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sabbie
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fingers at the ready music on three... two... on... shit. wait. ive run out of gin and tonic... hang on...
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becclebee
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ha, while you are gone fetching the gin and tonic i stretch, fingers moving at the speed of light (or at least somewhere near there....
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sabbie
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fingers might move at the speed of light but the brain obviously isnt. haha, while i make gNt and you type, your icecream softly sighs and gives up the solid fight. 30 degrees at 11:48pm at night and somewhere, something has gone horribly wrong.
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becclebee
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and while you are getting the gina dn tonic, my finger are tyrpping and my icream melts into a misey of runny iceream and hard ice magic
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sabbie
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wait! i turn to find that shes sneakily tpying while im still blathering. youre cheating becclebee! nasty rotten becclebee... no bedding for you tonight
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becclebee
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hang on, no one told me there were rules!! if so, what is that background sounds, is someone else typing somwhere in the distance....
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sabbie
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sabbie thinks becclebee should do less sneaky typing and more checking of what she has writted before she hits the magic blather button. you get spanks for the typing, the spelling and if general gramma ever pops along he may well have apoxplexy
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sabbie
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MY rules. therefore a) they favor me and b) i shall win. i dont know why you are even bothering.
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becclebee
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becclebee does not believe in proper splelling, as long a the message is there, and as for gramma, she is in canberra fast asleep
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sabbie
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GRAMMA! GRAMMA! WAKE UP!!! you should see what becclebee is doing to your mother tounge! mangling it, blooding it and burying it in the back yard to rot it down to its very bones. bloddandbone might be good for the garden and the riotous plant life winning against the drought but i cant think that its doing anything good for communication
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becclebee
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i would nt say that i am burying, i am just making use of the fact it is alseep to make my typing in the blatheroff faster and more affective as for blood and bonee, that is stinky and very anti-vegetarian
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sabbie
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[you think swapping computers is going to help you now? nothing will help you now...] affective? its definatly affecting something. :P~ but if the reader has to wade through atrocious typos to get to the real meaning, if the typos are bad enough then they wont get to the fact that there is no real meaning. how very post modern! but i have stubled across your real game and if you dont pay me fifty pounds in new money i shall splash it to the papers for a fiver. dont think i wont...
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becclebee
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i know that you would but wot does is bother me? gramma will be up in the morning and if she looks over in this dierection, then she will simply shake her head, sigh, and think to herself, that she really shoudl stay up later at night (and by the way, in the mornign i might just wave her in your direction too)
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sabbie
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nono! dont point her in my direction! i havent cleaned under my fingernails or anything... ahem. you know theyre watching dont you... stand tall, fix your skirt. youre not going to show that midrif to god are you? he might blush, and you dont wanna see that... quick! here they come... .:whistels innocently:.
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beccllebe
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innocently/schminnocently you know they can see and hear and hang on, who are they and why do they have my midrif in their sights?
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sabbie
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i dont know! i djust dont know!! but i hear them. theyre in the walls the people in the walls draw charcol pictures of your belly when you are asleep. they then sell them for hundreds on ebay. you know youll never see a cent NOT A RED CENT!!! i'm their manager. i should know. ...wait. forget i said that last bit
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becclebee
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i guess the faact my bellie is worth money should help me sleep at night. maybe i should get a copyright on it, tha would stuff them, and hang on, who do you manage *glancing suspistiously at the back of sab's head* the people in the walls......
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sabbie
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i thought we agreed to forget that last bit... well, how else did you think i mange to find the cash to serve you the sodden leaves you eat everynight? you think these things grow on trees or soemthing?
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criptic becclebee
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i did think that leaves tended to grow on trees, but i guess i could be wrong. hmmm maybe it is time for more pictures....
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sabbie
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i blame that school your mother and i sent you too. private tution be buggered, you'll slog it out at the technical college like the rest of us. then you can work in the family cannery canning the neighbour hood pets for human consumtion. no more of these airs for you young lady... i ran out of gin again. hopful looks cast at becclebees brings...
