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SpanishOmelette
23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

SpanishOmelette
20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

Mim
15 Aug - 18:03
sorry for slow reesponses on forum..I am back

SpanishOmelette
15 Aug - 17:48
Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

Mim
15 Aug - 17:43
“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

Mim
11 Aug - 20:12
“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

Mim
11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb


Mim
27 Jul - 01:37
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Mim
15 Jul - 02:38
here's to a new day xxxx

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27 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Great Earmuff
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sun 18 Jan 15
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18th January, anchored up, 2015, Squeewee lounged on the deck munching on a banoffee cheesecake. Squiglet sat with a coffee, sat precariously on the boom. They looked over.

They were outside Great Yarmouth, which Squeewee insisted adorably and worryingly that it was in fact Great Earmuff. Squiglet tried to protest, but Squeewee insisted that not only was he not daft, but also he was the prince.

Squiglet couldn't argue with that. When he did, he would usually end up being yelled at and then being pelted with damp sponges. It's amazing that they are on the same boat together!!!

Of course, Squiglet at one point got tired of this sponge-throwing system, and had pitched one of Squeewee's beloved Cheesecakes into the sea. The assault then upgraded to soya cream and wet sponges. He decided it wasn't worth it.

Squeewee sighed. "You know, Shquigyet, theresh a fun fair with a Shqueebrew shectshion over therw..." said Squeewee, tentatively raising his non-existent eyebrows.

Squiglet looked over. "Yesh, but you bit the dinghy when you  went a bit mad and tried to ushe it ash a cheeshcake, and it shunk. Sho we have no dinghee."

Squeewee stroked his imaginary beard. "Yesh, but there hash to be shome way..."

Squiglet grinned, his eyes twinkling.

A few minutes later...

"Kick fashter, Shqueewee!" cheered Squiglet, sat on Squeewee's immense belly. They had improvised. Squeewee was now floating on his back, kicking his legs, whilst Squiglet enjoyed a coffee and sat on his stomach.

"I'ww make you walk the pyank for thish!" murmured Squeewee.

"At yeasht I could walk the pyank!"

"Don't inshult me! You're daft, I'm greeeeat!"

Squeewee paused.

"Alsho, I'm going ash fasht ash my yittle tootshies can take me!"

"Tootshiesh? We have trottersh!"

"I'M SHPESHAL! I'VE GOT TOOOTSHIESH!" yelled Squeewee, kicking with all his might and splashing seawater into Squiglets coffee.

Soon, after a large amount of yelling, kicking and splashing, they were on the shore of Great Yarmouth(Earmuff). Squiglet was stone dry. Squeewee was soaking wet and attracted sand like a magnet.

The salt had also made him look even more crocheted. It was now hard to tell it was him. Squiglet giggled. Squeewee threw sand at him, which, no-one knows why, bounced off and landed on Squeewees chin, giving him quite the beard.

Squeewee slouched, and frowned.

"Here we are!" said Squiglet, walking through the gates of the Pleasure Beach.

"Eshcyush me!" said Squeewee at the desk. One of the staff came from behind the counter, and crouched down.

"I would yike an everything band, pleash. By the way, is everything avaiyabuw to Squeebrewsh?"

"Most of it. The roller coaster is."

Squeewee stroked his sandy beard and tied his band. Time to fly.

And so followed a fun and enjoyable day. They went on everything except the waltzers, which Squeewee said were scarier than the pirate ship. Squiglet scratched his head.

As the sun began to come low in the sky, they went to the gift shop. Then, Squeewee found a new purpose.

An Elvis wig. He tried it on. And smiled.

Spinning, he began to sing.

"I'm a hunk-a hunk-a Squeewee yove! Awwwww-yeah!"

this continued for an hour or so until he was thrown out the gift shop. They then kicked back to the boat, and Squeewee entered in his diary...



For those who find the writing unintelligible, it says "I have now decided to become a pelvis impersonator."





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