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Yes, well...that was going to be my second guess.

...if you have ever written rather dishy Mental pictures of a muppeteer...

*digs hole, gets in, puts tombstone on top* Christy, I am taking that as a compliment.

Meanwhile back in dreary England... Vibs and Piggy were getting bored. They'd rung, and knocked, and rung, and peered in at the windows. And seen nothing but netcurtains. Vibs: Let's check around the back Piggy: What, hon, think they're having a barbecue or something? Vibs: Let's just...

*unfolds on side* *unfolds another side* *unforlds middle* Close you mind....breath in through your mouth and out through your nose...picture... The rain is beating fast and hard. The night is lit by a single lamp, then another light strobes to life. A black leather boot crunches...

*searchs frantically* 21.47, Gladiator Steve..not that. 56.01, hmmm...thsi one's blank. Oh well. 42.9, Swim Coach Steve....let's not go there, shall we *hides picture* ...667.Z..huh? Z? Ah yes. That Z. *lifts hat* Ah ha! Here it is. I thought I'd hide it in my jester's cap. I had to...

I'm sorry. I was meant to be doing that...wasn't I. Which did you want again?

What do you mean, you don't see how it relates? That poem has the total aspect of every part of the true nature of a Puppeteer's groupie gang living in the fosselized era... And as for the picture *searches pockets* Oh, where'd I put it now?

Stevie, Stevie he's our man, If we can't have him, no one can.

*father piles the children into the towed car* Stay there. Oh,where's your mother n o w. *he looks across to where Mother sits with the tall gentleman with the long blonde hair* Oh... *she's smiling, and talking eagerly* ...I see... *gets into the car and waits*

I can do poems! Pick me! See, here's one of mine so you can see my style: The Daily Gardener, by B. Regard The day flurried into a snow drift, The night wore on like an old robe, A fork of distrust and dancing; Fights, leaving And flittted-birds gallop through stingy skys. A spade...

*tap dances across to where Christy is sat in the Swaehb thread. Leans close* No. *dances away again*

I'm almost back, I only have a few more I need, and I just have to get myself sorted and get some named, then I'll post a new list for your pleasure. I have a couple of new songs which I havn't seen around including one in which Bert falls deeply in love with Connie Stevens in his Mupet Show...

It mean...watch your filthy language young man! *picks up the twins and drags Vic and Kyle away from the campsite* This is no place for gentlemen.

But, of course, I know what it says. Okay (ok) Beau (me), hvis (have) du (you) ikke (ever) giver (given) os (us) billedet (ballete) med (medium-rare) det (dances) samme (sometimes), så (say) svarer (here's) jeg (thought) ikke (if) konsekvenserne (kermit) og (owns) du (your) fatter (father,)...

*continuing...* Beauregard stood frozen...well...not he didn't. He lay frozen on the carpet, having tripped. However, at the sound of knocking, he froze. A evil laughing was echoeing through the speakers of the computer...and the knocking was simply too much for him. He started to crawl...

Sorry to post twice...but not really... Pushing open the door of the taxi, Beauregard stepped out into the rubble of Bo's room. "This ain't right," he said. "There's no persons here." Beauregard had been the first of the Muppets to visit the set of the Hoobs in England, and that was only...

try...www.onewayuk.com

*father, mother and the twins step out of the woods* Oh, phew, we finally got here. Um, Kyle what's your Yak saying? And who is THAT? *pointing at beautiful woman* *to Mother* I TOLD you this was not the kind of place to send our innocent son. He's ony young, very young.

1. Nope. 2. Lisa, i FINALLY got you dollars, cents joke 3. Uh, uh. No way. 4. I'll look cribbage up on Google 5. Not happeneing. 6. *looks at dwayne, weeeeeeell, I'm no judge of men's b-s's but I'd say....hang on let me get the old SW pic out again..hmmm...well....I'll let someone else be...