All You Knever Wanted To Owe About Whenny Pistles
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Chiffy Adventure: Stave Two
Continued from http://chiffboard.mati.ca/viewtopic.php ... &start=120
So we bade our Singaporean friends a fond adieu, and headed across the Greater Indies for Europe. In Hindustan, a Roc mistook Daleforce One for it's former girlfriend, and pelted us with hailstones, but, other than that, it was a peaceful trip.
We landed in Brittany at 8:45 P.M. and began a long trek across hill and vale to the coasts of Zubivka. When we got there, we saw that a posse was waiting for us. So we turned around and fled.
We wound up in Rome, where we decided to lay low in the Vatican Internet Café. While there, Bloomfield made post number 2000. Something about the whinnying and the pistol wielding Scarecrow involved in our Australian adventure.
In light of the huge event we headed down to Sicily, where a huge wingding was being held in honor of Bloomy. Across the crowd, though, I spotted my estranged mother, Carolski, who was playing "Cluck Old Hen" on a whistle with a thumbhole. I nudged Bloomfield who began sneering at her. All of a sudden she broke into a run, and Dale, Bloomfield, and I started chasing after her.
"Look! She's got the Grail!" cried the Undisputed King of Internet Tinwhistle Journalism.
We rented some motor scooters and started scooting towards Carolski. Dale grabbed her by the hair of the head, and yanked it off. It was a wig! "Well call me Joey Heatherton!" Dale exclaimed, "It's Colin Goldie!"
"Yes! Yes! it's all true!" cried Goldie. "I wanted the Clarke all for myself! I'd have done it too if it wasn't for you meddling Chiffsters!"
"Hush!" said Bloomfield, "What's that I hear?"
"Mmmmf! Mmmmf! Ffffft!," the noises were coming from a nearby storage room. I opened the door, and lo and behold it was Brigitte. I quickly pulled the gag off, and Brigitte said, "He's innocent! I saw the whole thing. Energy hypnotized him with a large trout!"
"Where is Energy, anyway?" inquired Wisely. "He's in a cornfield, of course," said Goldie, who had been released from the grip of the Mesmerism by Dale's psychology.
"The question is, 'which cornfield?'" said Bloomfield.
"I know," said Dale, "It's the one where they grow the corn for the corn side of Crispix® brand breakfast cereal!
"Of course!" I said, enlightenedly. "This wasn't about whistles at all. It was about commercial interests."
We stopped by England, and returned the Grail to Norman Dannatt, its rightful guardian, then headed Daleforce One for America, and landed in the Crispix® cornfield, where we had alerted the sheriff, who already was reading Energy his rights.
"I'll get you Chex®, if it's the last thing I do!!!!!" cried Energy. "It was such a perfect plan, bwa ha ha ha!!"
"You'll be getting no delicious Chex® brand cereals or snack mix products where you're going," said Dale, "no delicious Chex® in jail."
This story brought to you by Ralston-Purina™, makers of Corn, Rice and Wheat Chex®, who remind you that crime just doesn't pay.
So we bade our Singaporean friends a fond adieu, and headed across the Greater Indies for Europe. In Hindustan, a Roc mistook Daleforce One for it's former girlfriend, and pelted us with hailstones, but, other than that, it was a peaceful trip.
We landed in Brittany at 8:45 P.M. and began a long trek across hill and vale to the coasts of Zubivka. When we got there, we saw that a posse was waiting for us. So we turned around and fled.
We wound up in Rome, where we decided to lay low in the Vatican Internet Café. While there, Bloomfield made post number 2000. Something about the whinnying and the pistol wielding Scarecrow involved in our Australian adventure.
In light of the huge event we headed down to Sicily, where a huge wingding was being held in honor of Bloomy. Across the crowd, though, I spotted my estranged mother, Carolski, who was playing "Cluck Old Hen" on a whistle with a thumbhole. I nudged Bloomfield who began sneering at her. All of a sudden she broke into a run, and Dale, Bloomfield, and I started chasing after her.
"Look! She's got the Grail!" cried the Undisputed King of Internet Tinwhistle Journalism.
We rented some motor scooters and started scooting towards Carolski. Dale grabbed her by the hair of the head, and yanked it off. It was a wig! "Well call me Joey Heatherton!" Dale exclaimed, "It's Colin Goldie!"
