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2002-03-12

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Taffeeeee

Considering the whole batch of bull I've been spoon-feeding into this thing, I think I will start off and end on a light note.

The following is a note written by myself, Tara and Anneke during a very boring, as usual, french class. The purple is Tara, the green is Anneke and the regular font colour is yours truly. Enjoy!

I AM HAPPY ... u wanna know why?

Sure...

Not really, but I'm going to hop on the bandwagon and ask why anyways ... so ... WHY?!

I AM HAPPY B CUZ I AM A HUMAN (pronunciation: HEW-MAN)

You are? I could have sworn that you were Betelgusian. I am not human. I am a flying pig.

No way! I thought you were a penguin tree ... bummer ... I'm a half elf ... without the ugly ears ... ::drool:: Legolas ...

Yes ... Drool is the appropriate word to describe legolas ... I CAN'T TAKE THE LYING ANYMORE ... i am, infact ... a purple ostridge ...

I believe that it is written ostrich but anyway ... I can levitate.

Levitate can you? Well I can ensnare the mind, bottle the senses and even ... ::narrows eyes mysteriously:: put a stopper ::whispers:: on death!

I have sulfuric acid for blood.

Why would you put sense in a bottle, personally I find that being sensible is quite trying. Is it the sulfuric acid that makes you purple?

I live in a shoe. It smells.

Partly, i live in a sweat shop, and senses can be trying especially if your hypersensitive.

I live in a cave in the side of a mountain ... it's cool. I don't like shoes.

Are you dissing my house?! Grrr ... ::drool:: Legolas ...

*drools* ...shoes... *drools* side of mountain *lays an egg*

If you like shoes that's fine with me ... I just won't come visit. *dodges the egg and levitates to roof of nearby building*

Fine. I didn't invite you over in the first place. *makes and omelette*

No one has ever invited me anywhere ... *hides head in sidewalk*

You must have a drill tied to your head. You could come to my cave if you want.

Want some western omelette? The ham was sliced and put in the egg instead of folded inside!

*says something muffled and pops out another egg*

Why do you keep laying eggs? It's quite annoying.

Omelette anyone?

*comes out of the ground* I'm done popping eggs!! *stomps her foot a sound like an egg cracking on cement is heard*

Poor ostrich ... keeps killing her young. Yes, I would like an omelette.

There you have it. When we are bored, we are insane. That would be my conclusion.

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