Controversial topic!!!!!!!!!!

Pity. :kiss:

{Inserts bogus report on how imaginary friends are a healthy part of the adult experience and one should always listen to the voices in our--, er, our imaginary friends.}

But having imaginary friends when you are 5,000 years old is slightly juvenile.

Og
 
Isn't ANY activity you could do when you're 5,000 years old slightly juvenile, relatively speaking?

I try to be very juvenile at all times and imaginary friends are easier to clean up after, even 5,000 of them and they never eat much!
 
I try to be very juvenile at all times and imaginary friends are easier to clean up after, even 5,000 of them and they never eat much!

No wonder no can find their muse. :eek:

Litfan has them all at his party and he's feeding them. :eek::eek:

Oh hell, we'll never get them back now.
 
No wonder no can find their muse. :eek:

Litfan has them all at his party and he's feeding them. :eek::eek:

Oh hell, we'll never get them back now.

worse yet I am sending them all to ALT school after the party!!!
 
*Busts in singing "Back in Black"*

Is it party time yet?

Yes, Pixie;right now!

{Insert anthology of poetic arguments, beginning with Marvel's To His Coy Mistress, for the immediate shedding of all clothing as well as all traces of modesty.}

(Wait a minute. This is Lit; that couldn't be a controversial topic!)
 
*Feeling Contraversial*

Busts in singing old slave song, Run Nigger Run.

where is everbody?
 
*Feeling Contraversial*

Busts in singing old slave song, Run Nigger Run.

where is everbody?

In the Naked Lounge, all gathered round an old piano singing Victorian Parlour Ballads:

"If I planted
just one tiny seed of love
in the garden of your heart . . ."

{ produces paper on the benefits of parlour singing as an exercise }
 
In the Naked Lounge, all gathered round an old piano singing Victorian Parlour Ballads:

"If I planted
just one tiny seed of love
in the garden of your heart . . ."

{ produces paper on the benefits of parlour singing as an exercise }

are you hangin out with those old hens again Hp?
 
Lyrics: Kashmiri Song

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,
Before you agonise them in farewell?
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Where are you now?

Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Where lies your spell?
 
Lyrics: Kashmiri Song

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,
Before you agonise them in farewell?
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Where are you now?

Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Where lies your spell?

You mean this:-


And a tenor of no mean ability.
 
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