Let's do soul cleaning before song kran...

I'd love to. What a great idea.

Now how do I find this soul I gotta clean please?

Let's do soul cleaning before song kran...

That's what bumguns are for...

Let's do soul cleaning before song kran...

I'd love to. What a great idea.

Now how do I find this soul I gotta clean please?

Buy a bag full and look for the dirty one.

I believe that they are made by Bassets, under the trade name of Clitoris Allsorts

Let's do soul cleaning before song kran...

I'd love to. What a great idea.

Now how do I find this soul I gotta clean please?

Buy a bag full and look for the dirty one.

I believe that they are made by Bassets, under the trade name of Clitoris Allsorts

Now this reminds me of a very old joke!

Remember Fearless Fosdick?

OK, I'll bite. Who was Fearless Fosdick?

Here you go NR ...... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fearless_Fosdick

Here you go NR ...... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fearless_Fosdick

How very interesting!

EEEEEEK! A wiki reference? 100 lashes from the tresses, Thaddy!

My worst Fear?

I prefer to call it my/anybodies' worst nightmare : to be put in jail being innocent....

True story:

This happened some 25 years ago on Bangkok Airport.

I had been working for some 5 or 6 days in Bangkok, doing business with one of the bestknown fashion companies in town.

On my way to Hong Kong I was stopped at the immigration/passport control on the airport and taken away, without ANY explanation by 4 officers, looking very 'grim' and nasty.

I was taken into an office with those 4 'gentlemen' where two other high ranked officers were behind the table.

The first thing slipping into my mind was: "Oh My G_d, somebody has put drugs in my luggage.....

They 'grilled' me for the next 1 1/2 hours or so, still saying nothing WHAT this was all about.

I had to prove where I stayed (hotelbills), with which company I did business, and countless other proves, like correspondence (many faxes in those days) etc. etc.

I'll tell you, I was sweating like h_ll since I had no clue and in the meantime they were threatening to put me in jail....WHY? they didn't tell !

To make a long story a bit shorter:

I did not have an arrival stamp in my passport !!! (arrived from Europe).

In those days there were quite high desks where you couldn't see what the officer (stamping passport) was doing since it was simply too high to see (for yourself); he just handed my passport (folded) back without stamping it.....

I ended up being transported to the arrivalhall again, to get my -original arrival date- stamp.

Maybe nowadays it sounds silly, but I've never been so scared and afraid as back than.

LaoPo

EEEEEEK! A wiki reference? 100 lashes from the tresses, Thaddy!

Not the best source of info for serious subject material I will admit..... but I think it's Ok for looking up a Fosdick

LaoPo.

If you were guilty of something, and knew it, in that situation you would be scared. If you haven't knowingly done something wrong, you have every right to be absolutely terrified.

My worst Fear?

I prefer to call it my/anybodies' worst nightmare : to be put in jail being innocent....

True story:

This happened some 25 years ago on Bangkok Airport.

I had been working for some 5 or 6 days in Bangkok, doing business with one of the bestknown fashion companies in town.

On my way to Hong Kong I was stopped at the immigration/passport control on the airport and taken away, without ANY explanation by 4 officers, looking very 'grim' and nasty.

I was taken into an office with those 4 'gentlemen' where two other high ranked officers were behind the table.

The first thing slipping into my mind was: "Oh My G_d, somebody has put drugs in my luggage.....

They 'grilled' me for the next 1 1/2 hours or so, still saying nothing WHAT this was all about.

I had to prove where I stayed (hotelbills), with which company I did business, and countless other proves, like correspondence (many faxes in those days) etc. etc.

I'll tell you, I was sweating like h_ll since I had no clue and in the meantime they were threatening to put me in jail....WHY? they didn't tell !

To make a long story a bit shorter:

I did not have an arrival stamp in my passport !!! (arrived from Europe).

In those days there were quite high desks where you couldn't see what the officer (stamping passport) was doing since it was simply too high to see (for yourself); he just handed my passport (folded) back without stamping it.....

I ended up being transported to the arrivalhall again, to get my -original arrival date- stamp.

Maybe nowadays it sounds silly, but I've never been so scared and afraid as back than.

LaoPo

Know what you mean about that fear, Lao Pao. Similar thing happened to me 2 or 3 years ago in Immigration Offices, Bkk. Long story short, went to get extension on my visa, issued in Birmingham. Lots of scrutiny, called into offices, lots of questions; "where is the consulate, why Birmingham, how much was the visa?", many officials coming over to scrutinise my passport, talking excitedly in Thai (which I didn't understand). This was when a lot of people's passports had been making visa trips without them. I knew mine was OK, but how do you prove it? I was worried that whoever had stamped mine had been on the fiddle. Eventually, after over 2 hours, it all came out. They were happy & excited to see a genuine B'ham visa, as they had just caught some chap with a fake one (from KSR, they suspected) & were comparing all the finer details so they could get the evidence against him! They even showed me his passport & pointed out the differences between his visa & mine. I had been convinced I was going to end up in jail or deported! Not fun! Shouldn't say it, but I felt really sorry for him...

LaoPo.

If you were guilty of something, and knew it, in that situation you would be scared. If you haven't knowingly done something wrong, you have every right to be absolutely terrified.

