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I dread to think by the time you two have finished!

Well I for sure, can't think of anything that links those things in the slightest...apart from maybe the fact that they all can be found in highly populated metropolitan areas...

Women? (Me teeth, me teeth, but I only have six!)

Start an intelligent conversation and what does Ally do? (Nice girl, but just no attention span! )

I'm still trying to work out what connects women to sheep? {{{see it is true about Ozhobbits!}}}

Pettytyrant101 wrote:I'm still trying to work out what connects women to sheep? {{{see it is true about Ozhobbits!}}}

It's like one of those Riddle things, isn't it...

Knitting.

Or that they know to run away from buckie filled men!

Only the "nice" girls, the "good" girls don't, I've heard.

I like a 'good' girl. Advantage to a kilt is not just ease of access but you can't have chase 'em fast when they take off over the heather.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:I like a 'good' girl. Advantage to a kilt is not just ease of access but you can't have chase 'em fast when they take off over the heather.

Reminds me of something in a Benny Hill skit, about Ladies running with their dresses up and Gentlemen running slower with their pants down. (He was once the The Grand Master of my Lodge btw ). But you Scots have solved that problem it seems...

A policeman in a lodge what a suprise!
Whatt was a UK comedian doing sitting in the Chair in a Down-under Lodge? I would have payed to see his version of the 3rd degree! Hope they had the Benny Hill music playing throughout.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:A policeman in a lodge what a suprise!
Whatt was a UK comedian doing sitting in the Chair in a Down-under Lodge? I would have payed to see his version of the 3rd degree! Hope they had the Benny Hill music playing throughout.

Some of what you allude to is Secret Police business, Petty. I wil say no more.

That's ok. I am neither on the level nor a square! I have no vows to break, no oaths to repeal. But fair enough you do. And besides I prefer smashing down my own foundations and building anew.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:That's ok. I am neither on the level nor a square! I have no vows to break, no oaths to repeal. But fair enough you do. And besides I prefer smashing down my own foundations and building anew.

Well, we humble Illuvataran Worshippers in Our House of Fun and Games, don't go in for New Foundations, we prefer the old ones of Loyalty, Honesty, Integrity and Spanking.

I keep to the last one!

Pettytyrant101 wrote:I keep to the last one!

Then you may niot be quite as against our Lodge as first I thought...

I've been thinking, Petty. As I believe firmly in Illuvatar, I think I should start my own Middle Earth sect. Would you like to join? We would have to 'improve" on some of Tolkien's Mytios, to help it fit our modern situation, and add things for the betterment of our "Children" -"followers" that is - and I'm sure we can come up with some suitable interpretations to help things fit. What do you think? Of course, only one of us can bear the Scaramental Rod.

Maybe we could take turns with it?
And I would suggest an annual subscription to weed out the unworthy. After all those blessed with Illuvator will naturally be blessed with wealth, how could it be any other way?

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Maybe we could take turns with it?
And I would suggest an annual subscription to weed out the unworthy. After all those blessed with Illuvator will naturally be blessed with wealth, how could it be any other way?

Mm... wealth used to progress God's Plan? Is that it? I love it. Once we've nutted out God's Plan, we'lll make it our first priority -- collectting wealth to progress God's Plan, that is. You are surey Holy, Petty. Eru Bless you!

It's in the Tyrant blood you know. My great Uncle, Holy Wullie Tyrant, was a very devout man. Sadly it all ended in tradegy when he undertook a public buckie fast- the public stoned him to death for heresy. But that wasn't the tragic bit, the tragic bit was it was only a scam to win a pub bet, and he had a secret straw leading to a hidden buckie compartment in his kilt the whole time. Killed over a bet. Such a sad end.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:It's in the Tyrant blood you know. My great Uncle, Holy Wullie Tyrant, was a very devout man. Sadly it all ended in tradegy when he undertook a public buckie fast- the public stoned him to death for heresy. But that wasn't the tragic bit, the tragic bit was it was only a scam to win a pub bet, and he had a secret straw leading to a hidden buckie compartment in his kilt the whole time. Killed over a bet. Such a sad end.

You had me worried there for a moment --- a buckie fast! I thought, no wonder he got stoned - and not in a good way.

How come I always have leave to pick up my son from school when things are getting interesting here in Forumshire?

If God exists, I bet he hates me.

Bye.

Perhaps you could hire a random down and out to do it for you for the cost of a half empty can of beer? Thats what I'd do. (Well ok no I wouldn't, its a silly suggestion- give away beer! Hah!)

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Perhaps you could hire a random down and out to do it for you for the cost of a half empty can of beer? Thats what I'd do. (Well ok no I wouldn't, its a silly suggestion- give away beer! Hah!)

What? And you don't think I've tried?

Fair enough. Isn't their a NIKE factory or somewhere you could send the kid, you know so they are contributing to society by working 23 hours a day for a bag of peanuts. It will prepare the little mite for adult life.