Swaehb! Swaehb!

[Beauregard]

Okay Beau, hvis du ikke giver os billedet med det samme, så svarer jeg ikke for konsekvenserne og du fatter ikke dette fordi det er dansk så jeg kan bare skrive og skrive og skrive og du vil ikke fatte noget som helst!!! MWUHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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,) ikke likedette (a Dentist's) fordi (ford) det (prefect) er(um) dansk(Denmark så (says) jeg (jog) kan (and) bare (bare) skrive (-unmentionable-) og with skrive (-unmentionable -) og (and) skrive (-shocking!-) og (and) du (you) vil (vile) ikke (if) fatte (fat) noget(headed) som (strudel) helst (time)!!!

In other words: Ok Beau, have you ever given us ballet, medium-rare, dances, say, Kermit owns your father like a Dentists Ford Prefect, um, Denmark says, "jog and bare -unmentioable- and -unmentionable- and -quite shocking!- and you vile, if fat-headed, studel time!!!"

 

[christyb]

Ok, let's try the English way. Beau, get your backside in a chair, place your fingers on the keyboard...and give us that picture now!

 

[Beauregard]

*tap dances across to where Christy is sat in the Swaehb thread. Leans close*

No.

*dances away again*

 

[JaniceFerSure]

Ok, let's try the English way. Beau, get your backside in a chair, place your fingers on the keyboard...and give us that picture now!

Maybe he's only fooling that he has the pic Christy,lol.Are we going to have an oath,to pledge our ever-loving loyalty to Steve?

 

[christyb]

The thought is still driving me crazy. We do need a pledge though. I can write, but poems aren't my forte? Anyone else in here creative enough to give us a pledge?

 

[Beauregard]

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 shifts into the moonrocks,
Smiles upon the sun, and blankets across
Ending with fire-like speed,
A match to the fire, a moth to a spark;
The days are gardened by one...

See, I could do yor pledgie-whatsit!

 

[redBoobergurl]

I'm not really good at that type of thing, but I agree we need a pledge! The best I could write would be:

I pledge my loyalty to Steve
If I meet him, I might heave
Then I'd have to wipe it with my sleeve
But I love this club and will never leave.

Ok, see it's horrible! Someone write a better one! Please!

 

[Beauregard]

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

 

[christyb]

Hmmm.....I like Beth's. Your first one...I don't quite see how that relates here Beau. Besides as a Swaehb member you have other things you need to be worrying about. Like that picture...

 

[Beauregard]

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?