divingdrunk
dooks fairly often
Grizzly
I'm just a cuddly teddy bear.
Posts: 68
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Post by divingdrunk on Aug 16, 2006 13:41:44 GMT
steroids are drugs and it`s got to be mad if it come`s from the ochil`s area!! plus i like the sound off it being a mad,drugged up dug!!! it`s got character!!! now!! back to the story!!
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divingdrunk
dooks fairly often
Grizzly
I'm just a cuddly teddy bear.
Posts: 68
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Post by divingdrunk on Aug 16, 2006 13:53:46 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and anwsers to the name garr" Quaid replyed....
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Post by Fiona on Aug 17, 2006 21:37:53 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse....
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Post by GScrym on Aug 19, 2006 15:48:30 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the posession of the......
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Post by cowboy on Aug 21, 2006 7:48:10 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the ......
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Post by GScrym on Aug 23, 2006 19:18:19 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater.
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Post by cowboy on Aug 24, 2006 17:00:28 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two.
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Post by GScrym on Aug 24, 2006 19:11:24 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a........
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Post by cowboy on Aug 26, 2006 12:03:01 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............
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Post by gareth on Aug 27, 2006 16:15:02 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt
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Post by cowboy on Aug 29, 2006 12:04:34 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
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Post by gareth on Aug 29, 2006 12:32:43 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance. Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of
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Post by cowboy on Aug 29, 2006 16:12:18 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance. Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power.....
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Post by GScrym on Aug 29, 2006 20:21:21 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance. Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'.
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Post by gareth on Aug 30, 2006 13:53:49 GMT
Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!
As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.
Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo" "AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him. Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance. Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said
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