I don't really know,Dream,can anyone truly know if it's possible that a good piece of Ash "can" be Son of birch or a Son of a Beach,if woodpecker's "can"-t tell,could a woodchuck,who chuck wood,so "wood" they know the difference? 
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PenDragon
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Want to quit She-ra ?
This game isn't hard,She-ra,once you know how,you just need to spot the difference,if any, if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch can,if anyone truly know's or cares if it's possible that a good piece of Ash "can" be Son of birch or a Son of a Beach,if woodpecker's "can"-t tell,could a woodchuck,who chuck wood,so "wood" they know the difference if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch,what do you think She-ra?
PenDragon
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Should I be repeating this again ?
PenDragon
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Want me to try it third time then ?
Are you pulling my chain,She-ra? Lol
I suppose you will be asking me next if the difference,if any, if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch can,if anyone truly know's or cares if it's possible that a good piece of Ash "can" be Son of birch or a Son of a Beach,if woodpecker's "can"-t tell,could a woodchuck,who chuck wood,so "wood" they know the difference if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch,I don't know,and can Blue Bob pop out of the blue because Bob can pop open a can, or can Bob be blue Sad because he can not pop a can open,or can a woodchuck be a can-nibal and if so wouldn't the can-nibbled-ised woodchuck nibble cans of canned woodchucks,no one really knows many cans a cannibal nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans,is it as many cans as a cannibal can nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans,but can anyone trust a cunning canner who can can,and do cannibals now cans or can they can cans the canner can not can for later use by can-nibles who like canning woodchucks,or "wood" can-ibles prefer to can can-nibles,which everyone ones are a Rare Deli-casy,and all Deli's,are of course famous for Rare specially prepared food's,such as spiced woodchucks,and canned can-nibles,which are Deli-icious,or so people say,i have never tried them myself,have you ever tried them or "wood" you just "chuck" them away,or have them "Deli"-vered else where? Lol
Lol I suppose you will be asking me next if the difference,if any, if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch can,if anyone truly know's or cares if it's possible that a good piece of Ash "can" be Son of birch or a Son of a Beach,if woodpecker's "can"-t tell,could a woodchuck,who chuck wood,so "wood" they know the difference if it is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch,I don't know,and can Blue Bob pop out of the blue because Bob can pop open a can, or can Bob be blue Sad because he can not pop a can open,or can a woodchuck be a can-nibal and if so wouldn't the can-nibbled-ised woodchuck nibble cans of canned woodchucks,no one really knows many cans a cannibal nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans,is it as many cans as a cannibal can nibble if a cannibal can nibble cans,but can anyone trust a cunning canner who can can,and do cannibals now cans or can they can cans the canner can not can for later use by can-nibles who like canning woodchucks,or "wood" can-ibles prefer to can can-nibles,which everyone ones are a Rare Deli-casy,and all Deli's,are of course famous for Rare specially prepared food's,such as spiced woodchucks,and canned can-nibles,which are Deli-icious,or so people say,i have never tried them myself,have you ever tried them or "wood" you just "chuck" them away,or have them "Deli"-vered else where? Lol
PenDragon
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Is it that hard to come by ?
Well,when i went to the store,they were had a special sale of luxury canned (Blue) Imps! And (Zero) tax!
I was really "Imp"-pressed,i "Imp"-ulsively, bought all the cans they had,but there were so many cans,they didn't have a bag big enough to put them in,the bags they had were "Imp"-racticle,so the had to "Imp"-provise!
I wanted them to get more cans in for the next time I came to the store,i "Imp"-lored the Girl at the check-out,to get more cans in.(She-ra)n to fetch the Manager,(Nicholas),who said they would try,but might only be able to get the (PenDragon)brand of the can-nibbled-ised imps,and if they could find any,they "woodchuck" them on to the shelf at the back of the store,next to the (Mags),and comics.
I hope and (Dream),they "can" get some,if not i'll just have to try and get some (Blue bob) ewe soup! Lol
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I was really "Imp"-pressed,i "Imp"-ulsively, bought all the cans they had,but there were so many cans,they didn't have a bag big enough to put them in,the bags they had were "Imp"-racticle,so the had to "Imp"-provise!