I was.....I was very terrified! Just the thought of 'someone has put something in my luggage' whilst being investigated, is so scaring, I can't tell.....

An experience I'll never forget.

LaoPo

So, now that you have heard of Fearless Fosdick....have you ever heard of a cherry phosphate?

So, now that you have heard of Fearless Fosdick....have you ever heard of a cherry phosphate?

not at de moment...but cherry coke comes to mind! DR PEPPER!!!

So, now that you have heard of Fearless Fosdick....have you ever heard of a cherry phosphate?

Forgive me, but what the heck is 'Fearless Fosdick' and 'cherry phosphate' ? (loo lazy to use google)...

LaoPo

So, now that you have heard of Fearless Fosdick....have you ever heard of a cherry phosphate?

Forgive me, but what the heck is 'Fearless Fosdick' and 'cherry phosphate' ? (loo lazy to use google)...

LaoPo

they are his 'imaginary friends'.

A huge fear of mine is that I'll end up like some of the posters on here. Detailing the minutiae of my excrutiatingly dull life, trolling and telling whoppers. My life is an open book and that is how I'll keep it to avoid a life of looking over my shoulder and constantly checking myself and what I write.

OK, so now you know about Fearless Fosdick, do you remember Wildroot Charlie?

Leisurely, I know you don't want to keep checking yourself but.....you are unzipped....and the little horse is leaving the barn.

Chownah

? Chownah, <deleted> are you on about. If it is to do with genitals, I am in the clear. I am the more deadly of the species

So that's why its such a little horse!!!!!!

Wildroot Charlie....remember him?

or

Fill in the Blanks:

Blank Blank a little dab will do ya,

Use more, only if you dare,

but watch out,

the gal's'll all pusue yaaaaaaa,

they'll love to get their fingers in your hair.

(Aside....wonder if Jet Gorgoyle could benefit from this product)

Chownah

So that's why its such a little horse!!!!!!

Wildroot Charlie....remember him?

or

Fill in the Blanks:

Blank Blank a little dab will do ya,

Use more, only if you dare,

but watch out,

the gal's'll all pusue yaaaaaaa,

they'll love to get their fingers in your hair.

(Aside....wonder if Jet Gorgoyle could benefit from this product)

Chownah

Brylcreem makes my tresses gag. But thank you very much for the kind thought, Chownah the Terrible.

Vitalis?

VO5?

3 Blind Mice?

Did you ever consider hooking up with the pied piper as an easy way to feed your hair?

Do you try to hit the beach during leming season as a special hair treat?

Do you ever tie your snakes back with a pretty ribbon?

Do you ever tie your snakes back with a pretty ribbon?

Not snakes, Chownah, tresses. That's alot of Qs for a simple girl like me. We have more accessories than Mme Marcos had shoes. The tresses are partial to the aftermath feeding frenzy and decorations known as teacup poodle twists, cockerel feather fauntleroys and A&W rootbeer floats with the servers attached. Perhaps we should do shows for the tourists. They are all pretty, Chownah.

You call your snakes tresses? Are you in denial?.....anyway.....do you carry an antivenom kit with you as a public service?

Do your "tresses" have anuses (plural of anus?) and if so does the excrement make a good tonic for your scalp....or do they expel their feces internally giving you shit for brains?...Enquiring minds want to know.

You call your snakes tresses? Are you in denial?.....anyway.....do you carry an antivenom kit with you as a public service?

Do your "tresses" have anuses (plural of anus?) and if so does the excrement make a good tonic for your scalp....or do they expel their feces internally giving you shit for brains?...Enquiring minds want to know.

The plural is ani like cacti, dearest Chownah. And aren't we testy today. Lose an Oscar did we? I don't believe there is a UN declaration that begs me to inform you of my tress activities. Even if there were, the UN is a group of quivering donkeys that never could form an opinion or do anything more than shake a handkerchief to chastise bad people. What have I done to you to deserve these words, dear Chownah?

I'm afraid of Jet Gorgon.

I'm afraid of Jet Gorgon.

But I want to have you for dinner, Kayo. Hannibal is coming. And I love your pink fuzzy rayban garnished countenance.

You call your snakes tresses? Are you in denial?.....anyway.....do you carry an antivenom kit with you as a public service?

Do your "tresses" have anuses (plural of anus?) and if so does the excrement make a good tonic for your scalp....or do they expel their feces internally giving you shit for brains?...Enquiring minds want to know.

The plural is ani like cacti, dearest Chownah. And aren't we testy today. Lose an Oscar did we? I don't believe there is a UN declaration that begs me to inform you of my tress activities. Even if there were, the UN is a group of quivering donkeys that never could form an opinion or do anything more than shake a handkerchief to chastise bad people. What have I done to you to deserve these words, dear Chownah?

No disrespect meant....I was just pondering your "tresses" and started wondering out loud....I used to do this in Sunday School and got similar answers from the Sunday School teachers. So the plural of anus is ani.....I'm sure there's a good joke in there somewhere.............hahhahahahha

What would happen if you fell in love with a guy that had mongeese (plural of mongoose?) coming out of his head?

Chownah