Hello Miles!

 LB>> Well I got you one on the other side of Heather...and Phil is on
 LB>> the other side.  You'll all get along just fine...  :)
 MM> Oh goody.

 MM> My last abode was abysmal.

 MM> The neighbours kept banging on the walls all night, made worse by
 MM> fools hammering on the floor and ceiling while naughty nitwits
 MM> kicked at the door.

 MM> All night long,  and SO LOUDLY I could hardly hear the melody of
 MM> the `Lament' I was rehearsing on my bagpipes...

Can you play Reeky Martins music on the bagpipes?  Heather broke all my Reeky
cd's.  :-/

 LB>> One can still plunder it without wearing one...

 MM> But I'm a hacker !  Look, I bought my own chainsaw  can tell that no-one's going to ask me to play>.

I'll play, as long as I can use by bow & arrow and hockey stick.

 LB>> Don't know about that...it's a splendid device that you wear on
 LB>> your head and hope you don't loose all your hair by the thrid
 LB>> hit/jolt.

 MM> Oh ... they put one of those on my collar to stop me barking...

That's cruel...this is much better, trust me!

 MM>> Strait up ?
 LB>> What, you want it on the rocks?

 MM> With a stick, please ... I'll soon curvulate your straight jacket.
 MM> Turn it round, lengthen the sleeves and decorate it with straps
 MM> and locks and - Bingo !,  a genuine Straitjacket fit for any
 MM> Asylum...

Are you a tailor?

 MM>> Goodo - I'm more fowl than fish, actually...
 LB>> I'm so hungry at the moment I'll take either!

 MM> Mmmm ... don't have any cannibal relations in Germany, do you ?

Not since I last looked.

 MM>> :-(
 LB>> If you stand on your head you can make that frown turn into a
 LB>> smile you know.

 MM> I fear that when I stand on my head, it takes ages for the
 MM> bootprints on my nose and cheeks to heal...

psssst....take your shoes off next time...

 MM> :-(

:)



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