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Choose a user message them.. anything crazy or as normal as you like..
They should message you back..
They should message you back..
You may rate it funny oh marms but you should see the crazy conversation i am having because of this ermChoose a user message them.. anything crazy or as normal as you like..
They should message you back..
No idea Marms im just making the rules up as im going along hahaha.. whats the worst that can happen no reply? Or an eh? Swivel i get the latter often!Should it be someone who has agreed to receive a message via this post?
Awww... I am sure they will. xNo reply as yet
Yes Miss sorry MissIts the message thread NOT get a room threadxx
Its the message thread NOT get a room threadxx
Brilliant!!Thankyou.. this has cracked me up!! Heres a selection of some of the messages Ive recieved.. As you can see I'm not the only nutter around here..
what is the square root of 64??
Beware the ides of the fruit baring lemurs, for their trumpets are tuned in the candor of a sweet crated cherry pop and can be tough to remove even with vigorous dancing.
I fear they come in many guises.. all lemony and fluffy, but beware they are wolves in sheeps clothing... wearing strange masquerade masks..and floating around in a most nonchalant manner..
Nonchalant lemurs turn my hackles technicolour, it's a warning sign for when their dancing becomes minty fresh, time to order some flanged wibbles to form a wall of mighty hob-nob reinforcement.
Bonkers is as Bonkers does, .dance with the lemurs to soothe their hackles.. and they will soon be adorned, by fluffy pink feathers, entertwined with spun gold..
Rest easy my brother.. no need for wall. Hobnobs are for dunking, in rainbow coloured nectar.
The sweet taste of the flowers sing their sorrows in droves
Spinning gold into cakes of topaz, cinnamon and cloves
Ware ye the lure of a mind dancing the jive
The hackles lifting skywards, rockets on a beehive
Together we defeat the barbershop singing toads
High five our victory, drink a rainbow and hit the road building..
Touche my freind touche.
I'm loosing my mind..
If we set that to a psychedelic soundtrack, we'd have a monster on our handsThankyou.. this has cracked me up!! Heres a selection of some of the messages Ive recieved.. As you can see I'm not the only nutter around here..
what is the square root of 64??
Beware the ides of the fruit baring lemurs, for their trumpets are tuned in the candor of a sweet crated cherry pop and can be tough to remove even with vigorous dancing.
I fear they come in many guises.. all lemony and fluffy, but beware they are wolves in sheeps clothing... wearing strange masquerade masks..and floating around in a most nonchalant manner..
Nonchalant lemurs turn my hackles technicolour, it's a warning sign for when their dancing becomes minty fresh, time to order some flanged wibbles to form a wall of mighty hob-nob reinforcement.
Bonkers is as Bonkers does, .dance with the lemurs to soothe their hackles.. and they will soon be adorned, by fluffy pink feathers, entertwined with spun gold..
Rest easy my brother.. no need for wall. Hobnobs are for dunking, in rainbow coloured nectar.
The sweet taste of the flowers sing their sorrows in droves
Spinning gold into cakes of topaz, cinnamon and cloves
Ware ye the lure of a mind dancing the jive
The hackles lifting skywards, rockets on a beehive
Together we defeat the barbershop singing toads
High five our victory, drink a rainbow and hit the road building..
Touche my freind touche.
I'm loosing my mind..
This is the facinating conversation..i had with the lovely @EyesOpeningIf we set that to a psychedelic soundtrack, we'd have a monster on our hands
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