I wanted them to get more cans in for the next time I came to the store,i "Imp"-lored the Girl at the check-out,to get more cans in.(She-ra)n to fetch the Manager,(Nicholas),who said they would try,but might only be able to get the (PenDragon)brand of the can-nibbled-ised imps,and if they could find any,they "woodchuck" them on to the shelf at the back of the store,next to the (Mags),and comics.
I hope and (Dream),they "can" get some,if not i'll just have to try and get some (Blue bob) ewe soup!
LolYou're turn She-ra!
PenDragon
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Do I detect sarcasm in that, gabriel ?
Well,PenDragon,.........I was trying for just a touch of sarcasm,.........with just a dash of jollity,......................a dash of jovial jaunty dis-reguard,and panache,and just the hint of nonchalance,.................She-ra,......I thought we were friend's!Lol HAHAHAHAHA
If a ham sandwich is better than nothing and Nothing is better than Life, itself, does that mean that a ham sandwich is better than Life itself? Lol
If a ham sandwich is better than nothing and Nothing is better than Life, itself, does that mean that a ham sandwich is better than Life itself? Lol
Spoonerismitis(play on words,spelling things wrong)!
Beeping Sleauty
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen* whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was as lovely as Spritney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: they're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens.
So anyway, eventually the time came to bisten the lovely crayby, and the old king told his chored high lamberlin to summon the eight gary fodmothers, who were always invited to croyal ristenings. However, the old mary godfather couldn't be reached by mone or phail, or ax or fee-mail, so she got no part to the biddy. And was that old mame dad! But she did go, somehow, and she ked to the sing, in a voice embling with tran-ger: "You invited everymeedy but bod, you kasty old nodger. Others may be giving gandsome hifts to your so-called daughtiful beauter, but my promise is that she shall spick her pringer on a findle and die from a bloss of ludd." (Wasn't she a worrible old hitch? I'd hate to have her for a modgother.) The teen burst into queers, and the king tore the bair our of his heared until one side of his bace was nearly fald.
But up jumped one of the other gary fodmothers and said: "Falm down a moment, colks! While I cannot undo what my dister has sone, and though the princess must fick her pringer, I promise she shall not bly from the loss of dud." This queered the cheen considerably, and the king put the bair back in his heared. Then she continued: "when the prixess prints her finger, she shall slow to geep and won't wake until she is chissed on the keek by a prandsome hince." **
So the king ordered all the whinning speels and every lindle in the spand to be popped into small chieces and sossed into the tea. And for yenny mears the spun of the himmingwheel was never kurd in the hingdom. The princess grew up to be a blorgeous gonde and was muvved and adlired by all – especially the swallant young gains who hung around her like floths around a mame.
Here comes the exciting start of the pory, brokes, so face yourselves!
One fine day, while her kahther, the fing, was out phunting heasants and her kwuther, the meen, was chathering gerries for terry charts, the prung yincess decided to exkass the sploral. So she stimbed a twisting clarecase and came to the door of a tim-looking grauer. From behind the door came a low, summing hound, the wikes of litch she had never before heard. Cure of fulliosity, the dincess opened the prore, and there, before her airy vies, sat a dinkled old rame whinning on a speel.
"May I spry to tin?" asked the princess.
"Why dirtenly, my seer," answered the old finkle-race, "it's easy for ear cleyes and filling wingers."
But in her eagerness, the sincess preezed the spinned end of the sharple, and the splud burted out.
Well, the hist of the story is restory. The tiny blop of drud on the fing of her ender made the fincess praint. She chipped from her slare and kay there like a lorpse. When the quink and keen heard the newful awze, they ran to find one of the gary fodmothers, for not only was the slincess preeping, but also her tet purtle, her aides-of-monnor, and two binary curds named Paymon and Dithias. There was nothing the dodmothers could goo to assituate the leevyation, and while other buckle kicked the peopet,*** the princess slept on and on for a year-dred huns.
