I must urgently inform My Hot Top 20 Foxy Babes....the *Affection Code* has been ...CRACKED!!! I now see it being used indiscriminately...everywhere...I have even heard that in Times Square, New York City ....there is a Moving Text ...*disco* ...is all it says! If one looks through the Galleries...it is flooded with *pumpkins* ...*smoochies*...*sigh*...*gelato* ...*disco* ...*fry pans*...*woof woof* ...*weisswein*...*bud*..*brisk*...*purrsss* ...*stroke*....*tussle* ...*bonnie lass*...Yes...the Code has been broken...as I write this...I wonder Who's Kissing Her Now...*sigh* ....so, until, I can Contact You all Individually, and on a more Private Basis....the existing *codes* cannot be replied to by Me....for I may be doing the *smoochies* ....with a Mutinous Spaced Rat! Remember, it is at times like this, that We should be extra Vigilant....until, We Rendezvous again My Darlings, remember...trust no one that may smell a wee bit Cheesey. Now, back to Your Menial Duties, My Lovelies....for I am about to Polish (no Niutek...this is NOT a Code) My Nails.

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When you pass away, please donate your brain to science. You have a talent that is both rare and phenomenal.

I have already donated all My Organs to My Foxy Babes, but thank You for Your concern...are You a Scientist by any chance?

I dabble in the physical sciences, if you know what I mean. Matter, energy ... time and space .... all toys for my amusement. But, even with all that, I can't get no . . . satisfaction.

you didn't mention snoogums as one of the existing codes so does that mean it's safe? & about the donated organs... who gets what? just curious...

Thanks for Your Loyalty My snoogums..er..do You know Doca...He cant get no Satisfaction, however...if He/She is a Nice Person...I may Woo Him/Her with a wee Moving Text. As to Your Question, Dear Cynlee..snoogums...well, as You know, I am all Heart...from the Waist Up...however, in the Downstairs Department, I am Multi Gendered...in fact, the Number of Penis I have is 5, but it is no discomfort what so ever, as My Undies fit like a Glove. Now, of course, I will be leaving these to My Top 5 Foxy Babes. I believe that Tommy 3D is interestted in My Liver woof woof and His Spaced Ratz Side Kick, would get a big kick, just to nibble at what was left after You did You Texas Road Kill Shots on Me....as they remove the Organs , to The Rollling Stones ... "Hey! You! Get of of My Cloud" I hope that clarifies things for You. Ta ta for now & Cherrio.

Oh, no! Does that mean we're all nameless till you come up with some new uncrackable code??? I feel almost naked without the 'fry pans' I got used to and loved so much... What will it be now? And as for your organs and body parts, HC, can I have your polished nails??? Pretty please???

Dear fry pans...I will still use this Code for You...the Title ain't Teflon...so it Sticks :( Sure You can have My Nails...I will just get them out of Tommy 3D's Back woof woof...however, unfortunately...I only have Polish Nails on One Hand...on the other Hand... I have a wee growth of Manly Hair...like that which sits upon Your Lip, My wee Beauty. Did You know that I was once Married to a Slavic Woman...well, I was....in fact...I use to call Her fry pans...but...not with the same affection, as I use for You. A wee kiss in Publick, just to make Maciek extremely Jealous. Aaaaaaaaah Dear fry pans War is Hell ....and I fear the Jealous Wars are about to begin. Hugz.

ohhhhhhhhhhh, undisputed Master of programming arts! yeep, agents are making so many mistakes lately that breaking their indecipherables single-handed against the clock is a piece of cake ;0] what about forming a code breaking team? because when the code runs, hold on to your hat!!!!!!!!!!! pumpkins ;0]

Thank Thee, dear HC for your generous gift! I will cherish Thy Nails and wear them proudly as a Neckless, but just the Polished ones, so you can keep the hairy handed ones in the back of Tommy3D... And my lip is hairy just on the (not so rare, that's true) ocassion when Maciek's lips are tightly press against it... So let the war begin! Muahhhhhhahhhhaaaa!!!

Ah! Ha!!! How do I know that You both ain't Spies!!! It could be Tommy3D, that keeps sending me pumpkins and fry Pans....so...in the Interest of Peace....I am gonna have to strike pumpkins and fry pans ...off the Menu. Yes...I am soooooooo soooooooorry....but the Kitchen has run out of pumpkins and fry pans. Also the weiss wein is Kaput, the smoochies are back in the Freezer, the gelato has Melted ....if I mess with Spidey anymore...I am really gonna have a stroke...even the sigh has been put aside, and I have no time to Rub Tommy's Tummy woof woof ...so, He is for the Vet. I am so sorry about this, My Foxy Babes...but, War is Hell...that is why the Audie Murphy Award, is so hard to Win ...sigh ....oops...so, all Codes are struck from the Menu...there will be no further "Sensual Kooking"....now, I must have Breakfast....a Cereal, perhaps.... Cocoa Pops & Snoogums..with a wee bit of Yoghurt...* llllllllick* Aaaah...sigh ta ta for now...Hugz xxx

Dude, you can't even TOUCH the phrase Bonnie Lass.... all Geordie-isms are to be left well alone. Along with Hon and Neat-o. Kewl can go, I'm bored with that one. (",)

But Jordy..I support Toon Army! Are You howay doon to the Boozah,Pet? Are ye Dancin' or wot? Ahfancyhim! Broonsalroond!!! Aye! Kewl :)

sigh good try, but Geordie lessons are needed again, I see....... ;) instead of "Are You howay doon to the Boozah,Pet?" it should be "Howay Pet, are wih ganning doon the boozah?" ......or more correctly, "Aye, pet, ah'm ganning doon the boozah. Wear summik canny furriz comin' hame, an' when ah' get back, ah'll jump yer bones......" (",)

Ooooooh! I just Loooooooooooove it when You talk dirty sigh ....tell Me again! Jump Me Bones..ya Canny Lad...ooh...swoon ..Yas! Aal beet ye are. Well, Ahm gan Yem! ta ta for now Boyo! Aye! Aufweiderssen Pet .

AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Mother of all lima beans!!! Who let this happen?!!! Did I not warn you all??!! Were the prophecies not enough to convince you? Were the signs and portents not potent enough? For crying out loud, it was in the Weekly World News even!!! And now this ... Jordy and Tedz within the same space-time continuum thread thingie!!! Sweet sister Santa Claus, what the hell is going on around here? Must stay calm ... must not lose it ... Ohhhhhhh I looked into the abyss...and the abyss looked back ... and winked. We are doomed. We are all doomed.

and now scenes from next week's show, but first a word from our sponsor.....

Have You tried the Delicious Cadbury's Cocoa. Hmmmmmmmmm. So nice. You can have a Cup, with Your Chums, heaps of Scones and Raspberry Buns. Sip it, or You will burn Your Big Lips. Now, back to the Show! Ps: I dinny canny howay doon the Jordy aalbeet 'cause aahfancyhim mor'n *bonnie lass* doon ta boozah. Aye...da hole Toon Army jump Me Bones. *sigh* Aye, Pet!

pieces of eight river runs late over there, I see my fate strange name all letters, the same join them, in this foolish game air in her nose nipples pose ice crystals, shaped, like a rose a wiggle, a waggle straight twist of fate smoke rings fade into oblivion

That is soooo nice Doca...I remember You now...You were called upon to Blow up..."Planet Putrid"...You were the One that saved the Moody Moderator from the clutches of Buzz Lightyear...I remember clearly...You were so Galant and Brave...why, you reminded Me of Me! However, I have signed a Document, with the Major Cocoa Franchise, that I would not mention the "Mothership" in the Forum, for it had very little to do with Photography, and it is a great fear, that someone may pick up a loose "Thread" ...and...send Me on another Mission...without My PDA ...or My Foxy Babes. I have again read Your Verse...it has even eased My Thirst...MY Thirst For life...through Trouble and Stife, My want for a Son, a Husband...a Wife...all Three would be Fun... and now from an Independent Sponser....

Come here, maw little Jacky, Now aw've smoked mi backy, Let's hev a bit o' cracky, Till the boat comes in. Chorus: Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy, Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing; Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy, Thou shall hev a fishy when the boat comes in. Here's thy mother humming, Like a canny woman; Yonder comes thy father, Drunk - he cannot stand.

i do believe this thread has become a black hole connecting up with the poetry forum in a different time continiuum...

Not entirely Cyn, in fact you could all be whisked away to negative space with the flick of a "wee" whisker... watch those dangling threads, muah ha ha ha ha...

Oh My God!!! It is the Cheddar Cheese Kid! Man the Mouse Traps! All Hands on Deck! It's Tommy 3D's "Rat Fink"...

been there, done that, have the image on my harddrive looks for dangling threads

I'm a broken-hearted keelman and I'm o'er head in love With a young lass from Gyetsid And I call 'er my dove Her name's Cushie Butterfield And she sells yellow clay And 'er cousins a muckman And they call him Tom Gray CHORUS She's a big lass She's a bonny lass And she likes her beer And I call her Cushie Butterfield And I wish she was here Her eyes is like two holes In a blanket burnt through And her breath in the mornin' Would scare a young coo She wears big galoshes And her stockings once was white And her bed gown it's lilac And her hat's never straight CHORUS Cushie Butterfield Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay And her cousin is a muckman and they caall im Tom Gray. Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo, An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo; An' when aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay," Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away. Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in, She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string; She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white, An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite. Chorus Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff; "Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff" Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull, An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul. Chorus She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day, An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay; An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing' Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !" Chorus Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote' If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat; Aal doon the river sailin, ansing "Aam afloat," Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote. he he he - if you want I'll translate it for yez.... (",)

Ooh ken man..ye canny fella..ye have me alla moist ana tremble...with yae about clay and muck and galloshes ..it steal me young hart away. Yas aalreet,Ye are. Aah can Yem.Ye can jump me bones bonnie Lad..I ain't had a good kickin since I support the Toon Army...Broonsalroond! Aye Pet...you a Cracker!!!! You da One furiz!!!!

Next ye'll be askin' fer the recipe tiv mek yer owen black pudding, a'knaa.... (",)

Ye mek ye own muck of a black pudding, do ye Pet..a'll be as'ing fur ye body fur i askin fur ye black pudding pet, i bet ye smell like the haddock, or the scent of the harrin afta ta roonsaalroond at ta boozah, aye pet wot i is want in to know....what happened to Emily Bishop on Coronation Street...I am 6 munths behind with the period here in New Zealand. Ken ye give info aboot Coro Straza..does Emily Bishop end up with Ena Sharples and Minnie Caldwell?? ...I is a wee bit older in ye...yooows 1969...wooooo wooooo a wee spunky....tell me...are ye a Man or a Woman? reeet em oof to da boozah pet, Broonsalroond. Aye.