... and that was some of the most fun reading I'v done all day!
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... and that was some of the most fun reading I'v done all day!
Naturally, we aim to please...troupe, take a bow!
Sorry about that. How much less funny would you like me to be?Quote:
Originally Posted by Ryduce
Glad to see you got your avatar back. ;)
It was a most troublesome search,but in the end I prevailed.
Was it encrusted with monkey feces?
Oddly enough it was encrusted with the imprint of the face of Richard Dreyfuss.
This is shaping up to be a most unusual day.
Same thing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ryduce
to get back on track:( I like Richard Dreyfus)
This is for Ryduce as I promised:
Ryduce is a time traveller and dresses in faded jeans, a black t and a long white shirt made of Egyptian cotton. He wears a backpack that can speak and breathe and they are constantly aruguing what books, phrases or autographs from favorite authors or thier works will go into the backsack.
Once after travelling back in time and getting an awesome signature from Fyodor D. who had just written the brothers Karmazov Ryduces' back pack became offended by Ryduce for telling him he smelled peculiar and perhaps it was time to invest in a new one. Bakki waited until his master was deep in thought about new uses for haiku and then quickly he threw out the new aquired piece of paper with the signature as well as sixteen others and a painting of Ryduce done by Picasso.
Ryduce fell into a faint when he was told that not only were these things not there anymore but had been burned by a troop of dancing gypsies that were gathering firewood for the night.Ryduce did the only thing he could in that moment. He sat on the road and kicked and screamed like a baby needing his nappy changed. That is until nabakov came into his view, handed him a rather questionably clean hankie and asked for Ryduce's autograph.
"What, why on earth would you want my autograph?" sniffed Ryduce using the hankie in a gingerly fashion. I am not a writer, I am only a kid..."
"Ah but I can see into the future my boy and I know you will be great, one of the greatest of your day." He handed a small book to the boy and he in turned signed it with a flourish, feeling rather better about things now.
"Er uh why did you come to me, how did you find me?"
"Oh I followed a trail of paper and was filled with curiousity as to why someone would throw away all those writers signatures. And it led me to you"
Much later when Ryduce arose from the dusty road his mind in a whirl Bakki turned to him and gave h im a withering look. "Well" he said fixing his little metal eyes upon the swollen ones of his master. "What have you to say for yourself. Obviously if it were not for my actions you would never had met so illustrious a person nor found out your future. What words do you have for me now?" Bakki gloated and puffed with pride.
"You are right and I shall pin a note to you saying as much when I throw you into the bin" said Ryduce absentmindly before making his way down the road to where he knew not.
Thanks Rachel,that was awesome.You get two thumbs up and a dancing banana :thumbs_up :thumbs_up :banana:
Glad to see you happy, Ry. Rachel made up for my screw-up.
Adil:::i think she is a young lady that admires the work of her felow friends. she likes to read books?? (just guessin!) and she is a wonderful rolemodel!! and is a helpful person
She??? Hi Samantha, you have got quite a perfect picture of Adil but "he" is a male. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Samantha21
and he is absolutely gorgeous, and that is an understatement.
Scheherazade
Scher was hatched from an egg in the Andes in the 14th century - it is not known what manner of creature laid it but rumours of a large, flightless cat are rife. Native peoples adopted the hatchling, calling her "Chuatxatocxsca-ptatl-ptatl", which roughly translates as "Sofas and chairs - half price!"; the significance of this is unknown. Her present name was given to her by Spanish settlers beguiled by her gift for never finishing a sentence.
Her prehensile, water-coloured hair and rainbow-hued freckles have brought her numerous modelling offers; but she spurns these, preferring to eke out a living by pre-chewing ice for the toothless (which she claims is a far more morally satsfying profession). She also made a large fortune in the 1950s by successfully suing soft-drink firms for using half of her name without permission.
Scheherazade has drawn many interesting conclusions, the best of which can be seen in Florence's Galleria degli Uffizi. Her hobbies include: Japanese Scrabble, miniature hang-gliding, smiling in an ambiguous manner, and metaphor-stretching. She currently lives in High-Dudgeon and has 14 half-sisters (or seven whole ones if you prefer).
Jon1jt:
He is nine feet tall and only wears fubu. He is leader of a literary gang, a gansta literary gang that rides thru the streets of the city on an suv they have altered so much that other suv's shriek when they see him and his home boys coming.
the J's voice is awesome, he can sing or shout four octaves and has been known to stop jet planes and turn them around with the sheer power of his voice.
The J keeps a book with all the words that everyone that he ever listened to said.
And he raps poetic about his 'victims'. those that are sheisters , those that are liars, those that are just plain jerks, they are all within his cool vocal magic.
Once the J saw a brand spanking new high rise, in the heart of corporate down town that he wanted to buy with his kazillions, just for the sake of taking it and making it into something else so all the white collared dudes would tear their hair out. He bought it and then rapped about his victory. And it fell down.
Then he gave most of his money away to the saving of classic books and moved to a tiny island with his girlfriend. one side of the island is spotless and one side is super dirty. But I won't tell who keeps which how.