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Taliesin, our dearly departed.
Taliesin left this vale of tears after being set upon and whacked over the head with a bag of marshmallows by a self resurrecting woman and an ill tempered dragon. Said dragon is now being sought by Litnet members the world over and will be punished severely for this transgression. I will not, er I mean that woman will be dealt with as well...
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Kathycf sentenced to death...
On 1st of June, Kathycf was accused of stealing the unique photo of Mona Lisa. Police caught her in the act and so Kathycf was sentenced to death.
Poor Kathy, it was just a photo...
The computer just swallowed my post! *sniff*
-It was long, but to shorten it a little and give you the main gist...
Pensive, our dear forum member of almost 4000 posts, has departed from this world.
The authorities declare that her energy was finally exhausted after 7 years of ceaseless flying, and she fell into the Atlantic Ocean where she drowned.
(I will not tell you about the penguin who fell in love with her the previous year during her flight over Antarctica, or about the small boat that had tailed her for the past five months, or about how her body, which was supposed to have been lost, was found in a crystal coffin in a deserted chapel on the bay of Majorca, or about how the same small boat that had tailed her journey was secretly anchored on the rocks twenty metres away from the chapel, or about the revolver in the small boat, or about the strangely-shaped footprints that the cleaner found in the chapel when she was sent by the government to clean it up. I will not tell you how frustrated love can twist and contort. I will not tell you of the Passion of the Penguin. I will not tell you, since I do not know, that the penguin secretly worshipped Pensive as the sea breeze came whispering in through the window of the small brown chapel. I will not tell you how the better part of the penguin regretted it...)
Miss Darcy - Victim Of Hill
I am very sorry to inform you guys the death of our beloved, Miss Darcy. She was trying to be the King of the Hill but then I (Pensive) became the King Of The Hill and this depressed Miss Darcy a lot. She had no other choice but to commit suicide. Poor Miss Darcy, If I would have known that she was so much emotional about hill, I would have given it to her... Atleast she would not have been dead now... :rolleyes:
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Pensive's Passing
Heya! D'ya miss me? Shaddup! About dis here Pensy moll, youse know, da one what fancied penguins? You want I should shut yer pie-hole fer ya or what? Huh? Here's a tip, dis dame ain't comin' back dis time. Kinda crossed up de wrong moll and dat moll grabbed a typewritter and rat-tat-tat-tat. Capisce?
Just t'ought ya might wanna know. We gave her da woiks for a funeral, all nice and flowery. *Sniff* Gonna miss da little boid. Hey, what ya lookin' at, Mac? Ya like them pretty teeth? Ain't gonna look so good, ya keep starin' at me like dat, capisce? I done my duty. Let's get outa here, boys.
Desertedly Ghost Versus Amazon Ghost!
Pendragon, Desertedly Ghost was jealous to see Amazon's ghost and so he prepared to fight him with an army of ten other ghosts but Amazon's ghost who was a ghost of great understanding was already prepared for an attack and had already arranged an army of hundred ghosts. The war began and Pendragon was murdered by one of the soldiers in the army of Amazon's Ghost. Pendragon will be immensely missed. We will never forget his merry songs and sonnets...
May his soul rest in peace!
That should be "Dastardly Ghost", Pensy, m'dear! And I do tire of Auld Arrow at that. Hummm.
Unlucky Pen went swimming 59 minutes after eating his lunch, when everyone knows you are supposed to wait an hour...
Shoud'nt sneer at those old pearls of wisdom, Pen. :brow:
Kathy, the undying undead, shriveled into dust when she realized that she had made a grave, (chuckle), error. It was a cryptic, (snicker), miscalculation. She had written an obituary for the wrong person. Yes, our dear dead undying lady proved to be mortal, (hee), after all. The next in line for an obit was dear Pensy, not Pendragon, who had popped by for a comment. Kathy was, (haw), mortified to discover this monumental, (chortle), mistake on her part and so departed. Her last words were "Well, I never..." She will, of course, pop back up. (Hee-hee) They always do when they are done—in. (rimshot!)
Pendragon tries to be Poirot
LitNet Members, we are very sorry to announce the death of Pendragon...
The story goes like this: In his neighbourhood, a woman was found murdered. Pendragon tried to investigate the matter but sadly the murderer also killed Pendragon and left the note that whoever will try to investigate the murder of that woman will be fed to fishes.
PENSIVE SHOT DOWN
The murders of the elusive Pensive did not go unpunished. She was found pierced by an arrow, tangled in power lines. Eyewitnesses recall hearing a shout of "For PENDRAGON!!" prior to the attack.
Robinhood's encounter with a LionRobinhood was trying to hunt animals in Jungle but suddenly a Lion attacked him...and then what was seen by Robin's fellow hunters is very difficult to tell....Robin was seen DEAD with red blood flowing from everywhere...
Pensive, poor Pensive. Despite endless warnings about not bathing with the toaster (Pensive likes to multi-task and make her breakfast whilst taking her morning bath) our dear friend Pensive got sizzled amongst her bubbles when the toaster fell in the tub.
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The Haunted and the Haunter
And behold today the dead undying passed again,
Her raven locks against her snowy shroud.
She walked once more among the World of Mortal Men,
A pale, yet lovely face within the crowd.
No wrinkled hag, this lady of Undying Death,
But fair and sweet, with skin like milk.
The scent of roses upon her breath,
Her tresses fall like strings of richest silk.
Yet something cold there is about her cornflower eyes,
Something a little haughty in her walk and gaze.
They say the man who meets her sight always dies,
And whom she shall kiss, may count his days.
But the sun has set, and night has claimed her once again:
And who knows when next Kathy shall walk among mortal men?
Pendragon
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That is much too nice of a poem for me to devise your "exit", Pen. Person below me, please take up the slack and do Pen for me, would you?