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Originally posted by rookie54Sir Allister, played by the well know thespian Thurston Fitzgibbon-Randolph, turned to the audience in a soliloquy and said, "I wonder if that A$$*#le would lone me his key?"
at this point an impertinent heckler in the audience cried, "get a room!!!"
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Originally posted by rookie54...and make lemonade. It hit Sir Allister like a bolt of satin. Why not use the horses to crush the lemons?
but in the act of dying, the moment emblazoned itz memory into the hearts and minds of all, leaving all with the sour idea that lemons, yes lemons, could be used to cure cancer...
26 Sep 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesUnfortunately something had been lost in translation and sir allister's associate 'winston flagle 111 had been arrested for sitting on the 'mayor' of chestnut town.
...and make lemonade. It hit Sir Allister like a bolt of satin. Why not use the horses to crush the lemons?
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Originally posted by kevcvs57After explaning to his honour the misunderstanding, Winston was released from the Chestnuttown lockup and sent on his way on his chestnut mare, Roasting, who was an offspring of Northern Dancer.
Unfortunately something had been lost in translation and sir allister's associate 'winston flagle 111 had been arrested for sitting on the 'mayor' of chestnut town.
26 Sep 12
Originally posted by Great Big Steesfinally after much deliberation it was decided that winston would place the lemons betwix his feet and she who must remain nameless would drive her considerable pig herd through his legs, thus crushing the lemons to a lemonady pulp.
After explaning to his honour the misunderstanding, Winston was released from the Chestnuttown lockup and sent on his way on his chestnut mare, Roasting, who was an offspring of Northern Dancer.
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Originally posted by kevcvs57Unfortunately Winston had gone to an orthopedic surgeon and had is legs "fixed", the result being a trip to the hospital for yet more surgery to have the lemons surgically removed.
finally after much deliberation it was decided that winston would place the lemons betwix his feet and she who must remain nameless would drive her considerable pig herd through his legs, thus crushing the lemons to a lemonady pulp.
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Originally posted by KewpieWinston lives in a "socialist" country and as such pays exhorbitant taxes so he cares, when it comes to hospital bills, little of the cost of hospitalization. As for his quest to find the pig herder...
Now lemonless, Winston is looking for the pig herder who caused him all that inconvenience - not to mention the hospital bills.
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Originally posted by Great Big SteesHis only clue was a solitary, and very rare truffle that the surgeon had dislodged from winstons lower colon during surgery. He believed that if he could identify the woodland from whence the truffle originated He would find His pig herder and His hearts desire.
Winston lives in a "socialist" country and as such pays exhorbitant taxes so he cares, when it comes to hospital bills, little of the cost of hospitalization. As for his quest to find the pig herder...
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The post that was quoted here has been removedSuddenly it hit him. There was a faint, yet familiar, odor emminating from the handkerchief that wasn't the truffle. Sherwood Forest, yes that was it, Sherwood Forest. In a Peter Lorreish way he said, "What was her name? Was it Greselda? No wait it was..."
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The post that was quoted here has been removedTo be on the safe side, he decided to try being all three. So with his bow in hand, a monk's brown habit over his lean frame, he stood at an intersection in the road where she would be certain to see him saying his prayers beside a small shrine.