Oh, Nobody has ever summed me up so well; thank you, Xamonas, for your image of me. It's just absolutely darling. :goof:Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
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Oh, Nobody has ever summed me up so well; thank you, Xamonas, for your image of me. It's just absolutely darling. :goof:Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
Are you imbibing at the moment Riesa? right angled bottom? You are perfect.
That was however hilarious. Sounds like a flower child gone bad wrong wrote that.An atheistic vegetarian, muffin loving cat eating flower child. how romantic....sigh :D
Once again, I repeat, he's a clever sod. god love him. (how come there is no smiley for sticking your tongue out!?)
Why, :p Riesa, :p whatever :p do :p you :p mean?
Scher: Former crew-woman aboard the H.M.S. Bounty.
I mean sticking your tongue out with thumbs in your ears and fingers wiggling too, or putting your hand on your bicep with your other fist in the air .... like clouseau....do you know?
Looking for this one, Riesa? http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/se...smiley-030.gif
Rachel
Since resigning from her post as secretary general of the UN, Riesa has dropped out of the public eye. She now makes a modest living renting her dreams to psychiatrists. Rachel was traumatised by being accidentally mailed to Burma as a child and still has a terror of stamps. She is a fussy eater and spends hours picking the seeds out of strawberries.
Her hair is dyed mother-of-pearl. She has ingrowing eyebrows and a detachable tail. People think she's Italian because of her marble facade.
Rachel won't let her friends down; won't even say why she hung them up in the first place. She is kind, considerate and 407 years old (in woodlouse years).
Hobbies include growing her own denim and fog sculpture. She is a great drummer and has played with artists as diverse as Marilyn Manson.
Xamona,
HOW DARE YOU READ MY DIARY.!!!(Good thing I ripped out the pages about seeing Xamonas as model at the Crossdressers convention last year. he lost because he wore two different types of silk stockings. He looked good though I must confess)
~tugs on rachel's tail~
Wow, cool! It really IS detachable!
M'LORD!!!! ET TU BRUTE!
Well I was going to leave off the great one and only Xamonas until this thread was quite worn because I don't know him that well. Although an image that is positively one of a kind is beginning to emerge. So I shall just recall the thoughts that have come to mind and go from there.
Xamonas is an important man that other important men call when they want him to locate down in the earth an oil well that will bring untold wealth to them.
He is a perfectionist and he grills his prospective workers on the rig relentlessly. He seems to them to be an ogre and only the strongest of the strong survive his interview.
On site he stands and thinks and calculates and then like a cheetah he moves into action and everyone is galvanized into a frenzy of movement.
Xamonas has a leonine head with masses of wild straw colored hair-sort of Einstein if he was electrocuted=that sort of look. He yells and curses and even trees and flowers miles away faint from fear. Beads of sweat fall from the faces of his workers as he presses them on and on and silently they curse him..
Until the moment a rumbling can be heard beneath their feet. In seconds a tower of rich black oil spurts lavishly into a surprised blue sky and his workers finish up and then the cheering begins.
The important men who have hired him laugh and clap one another on the back and praise Xamonas. They call him wonderful and later that night they and all the workers now dressed in suits and ties raise their glasses to him, the genius who never gave in to their doubts and anger at being pushed to their limits.
"To Xamonas the wonderful" they shout "the argumentative sod we love to hate. He is the greatest"
Xamonas's place at the long table in the exclusive restaurant is empty, he has not bothered to show up.
He sits at home with his cat, reassuring her she will live on as he reaches for banana free beer. Life is good he thinks. Very good.
Irish Canadian is a lily among thorns. He is clear water that has not a spot of dirt or impurity to mar it's lifegiving properties.
Because he feels so intensely this lily is often bent with sorrow or fatigue for his heart is worn out trying to please everyone but himself.
yet when he is at his lowest a faerie comes , tall and queenly, sent straight from the Faerie Queen herself who knows and loves this lily. The faerie opens a tiny locket of silver and extracts a single heart shaped diamond. this she places upon the lily who then straightens up and glows from the inside out.
The lily does not wait a minute but goes straight back out into the cold unfriendly world and pours himself out like water just as he has all the days before.
Not many notice except the gods who smile down at him and whisper to one another"he is one of us. " And each one of the gods,appointed by the ONe takes something precious from their person and places it upon lily when he is sleeping.
And he knows it not.But somehow from then on he does not droop, no not even in the scorching sun or parched ground.
Sorry! Sorry!
~changing into Bill Nye, delicately reattaches rachel's tail with copious quantities of duct tape~
Ouch,
that just may hurt in the mornin! But thank you from the depth of my heart.(I am so freaked out by the thought of wood louse or louses or whatever)
hahaha, I like this. However, I am sure I am liable to get annoyed enough to probably try and sink them!Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
Ok, I am going to attempt to give my descriptions of some of you lot:
Scher: Sits at her desk perhaps reading a book, but continuously peering over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses at the students in her class.
Jay: Is a guy (I know you're female, but with the name Jay a guy always comes to mind) he is constantly sitting in front of the computer giggling.
Koa: Sitting reading some russian novel in a dark room, Depeche Mode are playing in the background.
Night: Just one big Smilie bouncing through a library replacing books on shelves.
Virgil: Sat at a desk, blueprints sprawled out in front of him calculator in hand, and an unfinished essay on the problems with philosophy is the open window on his computer screen.
Willow:Willow is the character from Full Metal Jacket who wore a CND pin along with his Army uniform (name escapes me currently).
Rachel: Wanders around in poor tattered clothes as she has given everything she owns away to people "who need it more"
Others will be added when I can be a) bothered & b) think of them.