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  • #210352

    Have I started you two off again? :lol:

    #210374

    The fact that you have Lucky on your side makes the comments from the rest of us ‘redundant’ :lol: ……joke Lucky :wink:

    Sounds like a good job…………….to leave.

    #210351

    @*Sian* wrote:

    Oi crusty!!! Nice you are out my box and in the public domain again :D

    @rubyred wrote:

    /exhales…! no wonder ducker,,yer tight fandango was choking me !!!

    /passes sian a tena laydeeeeee

    @*Sian* wrote:

    Tena lady or 5 :P I am a p[isser, gushy goofer me :P

    @rubyred wrote:

    and its a “super scoosher lights are gonna find me,,smiling like the sun…dreaming of my number one”

    /puts rainny in the double bed as protection from Sian!!

    @*Sian* wrote:

    I will squirt on her from a great height! 8) :lol: Joke Rainnny… before you get all sensitive lol

    @rubyred wrote:

    /chuckles get off MY thread of all my fan ( singular)

    id be “sensitive” too if you were squatting over me with ammonia !!

    then again……ooohh..

    /comes..now get OFF me fan base!!! SOMEONE likes me !! :)

    @*Sian* wrote:

    Oh bless our jamey.. I’d give you better ammonia though!!! But all the same!! we love rubies flaps!!! Pissy as the are :p

    What???? :lol:

    #210350

    Welcome back Ruby xxx

    Even tho you aint been away :lol: Tiz nice to be missed eh!

    #210447

    I have a fear of conkers! Ever since I got a ‘strings’ when I was a young’un and nearly took my wrist off. That finger of fudge advert used to make me cringe. I think I will never conquer my conker fear. :?

    p.s. I still have my all conquering ‘One Hundred and Oneser’ and… it’s still rock hard 8)

    #210485

    The Green Eye of the Yellow God

    THERE’S a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
    There’s a little marble cross below the town;
    There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
    And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

    He was known as “Mad Carew” by the subs at Khatmandu,
    He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
    But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
    And the Colonel’s daughter smiled on him as well.

    He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
    The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
    She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
    To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

    He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
    They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
    And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
    But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

    On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
    And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars;
    But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
    Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

    He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
    And a gash across his temple dripping red;
    He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
    And the Colonel’s daughter watched beside his bed.

    He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
    She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
    He bade her search the pocket saying, “That’s from Mad Carew,”
    And she found the little green eye of the god.

    She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
    Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
    But she wouldn’t take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
    With the jewel that he’d chanced his life to get.

    When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
    She thought of him and hastened to his room;
    As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
    Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro’ the gloom.

    His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
    The place was wet and slipp’ry where she trod;
    An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
    ‘Twas the “Vengeance of the Little Yellow God.”

    There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu
    There’s a little marble cross below the town;
    There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
    And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

    J. Milton Hayes

    #210334

    @soulie wrote:

    @squeezy wrote:

    @soulie wrote:

    wheres that? can i see?

    The soap forum :wink:

    did she smell

    From ear to ear….apparently!

    #30713

    @squeezy wrote:

    I have to go to bed – I’m shattered tonight

    xsxsxsx

    I am shattered too! :cry:

    #210332

    @squeezy wrote:

    And what constitutes a special occasion? :)

    Again, this was almost one, but I have resisted. People CAN get the wrong impression and I sure don’t want you getting it. :twisted:

    #210329

    @squeezy wrote:

    I think it’s nice of James to be so concerned.

    I’ve seen her posting elsewhere though – so there’s no need to worry. :D

    I almost smiled there, but then thought NO, special occasions only :wink:

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