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the white coats came to fetch me. The next thing I knew I was sitting in this chair. They say I'll be fine 'in time' but meanwhile I look out of this window. The things I see you wouldn't believe! Why, only yesterday . .
Rescue the Perishing, which I once played on the Mighty Wurlitzer at Scunthorpe Working Mens Club, back in the days when a mighty organ was something to brag about. People used to tell me...
when I saw the cast of Glee riding past on a carnival float. I had a sense of deja vu, although they were dressed as pink elephants, and something seemed a bit off about that. I felt unsettled, so I got up for a walk and realised I wasn't wearing shoes or socks. The floor was lovely and soft, though. The walls, too.
head and there was the weirdest floaty sensation as my brains were sucked out. "Don't worry, Dear," Nurse said in a soothing nursey voice, "We will be replacing them soon with . .
.. you even listen ing to me any more?" I heard Nurse through a fog of other sounds - sounds that seemed to come from a great distance - and then there was a flash of green light and ...
.. I realised it wasn't my armchair at all, and I definitely wasn't at home. I wriggled my toes - why wasn't I wearing shoes? - and the most disgusting slime ozzed between them and began climbing up my legs. When it reached my calves . . .
the long discredited and mostly forgotten superhero, Mustapha the Camel , was planning a punitive spam attack on the Talkback forum, aided by alien life forms who...
*tuts* There is no place for a camelist agenda on this thread, TN. If you cannot contain your bile I shall have to ask Stan2 to eject you. *outraged*
...the long discredited and mostly forgotten superhero, Mustapha the Camel , was planning a punitive spam attack on the Talkback forum, aided by alien life forms who...
TB. Meanwhile, a herd of wild escapee wallabies, newly arrived from the Isle of Man where they had been breeding successfully for generations, bounded into view. "G'day Mate!" said their leader, "Any chance of ...
directing us to that town on the edge of the galaxy where Mustapha the Camel is holed up? He's mobilising alien life forms to take over Talkback, and the IOM Free Wallaby Militia is very... "
.. a straying lamppost and knocking himself sillier thatn usual. Staggering across the road he fell down an open manhole, landed with a splash in a mixture of indescribable filth, and said, ...
He looked in both directions of the sewer, pondering his next move, his stomach growled in protest - there were no cornish pasties to be found down here.
Electing to go left he carefully waded through the filth until he found...
...nothing other than the blow part of a bagpipe - and attached to it was the rest of the instrument. As Stan tried to make sense of it all, the skeleton suddenly sat bolt upright, put the bagpipe to its rattling jaws and...
...began to play. The tune was haunting, harrowing, like nothing Stan had heard before. He turned and fled, crashing through the tide of slop without a second thought. Finding a ladder he climbed like his life depended on it - no, he knew his life depended on it. Reaching the top he heaved at the manhole cover above him, pushing it aside. Climbing out of the sewer he found himself in...
.. the path of a double-decker bus. With the bony hand scrabbling at his ankles and the huge front grille of the bus approaching, there was only one thing he could do -
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"I'm your birthday present," he announced in a strange accent, and began to ..
The next thing I knew I was sitting in this chair. They say I'll be fine 'in time' but meanwhile I look out of this window. The things I see you wouldn't believe! Why, only yesterday . .
"Wait up!" I shouted. "I want you to...
Then I noticed...
I wriggled my toes - why wasn't I wearing shoes? - and the most disgusting slime ozzed between them and began climbing up my legs. When it reached my calves . . .
There is no place for a camelist agenda on this thread, TN. If you cannot contain your bile I shall have to ask Stan2 to eject you.
*outraged*
...the long discredited and mostly forgotten superhero, Mustapha the Camel , was planning a punitive spam attack on the Talkback forum, aided by alien life forms who...
Snail! Just because you've reached the grand old age of 78 there's no need to get the hump with every damn thread!
*puts hands on hips and sighs heavily*
Write your own bluddy stories then.
Mustapha's too good for TB anyway.
He looked in both directions of the sewer, pondering his next move, his stomach growled in protest - there were no cornish pasties to be found down here.
Electing to go left he carefully waded through the filth until he found...
With the bony hand scrabbling at his ankles and the huge front grille of the bus approaching, there was only one thing he could do -