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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
I love you

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

Mim
05 Jul - 17:51
birthday was great



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44 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Odd Jobs
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Mon 06 Jul 15
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There he sat. On Squeebay. Gazing at it. It was amazing. A little thing from Hong Kong, he had only seen moments ago, but knew, he needed it. The essential companion. His one and only. He would cherish it forever.

A mud-proof laptop. He was stunned in awe by the simple, powerful machine that was portrayed. His eyes lit up. His ears stuck out. Little Squeewee 20 was amazed.

£5.00. Only £5.00. The £5, however, he had just spent on a cheesecake. And eaten. He needed to find a way to get that £5, without thievery.

And so his journey would begin. Grabbing a copy of the Daily Squeewee, he looked in the Odd Jobs section, with a highlighter.

The first option he went for was Apple Picking. Nipping on his moped, he headed off to the location. What he didn't realise was that it was not Squeewee-sized trees.

He sighed. But he took the job, and started thinking. The payment was £5 an hour, so he had one hour to pick at least 20 apples.

First, he grabbed a grappling hook and threw it onto the lowest branch. he then tried to climb the rope. After only getting an inch in 5 mins, he decided not to to go for this option.

He then grabbed his moped. Equipping ultra-grip tyres, he got himself a few metres of run-up space. Turning on the accelerator and slipping in another cheesecake into the engine, he went off like a gun.

Faster... faster... and faster until he began to slide up the trunk. Faster! He went up and up and up, before grabbing an apple. It tore off the stalk. It was as big as him. Glad he was wearing his moped's new seat belt, he dropped it.

He repeated this until he was at the top. Flying off, he activated the parachute. Gliding down, he saw 5 red shining apples on the ground awaiting him. Smug, he landed gently, detaching the parachute.

Then, he came to the realization that he only had one parachute. "Good gosh!" he said to himself, and then sat down. He combed the three hairs upon his head, trying to think of an idea.

He realised then that he had taken about 10 minutes for this whole combing and moped combo. Startling, he got up and grabbed a lasso. Swinging it around and around, he went to throw it over the nearest apple... and realized he had simply wrapped it around himself.

Then, he got inventive. Removing both his handlebars and suspension from his moped, he glued them together into stilts with quick-drying glue. Then, in true A-team fashion, he removed the seatbelt and sliced it into two sections. Attaching them to the stilts with the same "Squish Glue", he now had working stilts.

Once again, inspired by the A-team, this had only taken 5 minutes.

Slipping himself on, he carefully wobbled over to the nearest branch. He could finally reach one of the apples. Sawing it off, it dropped to the floor with a reassuring thump. Wiping his brow, he wobbled over to the next. And the next...

After collecting 5 more apples, he looked down at his watch. Only half an hour to go, and he only had half! His ears stood straight up, his eyebrows joining in.

Then, he realized. There was a mysterious force he could apply. Something that was not understood by any squeewee. Something that, if used, could give powers to do anything, no matter how ridiculous. This power was...

POETIC LICENCE!

Wobbling with confidence on top of his moped tyres, he began to glide around the tree, striking off the apples with a stick in one go. For some reason "POETIC LICENCE!", all of the apples he needed were at the height of his stilt/tyre combo. Which was holding up surprisingly well "POETIC LICENCE!".

Within his 25 minutes remaining, he had not only collected 10 more apples than needed, but also turned the extra into a delicious apple crumble which was baked with the mysteriously large oven that had suddenly appeared by the tree.

Long story short, he got his £5.

And then, sat, exhausted in his bedroom, he ordered his mudproof laptop. And a week later, it arrived. Bubbling with happiness, he grabbed it, got changed, and went mudskiing.

SHmmoofsh! Shmoofhsh!





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