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

SpanishOmelette
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NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

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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
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“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

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“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
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38 - The Squeewee Chronicles - A Whole New King!
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Tue 08 Mar 16
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On the 11th of April, 12 AM, there was an avid rush of excitement. All of the Squeebrews in the house where dashing around the house to grab luggage and pack.

Why was this so?

Well, it might be useful to know that by Squeebrew tradition, that the moment a Squeewee gets  Ph.D in any form, he becomes the king. And the moment he becomes royalty, he can choose his own name.

Well, on April 12th, he will have finished his course and be attending his coronation. A time of great happiness and tradition, all Squeebrews must attend, from all over the world.

And each government where the Squeebrew resides is obliged to provide each Squeebrew with enough money to attend.

Squeewee 1 was surprisingly young to receive his Squee.hD. Only 39, the equivalent of about 15. His father, King Squeeven, was only 72.

And now, airports, coaches, boats, and all sorts of transport filled with Squeebrews of all kinds, filled with exotic Squeebrew conversation.

It should also be noted, as a fun fact, the prince of the Squeebrews is always named Squeewee, until they are crowned. That means there have been thousands of Squeewees throughout history.

So, all were preparing for the big day. But our attention turns to 4 in particular, in the Beechomp home. They are Squeewee 13, Squiglet, Squinjamin and Squoobloo.

"Oh, to think, I wash cyoned from him!" giggled out Squeewee 13.

"I shtood by him every moment! I shayled him fromh Isheyand!" exclaimed Squiglet.

"He found me by the black water..." murmured Squoobloo.

"He yet me teachsh Shweedish!" said Squinjamin

And they headed off in a Squaxi, to Heathrow airport.

After stepping on a flight to Pulkovo Airport, St. Petersburg, they decided to sleep for a while. Squiglet stared out the window while Squoobloo ate more and more complementary peanuts.

After arriving at about 8PM, they got onto a coach leading to Novorosslysk, and slept even more.

When they eventually got there (a very long journey!), they popped onto a ferry and headed off to Isqueel. By about 8AM, they were there.

Finding their place with the other 574 Squeewees, they talked amongst themselves until the ceremony began.

The ceremony began by King Squeeven ascending the 75 steps up the 7-foot staircase, and sitting on the throne. Two servants stepped forward with two domino jars, obviously full.

King Squeeven turned to the first, saluted, and took his jar. Turning right to the other, he saluted and took the other jar.

Removing his cape, he draped it over the throne. Crouching onto his knees, he silently relating a prayer, and dipped his paws in the jars. He then pushed over the jars, beetroot juice pouring over the gigantic staircase.

The avid audience cheered as they saw Squeewee begin to ascend from the palace, himself covered in beetroot. Step by step, he filled with pride. As he ascended, he also bowed his head in prayer.

Two servants followed, one on the right holding a jar and the other 2 small boxes. They ascended at the same rate.

Meanwhile, the King raised the jars again, and gave them back to the servants, saluting as he did so. He then walked in a circular motion to the back of the throne, and lifted a small chunk of beetroot.

Squeewee reached the top of the staircase, and turned, raising his arms and nose. The crowd cheered his name - "Squeewee! Squeewee!"

A servant took his jar that he had just carried up the stairs, turned behind Squeewee, and chucked his jar of lukewarm water over him.

Squeewee bowed his head, and walked steadily backwards into the seat. Two servants came to the top of the stairs, one bearing a hammer and one a bowl. The king came forwards with his chunk of beetroot, and placed it in the bowl.

One servant supported the bowl (a Spreedoo) and the other servant (a small purple Squeebrew) grabbed his hammer, and smashed open the beetroot chunk. The juice flowed.

The King took the bowl again, and came round the other side of the throne. The two servants walked to each side of the room, and then came down the stairs.

The King raised a seive, and then poured over the beetroot chunks and juice. Only the juice dripped through. He then ate the chunks. Walking to the top of the stairs, he declared;

"MY SHON ISH NO YONGER DAFT!"

The audience leaped around and danced, extremely happy.

Then, he took the two boxes that were carried up, and came behind the throne. Saying a prayer, he then opened the first. It was a gingerbread crown. He placed it on Squeewees head.

Squeewee exclaimed his gratitude, and then removed the candy headwear, and then devoured it. And then, the King opened the second.

"In the name of the Beetroot and Cheesecake, that saved us from our oppressors before, so you shaww shave ush from whatever threatensh, and may beetroot not grow mould!"

And with that, he placed on the crown, blessed the cape, and placed it upon him. He came to the top of the stairs.

"MY SHONH ISH KINGH!" he yelled, and the Squeebrews came down on their knees and hissed in unison. The former King walked down the beetroot-flooded stairs, and was escorted away by Spreedoos.

And now, sat there smugly, there was Squeewee.

King. Of Isqueel.




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