I can't hear you... I have a banana in my ear.
"You mean I'll have to use my brain?... but I use staff!!!" ~ ben-ja-men
i would have changed ***** to phallus, and claire to petey Petey
Rougie: but that's what I'm doing here
Arnwyn: what letting me adjust myself in your room?..don't you dare quote that on HoP...
there is no better way to say I love you than with the gift of a spatula!
Quote:
Originally posted by Bender
The Giving Firestaff
adapted(ripped off) from Shel Silverstein
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There was once a great practice staff, and a novice twirler. They would spend hours and hours together. The boy would palm the staff, get pissed hitting himself with it and generally talk codshit about what he could do with it. And the staff loved the boy.
One day, the boy came to the staff. The staff was delighted and beckoned, "Come and play!" But the boy was no longer a boy; he was now at uni, and he was interested in pyromania, but he didn't know how.
"Here," the staff said, "take my ends and wick them." The twirler did just that, and the staff was happy.
Years passed, and the staff was lonely without the twirler. One day, he learnt fire acrobatics, and the staff was delighted, but he was now interested in teaching others. He wanted to build a troupe.
"Here," the staff said, "give me to your friends" The twirler did just that, and the staff was happy.
Years passed, and the staff still missed her friend. One day, the twirler returned, and the staff was again overjoyed. But the man was now older and tired of single staff tricks; he wanted to get into exotic [censored].
"Here," the staff offered, "Cut me down. Make for yourself a 3 section. Remove my wicking to make fire poi and grow as a twirler" The man did just that, and the staff was happy.
Many years passed, seasons came and went, and the staff was very lonely. She missed her friend, and she often thought about the old days, when they had such fun. Finally, she saw her friend return, and she was delighted.
But the boy was now an old man, no longer able to play or teach or to hit himself 'upside the head. And he was tired. soo fuken tired man.
"Here, my friend," the staff said, "I still have a pretty good wooden dowel left. Won't you use me as a cane?" The old man did that, and the staff was happy.
I can't hear you... I have a banana in my ear.
"You mean I'll have to use my brain?... but I use staff!!!" ~ ben-ja-men
TAJ "boat mummy." VALURA "yes sweetie you went on a boat, was daddy there with you?" TAJ "no, but monkey on boat" VALURA "well then sweetie, Daddy WAS there with you"
wie weit, wie weit noch?
fragst mich, wo wir gewesen sind...
du fehlst hier
Pele
Higher, higher burning fire...making music like a choir
"Oooh look! A pub!" -exclaimed after recovering from a stupid fall
"And for the decadence of art, nothing beats a roaring fire." -TMK
What hits the fan is not evenly distributed.
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world.
Never pick up a duck in a dungeon...
Q:What's the difference between the Great Highland Bagpipes and the Northumbrian Pipes?
A:The Great Highland Pipes burn longer.
I was always scared with my mother's obsession with the good scissors. It made me wonder if there were evil scissors lurking in the house somewhere.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.
**giggles**
spig--------Its not big and its not clever.
Aim high and you'll know your limits, aim low and you'll never know how high you could have climbed.
GiGi-D L'Amour
If you can't be normal make everyone else wish they weren't
GiGi-D L'Amour
If you can't be normal make everyone else wish they weren't