This is always the problem, when conversing with a madman.
naughty naughty SP - these Butlin holidays are doing you know good??
I like SWALK.
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I was at the edge of my land,standing with the ponies and about to go along the beach with them,when I suddenly thought “Hmm…I wonder if there’s anything on this planet as beautiful as Sweety Pie. I doubt it …” [well how COULD there be,other than gumbud in chiffon {phwoooah}
…then I happened to glance upward and this phenomenomenom was smiling at me. What you can’t see is the celestial sign,written in starlight,at the entrance to this magic staircase,that says “Climb aboard the unicorns;devoted guardians and servants of the Queen of beauty,Lady Sweety Pie”. Awwwww…
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Pugsie you charlatan ; prankster - you told me that you would ride on MY unicorn - I’ve been preparing it all week - washing it - creaming it? is nothing sacred !! Ignore him sweetie pie he’s been telling me he wants to ride on MY charger!! but I do like his lime green corduroy trousers and frilled peachy shirt - charge!! I must rescue Pugsie from the sensuous queen of candy bars!!
:shock::shock:
Huh Gummy Bear you are being kidnapped tomorrow.
Goodnight Possums.
oh lovely - tie me up real tight till me eyes bulge and me tongue hangs out?
Is that sexy ol’ gummybuddy into ‘French Golden Showers’?
OUI!
Ummm…don’t panic,Miss Sweetie Pie.
One was merely attempting that humour thing of which one constantly hears.
One has noticed many people resort to it it,so gave it a go.
BTW…one’s former wife resides in a far distant country,ol’gal.
[please don’t ask…m’kay]
OMG - I guess she didn’t like the ‘vampire ass’ technique too much? or was it just difficult with ya falsies out??
oh my god there is something definitely ‘poisson’ around here - I do prefer a “ballcuzi” actually the cocoa is absolutely delicious after 4 play!
This thread needs a “Deep Clean”.
we have just commemorated the ANZACS over here as I believe some of you would have in Europe too; including Turkey.
For a moment repose I found this rather poignant and chilling
and for those poor souls who still cannot get youtubes on their putters [and I think there is only one poor soul who keeps failing the test] I off you this morsel
Spittie, neither of us are mad, just sometimes too clever for our own good.
Savvy?
George Melly spoke of being chained to a lunatic.
Of course, the lunatic was himself.
We are our greatest enemy for sure.
Rather like two equally matched pugilists locked forever in fearful, endless and unwinnable mortal combat.
Deep innit?
Something to keep the ethos of leisurely scribbles alive 
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
Madness, is that when the body gives way to the will of the mind or the mind gives way to the will of the body? 
Confucius, he say “A wise man learns more from a madman than a madman learns from a wise man” But then who’s to tell who’s wise and who’s mad?
Nobody was as mad as me uncle Frank, an ex amateur fair to middling boxer, he used to think he was John L. Sullivan, he’d keep the brother and me amused for hours telling us all about his great wins in the USA, a Country he only ever saw in films.
I’ll light a candle for those poor souls later Gummy, I’ve to call into the church to see an old priest friend of mine, I repaired the silver crucifix on his rosary beads, when he asks me what he owes me I’ll get me own back on him and say one our Father and three hail Mary’s please. 
That’s one thing I’m grateful for being a catholic Pug, we were not allowed any “ex’s” One woman is enough for any man to handle in my humble opinion.;-)
A great story Solo, what a good horror film that would make, plenty of meat on that bone to work on. Most of the new horror films coming out are simply crap.
Agree there Jem as the best horror stories are always the true ones unless those Lurgan folk were just telling porky pies for the tourist 
a reference would be useful otherwise you could simply be making it all up!
The Legend of Margorie McCall ~ 1705 .