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becclebbe
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"hopful looks" really i am tempted to go wake gramma, but i wont on this ocassion hopful looks in my dirction will most likely only get you a share in the now beyond repair melted icecream
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sabbie
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i cast those hopful looks away they dont get anything good. well, [checks pockets] ive got a shopping list and some fluff... wait... these pants only have on pocket. its the one i sewed on today, and all this rumaging has broke it. my pocket floats mornfully away on a river of white melted icecream and, really, did you have to put the bowl RIGHT at my feet? ugg...
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becclebee
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ok so pocket is it?! it has come to this a pocket shaped blather off challegne, here we go... in the red pokcet - nothing and in the blue pocket - oh dear, i think i should have thougth this through a bit more before rising to this challenge, umm gin and tonic anyone????
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sabbie
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you heartless, heartless wench! gets my hopes up about gNts, and i crane untill my neck is sore, but even though you went into the kitchen and back you didnt bring anything out with you. nasty wench. sighs. ok, so we go with the pocket. i always wanted to be the artfull dodger... hey becclebee! look over there to that terrbily interesting thing over in my batcave...
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becclebee
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sorry, my runny nose called, and i thought i really should move the icecream out from under your feet, sorry *tries to look remorsefull but a giggle keep jumping up and down* what, where, i dont see anyting...
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sabbie
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something else'll be jumping up and down in a second... bollix. dont bother looking anymore. who ever invented skirts with no bloody pockets? so, becclebee, trying to sound all casual and everything, where DO you keep your wallet?
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becclebee
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oh, well usually i... hang on a minute there sabbie, are you trying to steal my goldfeild library membershipo card *suspicious look* and by the way, "time for more pictures" have you got that bit yet?
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sabbie
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no, i dont understand, but im buggered if im gunna admit that to you, or indeed any of our panel of experts here tonight. so instead i shall say, bollix to it, lets go to bed. and one day i shall be on my deathbed and look back and hope like hell that im looking at the bedhead, cos otherwise those bars mean im in jail and i thought id bribed enough people to get me out of... ahem. i think ive said too much. shall we start again? it was a dark, stormy night three men sat round the fire. "tell us a story, jack" said one, so jack began it was a dark, story might... no! wait! i dont want to be trapped in an enless cirle of stories about groundhog day. someone, somewhere... GET HELP!
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BECCLEBEE
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pictures of bellies, does that help when are those pictures drawn what is happening then that is what should happen now, i agree and by the way, i think talking is cheating, that is my rule and therefore I WIN!!!! GO THE CAPS-LOCK FAERIE
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sabbie
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my caps lock faerie is a traitor becclebee is cheating i give up. note, this does not mean you win, i just clear the feild chainmail clinking, helms dragging those who quit the feild today have to get up and go do work early tommorrow. becclebe, you have been, as always... a challenge to work with. HAH! last real word goes to sabbie, everything after this is merely a directors commentary of what has gone before. sab wins
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becclebee
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sab dreams sleep well little sab kisses
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sabbie
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.:shreiks:. DIRECTORS COMMENTARY! YOU ALL SAW IT!!! sab wont be dreamin till she gets to bed. shoo, shoo becclebee faerie
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becclebee
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the becclbee faerie takes here bellie and goes to bed (although she hides a scetch pad and here charcoals under the bed for pictures of a sabbies bellie in sleep) good night fair sab, i know you too well kisses
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minnesota_chris
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I'll take beef blatheroff with mushrooms, please.
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minnesota_chris
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I just read that whole ... thing. You two must be the silliest people on the face of the earth, how fun!
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sabbie
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you know, i dont think me n becclebee are the silliest people on earth, minnesota_chris. after all, bush and howard think people like them after all. we're jsut good at enertaining eachother is all. you were very brave wading through all that. 'specially becclebee's bits [i can say that cos she wont be here till next weekend, and by then it will be too late to stop me pressing the magic blather button] im mightily impressed, good sir!
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unhinged
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sab email me
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unhinged
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or better yet, why don't you call me at: 330-941-6200 i'll be by my phone in five minutes. or just email me if you can't call.
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Doar
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Doar likes. Doar likes very much. *wonders when blather will take off again*
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3.1415
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WOOT
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