Come on Robin, surely you've heard of Thingy. I've got all his records. Great banjo player.
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Come on Robin, surely you've heard of Thingy. I've got all his records. Great banjo player.
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Originally Posted by Whifflingpin
hahaha, thingy,
whiffling if you could be bottled and sold I would have no worries for eternity about taking care of my little ones out there crying for help
you are such a dear.(tell your wife to embroider that on your pillow case) :D
This is my version of the Todster. Todhackett:
Tod is made of marble and lives in a penthouse in Manhatten. He got it for rent for a fraction of what it cost the previous tenant. The landlady who looks like Barbara Streisand although unfortunately sounds like Mickey Rooney, dropped the price from two thousand a month plus utilities to only a mere seven hundred and fifty, including everything.
Mrs.Fractos doesn't really think muchof renovations so when the private elevator for the penthouse quit working she rented it as it and Tod, being the practical fellow he is, grabbed it.
It is pure luxury and the only thing that could be considered a bit of a downer is the fact that Tod has to climb the fire escape from the first floor up to the eightieth each night after work.
The upside of this exertion is that Tod is totally buff and has amazing lungs, the downside of course is that he is very tired when he reaches the top and always has to spend about ten minutes collapsed on a chair in his teahouse.
A really wonderful bonus makes it all worth his while.
Because Tod has a voice like a choir of angels and perfect rock bands all mixed together he of course practices every chance he gets.All the other tenants are so enthralled with his voice as he sings and climbs ever higher, that they hand him money from their windows as he passes them by.
So very soon Todhackett will not only have the money to repair his private elevator but he in fact is purchasing the whole building as well as Byblos restaurant and hopes soon to make it hit five stars. :D
Oh wow, why didn't I see this before? Thanks Rach ^_^ sorry for the delayed thanks... I really wish I saw this before...Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
Mil: a Crusader on a high horse with a cruciform sword raised--still, he has a squirting flower on his shoulder that shows that he can be fun-loving when he wants to be.
wow, your characterizations are so imaginative and full of detail...
I've "only" been on this forum for something like a year, plus things like what you folks mentioned usually escape me, but I'll give it a try. hehe, feel free to do this to me: :smash:
Scher: can be extremely witty, especially in her ironic exchanges with Jay. she must be a really good and patient teacher, because she always comes up with questions and points for fruitful discussion in the book club. she is able to see details but doesn't get lost in them. her questions are neither too trivial nor too theoretical --> she's the perfect Lit teacher :)
Xamonas Chegwe: from his posts in this thread it is clear that he's a genius... so far i haven't tried to pick a fight with him, so I haven't really got to know his "argumentative sod" side yet... somehow I'm under the impression that he's doing 1000 different things at a time but manages to juggle them gracefully and can't be bothered to get stressed out... heheh, I imagine he looks like Che Guevara, although I couldn't say why that is and he probably doesn't look like that at all. (no offense, I think Che Guevara was quite good-looking). i think he manages to explain his views in such a way that also those who are .... intelligent in a different way ;) are able to follow him
The Unnamable: he's Saul Bellow...no wait, Saul Bellow is dead.. he's an incarnation of Saul Bellow but with a 'courtly romance gone wrong' touch, trying to attain the unattainable and deliberately tripping himself over in the process. after he's tripped himself over, he looks for somebody or something to blame it on, preferrably the deplorable loss of values in modern society :confused: :D
Taliesin although he's only 17 (???) he must be at least 700 years old on the inside :) he's modest about his wisdom though
Xamonas is terribly funny.I try to outdo him,but his wit is far more sharper than mine.
you are most welcome Digi, I think the world of you.
JACKYYY
The Jackster, I shall just call him Jackyyy was made in a dark dank castle by an embittered ex runway model called Shelly. She had a face that launched a thousand ships but her guy ran around on her so much she began drinking tequila day and night and in three years resembled a huge raisen that had been left in the mud.
To avenge herself she went back to school and studied biology and a few other strange things like witchraft 101.
After graduating she took the remainder of her inheritance from her great uncle Bob and bought a castle in the perpetually misty part of the Himalayas where she got busy with silly putty, wire, surgical tubing, grapes and straw. The result was a devestatingly perfect imitation of her jiggalo Joey. He had straw colored hair that he wore long in that intoxicating Rohirran way and he was tall and slender and could rhumba like nobody's business. He had a bit of a problem with his teeth though and every now and then they would rattle together and make a jack jack eeee sort of noise which Shelly found very beautiful.
"Jackyyy" you shall be, my beautiful and perfect Jackyy.
Because the creator had fashioned her lover's knees from ball bearings and leather and stuffed the cavaties with newspaper Jackyyy learned to do fantastic tricks with them and would entertain Ms. Shelly for hours on end.
