Hello Arthers!

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[Guest]

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I'm getting kinda tired of thinking of Arthers.

Why?

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

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Originally posted by Virtual_Burlesque

. . . What’s with this hang up you’ve got about spelling correctly?. . .
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Its my schtick, play along please.

I'm getting kinda tired of thinking of Arthers.

Its your schtick, play along please.

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Because you guys don't think its funny.

I missed something, didn't I?

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

Maybe we can talk about stories. You know the building I work in has 12 stories?

Go-oo-oo-ll-ee!

How many garderobes?

 

[Guest]

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Missed me?

I missed you too Abs

Yes. Yes I did. Wept like a babe until you showed up.

 

[Guest]

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I have missed you as well my dear. I missed hearing your soft voice as you whispered in my ear, the scent of your perfume that lingered on my shirt... but most of all... I missed those bean burritos you used to make..

Mmmmmm

the secret is in the tartar sauce!

 

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[Honey123]

Because you guys don't think its funny.

But you're funny enough...and how else do we get to converse with you?

 

[Guest]

 

[Honey123]

I'm but a mere click away dear heart.

 

[Guest]

 

[ABSTRUSE]

What a wonderful afternoon to be here with you Arthers!!!

It's the best afternoon for me.

 

[Guest]

It's the best afternoon for me.

Crazy woman.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

I'm but a mere click away dear heart.

Only a kilometer! Imagine that.




Gilbert’s partner, Sir Arthur Sullivan.


Climbing over rocky mountain,
Skipping rivulet and fountain,
Passing where the willows quiver,
Passing where the willows quiver
By the ever-rolling river,
Swollen with the summer rain, the summer rain
Threading long and leafy mazes
Dotted with unnumbered daisies,
Dotted, dotted with unnumbered daisies,
Scaling rough and rugged passes,
Climb the hardy little lasses,
Till the bright sea-shore they gain;
Scaling rough and rugged passes,
Climb the hardy little lasses,
Till the bright sea-shore they gain!

 

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[Virtual_Burlesque]

... I'm playing golf.

Just Jean Arthur, Arthur Kennedy, Bea Arthur, and you.

Fore!

 

[Guest]