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haz · 10-27-2005, 12:31 PM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".
So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except...

lapietra · 10-27-2005, 03:14 PM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".
So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was

haz · 10-27-2005, 05:09 PM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".
So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was
George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed..

Hyakujo's Fox · 10-27-2005, 10:40 PM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".

So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story.

So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed.

Marcus Bales · 10-28-2005, 08:54 AM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".

So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story.

So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed.

The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic?

lapietra · 10-29-2005, 10:01 PM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".

So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story.

So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed.

The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic? Fifi looked askance. George sniffed at the letter, gave a quiet "woof!" of alarm, and backed away, whining slightly with anxiety.

Guy set the letter down and turned away from it, only to find that it was once again in his hands. "Well, then," he said, "the only thing to do is open it, I guess." Sliding his finger under the flap, he worked at it in an attempt to open it without tearing it - somehow that seemed appropriate, with such a touchy-seeming letter. It took some time, but eventually he got the flap open with a minimum of damage to the envelope. "Alrighty," he said nervously, "let's see what we've got here." He reached into the envelope gingerly, and

Hyakujo's Fox · 10-30-2005, 12:04 AM

Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!".

So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story.

So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed.

The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic? Fifi looked askance. George sniffed at the letter, gave a quiet "woof!" of alarm, and backed away, whining slightly with anxiety.

Guy set the letter down and turned away from it, only to find that it was once again in his hands. "Well, then," he said, "the only thing to do is open it, I guess." Sliding his finger under the flap, he worked at it in an attempt to open it without tearing it - somehow that seemed appropriate, with such a touchy-seeming letter. It took some time, but eventually he got the flap open with a minimum of damage to the envelope. "Alrighty," he said nervously, "let's see what we've got here." He reached into the envelope gingerly, and just as he thought someone had mailed him an empty envelope, a card seem to insert itself between his fingers. He looked at the card, which was pink and smelt like something Guy hadn't smelt before, or someplace he hadn't been before, but perhaps would have liked to had gone if he had known how to get there. Finding the card to be blank, he turned it over to read "P.S. Take Fifi and George along!". "This is exceedingly odd" said Guy as he placed his fingers once again into the envelope and withdrew another card. This time he withdrew a card which bore the words

Miss Penny
Psychic
122 Grünewald Drive

printed on the front, and the words "You should pay this girl a visit!" handwritten on the back.

10-27-2005, 12:31 PM	#1
haz Registered User Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: jolly ol' England Posts: 9	fifi Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except... __________________ Spreading joy like peanut butter on the toast slice of life...

10-27-2005, 03:14 PM	#2
lapietra half baked Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: just ducky Posts: 12,078	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was __________________ “As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes.” ~ Mel Brooks

10-27-2005, 05:09 PM	#3
haz Registered User Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: jolly ol' England Posts: 9	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed.. __________________ Spreading joy like peanut butter on the toast slice of life...

10-28-2005, 08:54 AM	#5
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story. So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed. The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic? __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

10-29-2005, 10:01 PM	#6
lapietra half baked Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: just ducky Posts: 12,078	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story. So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed. The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic? Fifi looked askance. George sniffed at the letter, gave a quiet "woof!" of alarm, and backed away, whining slightly with anxiety. Guy set the letter down and turned away from it, only to find that it was once again in his hands. "Well, then," he said, "the only thing to do is open it, I guess." Sliding his finger under the flap, he worked at it in an attempt to open it without tearing it - somehow that seemed appropriate, with such a touchy-seeming letter. It took some time, but eventually he got the flap open with a minimum of damage to the envelope. "Alrighty," he said nervously, "let's see what we've got here." He reached into the envelope gingerly, and __________________ “As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes.” ~ Mel Brooks

10-27-2005, 10:40 PM	#4
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story. So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed.

10-30-2005, 12:04 AM	#7
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	Once upon a time there was a blue bottle that had been around forever, so long that no one knew where it had come from; attractive enough not to throw away, large enough to have been used for something in the past, although no one remembered what. One day someone picked it up, dusted it off, and seeing the way the bottle shone and sparkled in the sunlight as if it held a million dancing stars, said "This should bring in a few bucks on e-bay!". So the guy sold this magical and oh so sparkley bottle for a resonable amount of money and brought a poodle called Fifi. He loved Fifi very much except when she piddled in places she shouldn't. One day Fifi had puppies, to everyone's astonishment (including Fifi's). Six of them, to be exact. They were very cute and, completely against poodle nature, were all of the very quiet and non-vibrating/neurotic sort. They were snapped up like chocolate chip cookies by various people, all except one, whose name was George. He was small and grey and had a habit of sniffing everything, come to think of it, that was all that he did. He didnt really need the rest of himself, just a nose on legs would have been fine for him. He once got into big trouble because he sniffed something he shouldn't but that, of course, is another story. So the guy, Fifi and George were getting along just fine (except for Fifi's occasional misdirected piddling) until one day a strange letter arrived. The letter was tattered and dirty and had obviously come from a country where the personal hygiene of postal workers wasn't up to the high standards we have come to expect in this country. The letter was addressed to Guy Chestnut. "Hey, that's my name!" the guy exclaimed. The letter, completely against letter nature, seemed to Guiy to be the loud, vibrating, neurotic sort -- not that it was actually loud, except in the unusual colors of paper and ink, nor vibrating except that Guy's nervous fingers couldn't seem to hold it still, nor neurotic. How could an unopened letter be neurotic? Fifi looked askance. George sniffed at the letter, gave a quiet "woof!" of alarm, and backed away, whining slightly with anxiety. Guy set the letter down and turned away from it, only to find that it was once again in his hands. "Well, then," he said, "the only thing to do is open it, I guess." Sliding his finger under the flap, he worked at it in an attempt to open it without tearing it - somehow that seemed appropriate, with such a touchy-seeming letter. It took some time, but eventually he got the flap open with a minimum of damage to the envelope. "Alrighty," he said nervously, "let's see what we've got here." He reached into the envelope gingerly, and just as he thought someone had mailed him an empty envelope, a card seem to insert itself between his fingers. He looked at the card, which was pink and smelt like something Guy hadn't smelt before, or someplace he hadn't been before, but perhaps would have liked to had gone if he had known how to get there. Finding the card to be blank, he turned it over to read "P.S. Take Fifi and George along!". "This is exceedingly odd" said Guy as he placed his fingers once again into the envelope and withdrew another card. This time he withdrew a card which bore the words Miss Penny Psychic 122 Grünewald Drive printed on the front, and the words "You should pay this girl a visit!" handwritten on the back. Last edited by Hyakujo's Fox : 10-30-2005 at 12:07 AM.

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