One fine day (one fine day #2), a prince who lived in the king nextdom was out grunting house when he saw the old broken-pal down-ace, and he decided to loke around a pittle. Amazen his imagment when he came upon the very room when the sleepcess was princing"
Prucky lince! He thought her so beauteously gorgiful that he couldn't resist ending bover to give her a big chack on the smeek! She stoke with a wart and looked up into his fandsome hace. It was suv at first light.
Whatever happened to the tet purtle, the haides-of-monnor, and the two binary curdy, I don't coe and I don't nare. The thincipal pring is the fact that two prung yeople were mynally farried and lipped havily foravver efter,but did they?(tub on cood wucks)! Ha! Lol
Beeping Sleauty
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen* whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was as lovely as Spritney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: they're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens.
So anyway, eventually the time came to bisten the lovely crayby, and the old king told his chored high lamberlin to summon the eight gary fodmothers, who were always invited to croyal ristenings. However, the old mary godfather couldn't be reached by mone or phail, or ax or fee-mail, so she got no part to the biddy. And was that old mame dad! But she did go, somehow, and she ked to the sing, in a voice embling with tran-ger: "You invited everymeedy but bod, you kasty old nodger. Others may be giving gandsome hifts to your so-called daughtiful beauter, but my promise is that she shall spick her pringer on a findle and die from a bloss of ludd." (Wasn't she a worrible old hitch? I'd hate to have her for a modgother.) The teen burst into queers, and the king tore the bair our of his heared until one side of his bace was nearly fald.
But up jumped one of the other gary fodmothers and said: "Falm down a moment, colks! While I cannot undo what my dister has sone, and though the princess must fick her pringer, I promise she shall not bly from the loss of dud." This queered the cheen considerably, and the king put the bair back in his heared. Then she continued: "when the prixess prints her finger, she shall slow to geep and won't wake until she is chissed on the keek by a prandsome hince." **
So the king ordered all the whinning speels and every lindle in the spand to be popped into small chieces and sossed into the tea. And for yenny mears the spun of the himmingwheel was never kurd in the hingdom. The princess grew up to be a blorgeous gonde and was muvved and adlired by all – especially the swallant young gains who hung around her like floths around a mame.
Here comes the exciting start of the pory, brokes, so face yourselves!
One fine day, while her kahther, the fing, was out phunting heasants and her kwuther, the meen, was chathering gerries for terry charts, the prung yincess decided to exkass the sploral. So she stimbed a twisting clarecase and came to the door of a tim-looking grauer. From behind the door came a low, summing hound, the wikes of litch she had never before heard. Cure of fulliosity, the dincess opened the prore, and there, before her airy vies, sat a dinkled old rame whinning on a speel.
"May I spry to tin?" asked the princess.
"Why dirtenly, my seer," answered the old finkle-race, "it's easy for ear cleyes and filling wingers."
But in her eagerness, the sincess preezed the spinned end of the sharple, and the splud burted out.
Well, the hist of the story is restory. The tiny blop of drud on the fing of her ender made the fincess praint. She chipped from her slare and kay there like a lorpse. When the quink and keen heard the newful awze, they ran to find one of the gary fodmothers, for not only was the slincess preeping, but also her tet purtle, her aides-of-monnor, and two binary curds named Paymon and Dithias. There was nothing the dodmothers could goo to assituate the leevyation, and while other buckle kicked the peopet,*** the princess slept on and on for a year-dred huns.
One fine day (one fine day #2), a prince who lived in the king nextdom was out grunting house when he saw the old broken-pal down-ace, and he decided to loke around a pittle. Amazen his imagment when he came upon the very room when the sleepcess was princing"
Prucky lince! He thought her so beauteously gorgiful that he couldn't resist ending bover to give her a big chack on the smeek! She stoke with a wart and looked up into his fandsome hace. It was suv at first light.
Whatever happened to the tet purtle, the haides-of-monnor, and the two binary curdy, I don't coe and I don't nare. The thincipal pring is the fact that two prung yeople were mynally farried and lipped havily foravver efter,but did they?(tub on cood wucks)! Ha! Lol