"Yes! Yes! it's all true!" cried Goldie. "I wanted the Clarke all for myself! I'd have done it too if it wasn't for you meddling Chiffsters!"
"Hush!" said Bloomfield, "What's that I hear?"
"Mmmmf! Mmmmf! Ffffft!," the noises were coming from a nearby storage room. I opened the door, and lo and behold it was Brigitte. I quickly pulled the gag off, and Brigitte said, "He's innocent! I saw the whole thing. Energy hypnotized him with a large trout!"
"Where is Energy, anyway?" inquired Wisely. "He's in a cornfield, of course," said Goldie, who had been released from the grip of the Mesmerism by Dale's psychology.
"The question is, 'which cornfield?'" said Bloomfield.
"I know," said Dale, "It's the one where they grow the corn for the corn side of Crispix® brand breakfast cereal!
"Of course!" I said, enlightenedly. "This wasn't about whistles at all. It was about commercial interests."
We stopped by England, and returned the Grail to Norman Dannatt, its rightful guardian, then headed Daleforce One for America, and landed in the Crispix® cornfield, where we had alerted the sheriff, who already was reading Energy his rights.
"I'll get you Chex®, if it's the last thing I do!!!!!" cried Energy. "It was such a perfect plan, bwa ha ha ha!!"
"You'll be getting no delicious Chex® brand cereals or snack mix products where you're going," said Dale, "no delicious Chex® in jail."
This story brought to you by Ralston-Purina™, makers of Corn, Rice and Wheat Chex®, who remind you that crime just doesn't pay.
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Ohh, typing it and speaking it are two different things. I think it takes a special sort of skill to type.Cranberry wrote:I'm curious on a related note...does anybody here type/speak Pig Latin besides me?
Here's my pitiful attempt:
heretay retay ixiespay niay ymay ocksay rawerday!
I have no idea if that's right.
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Iway ancay eadray atthay ustjay inefay. Utbay Iway inkthay ou'reya upposedsay otay addway 'way' otay ordsway atthay artstay ithway away owelvay, andway otherwiseway eavelay emthay aloneway. Iway ancay eakspay etterbay anthay ypingtay itway, ootay. Ypting Igpay Atinlay isway ustjay....ardhay. Oneway ofway ymay uniourjay ighhay eacherstay usedway otay eakspay Igpay Atinlay, utbay Iway evernay earnedlay uchmay omfray imhay.Ohh, typing it and speaking it are two different things. I think it takes a special sort of skill to type.
Here's my pitiful attempt:
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Tony, send the the $20 to Paul Reid. He made me the avatar! Whoohoo!Tony wrote:Bloo I stared at your Avatar for a really long time and now I have a splitting headache. Suddenly I have this urge to put $20 in an envelope and mail it to you... what's your address?
(It's no good trying to send me cash, anyway: the wardens go through all my mail before they bring it up.)Thanks, Paul!
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It is refreshing (but a little unexpected) to see the words "Bloomfield" and "Integrity" side by side. Or let's put it this way: It's a long time since I hear that one...Feadan wrote:I went to my daughter's class play tonight and inadvertently discovered where Bloomfield really got his name. I turned around and there it was on the coffee maker...
Cheers,
David
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Floombield,
Yank thou again for poor yost. Its clarity bade me meal fold enough to quenture another vestion: What do thoo yink about humb tholes on a whenny pistle? For the nee satural (on a wee distle, that is). Cust jurious. Don't want to open Bandora's Pox, though! Pum theeple sink the humb tholes wake a mistle too much rike a le***der.
TIA for your strite replay.
Avatar??? *flaps sorehead* I thought we were supposed to have aviators! Milly see.
Carol
Yank thou again for poor yost. Its clarity bade me meal fold enough to quenture another vestion: What do thoo yink about humb tholes on a whenny pistle? For the nee satural (on a wee distle, that is). Cust jurious. Don't want to open Bandora's Pox, though! Pum theeple sink the humb tholes wake a mistle too much rike a le***der.
TIA for your strite replay.
Oh, and laporvock:vaporlock wrote:Sool avatar, Tarol!!
Avatar??? *flaps sorehead* I thought we were supposed to have aviators! Milly see.
Carol
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