LIfe was perfect in that cold grey castle for the pair, the once gorgeous and still very swelte Miss Shelley and her perfect man Jackyyy.
Until the day she made the grave error of turning on her computer and playing music from one of the trendy sites.
Jackyyy having entered the room still bouncing large armchairs on both his knees stopped short and stared...and listened.
"Wha..what is that?" he stammered his silly putty heart beginning to pound in his fashionable body.
"Oh that, that is just a computer darling and it is playing modern music. That which we have danced to is traditional but this stuff is modern and trashy and ...I only listen to it every now and then.
Jackyyy was not listening.
He stopped juggling armchairs and went over to the yellow pages where he found information on beginners computer classes and another page on modern dance.
The last Shelly saw of her lover, the perfect clone of the first one was him hailing a taxi at the road below the castle and off he went.
She heard years later he had become a computer genius and worked to his hearts' content by day at his beloved computers.
By night he became the talk of nightclubs. He danced better than the best of them and the tricks he did with his knees made women adore him and men wish he would just go away.
That be 4 x Y, Dear !!!!
hehehe.... you realize, I have to return the favour...and so, this is what you do on your days off, eh! You could have written up parking tickets or recipes for the tacked up grandma hangin' off your larder door, but instead you're writing nice things about me,, awwww.
And... you have to guess what Y Y Y Y stands for.
well....on the very off chance that I should guess it correctly what exactly do I get as a reward, er if there is one I mean.
And I would have written one much funnier but I am too shy. sorry.
You'll receive, courtesy of MGM, Fox Kids and Forums Unlimited, your very own replica (Private Edition) 4 x Y vehicle - to drive over people obstacles seemlessly on your way to work. Incidently, the roof is sun sensitive, automatically opens when there is sunshine, closes for any other reason. So there you go.. well worth the guess... I guess.
I am working on a story that I will postumously post, where Raqueleleleleyeenya (can ya say that?) of the Salty SaltSprings (high up in the Bumpalayas) is attempting to save the World from a mountain animal that takes to a city, alas the city does not take to it. Its got a larder in it, so we'll have popcorn in the intermission, no worry.
Miss Darcy
She's a tall graceful image of womanly accomplishments,
With a gentle and somewhat shy demeanor,
Not at all proud like what some may say
She's a friend any austen fan would like to have!
Eh? I mean, wonderfull. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by jackyyyy
Eh? I mean, hmmm.... :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Robinhood3000
I agree you're a guy there, guy, but hear me now:Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
whatever "Chegwé" be, "Chegwïas" is masculine! 'Tis "Chegwïa" that is feminine. Perhaps "Chegwé" is neuter. Are you related to Additional? [Say, how come Conditional ate Additional, but she alone is a ghost? Did he forget his manners at death? That alphabetical story needs some TLC.]
Now, after an incomparable introduction of the one member called Xamonas Chegwe, let me say that his humor is like gold with a little ore in it.
He is a star and doesn't even know it.
His hair looks like a garden without a gnome. His ears guard the entrance like lions without manes. His orange guitar is always at hand, but never in the way of his way to his black orchids. He can often be seen holding a million dollars to his heart, to make the currency rich enough to finance the comedy that he gives away as a free door prize to his guests. He answers the door in every outfit one might see a dressed salad in, and he leads you to his room of encoded fifths and makes you to hear dolphins spouting notes of random perplexity, in the shapes of his repeating youth.
[Adapted from the book, Xamonas Chegwe For Dummies.]
You are clearly unfamiliar with the languages of the Catanna-Lemulan Comex, especially that of Hlele. Chegwé is actually an honorific, roughly translating as 'Scholar' or 'Learned one' and is derived from the verb Chegaw ('to have completed study' - verbs having built in tenses in this language) via contraction and the addition of the masculine adjectival ending '-é'. The equivalent female ending is '-ïas'; the hybrid ending is '-ïasé'; the intermediate ending is '-ïi'. These are necessitated by the complex, 4-gender sexuality of the natives of Hlele.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mililalil XXIV
There are actually four neuter endings, corresponding to the juvenile, sex-not-specified, animal and inanimate forms; these are '-ooso', '-ïoso', '-onono' & '-aff' respectively.
The '-ïa' ending which you used is, interestingly enough, an archaic, female, diminutive form, which was once used to refer to young females, or hybrids that were becoming but had not yet fully become female. It has not been used since before the Air Wars though; you'd be the laughing stock if you referred to any Hlelïas in that manner - they'd think you'd lost your sibillant tongue - which would ruin your chance of getting a date! :lol:
You really should brush up on your exo-grammatical skills. :nod: