, knowing that I may not
>>>>> consider the merest morsel. To Pee or not to Pee, that is the
>>>>> question, whether tis nobler in kidneys to suffer the slings and
>>>>> arrows of outrageous urination,or having a surfeit, to tie a
>>>>> bowline in the end.!! OH ye of tarred lungs, learneth thou not in
>>>>> thine dotage?. A move to far off lands would be a move of great
>>>>> value. For there may you be subject to the spells and magical
>>>>> potions of those of great voodoo knowledge. To be offerred herbs
>>>>> of great medicinal value, so that thy lungs may one again move up
>>>>> and down as do the bellows on the now extinct heated possession of
>>>>> the blacksmith.
>>>>>
>>>>> Mercury.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> But what of the poor broken washer? Is he to be left wallowing in a
>>> pool
>>>> of blue? Surely he deserves better.
>>>>
>>>> LS
>>>>
>>>
>>> The washer was duly picked up with great anger because it broke at
>>> an inopportune time and was verily plunged into the toilet bowl, and
>>> flushed into eternity by the rapid downwards pull of the silver
>>> handle. Abandon hope, all ye who enter my toilet bowl.
>>>
>>> Mercury.
>>>
>>
>>
>> Dispatched without so much as a simple elogy? Tsk...tsk...
>>
>> L.S.
>>
>
> AH worry ye not, for I didst make a speech of great regret as it
> wound it final way around the bends and into eternity. "Bugger off
> thou weakened object that didst cause the unwanted technicolour
> flooring of my spotless bathroom".
>
> Mercury.
>
After all, it did give its life in service to you.
LS
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