Ochhh!!! My precious treasure!!!! InRi, ye shant be whistling yer tune much longer.....alas, I placed my cloak of invisibility on & picked the prize from yer pocket and off I GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE
Leelee bumped into me in her rush to get away with the prize. So now it's mine, all mine I tell you!
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The Scots of course insist that the pipes produce music. But the point is after all not too important. For those who love them, the pipes can evoke more vividly than any other instrument, high emotion, they can inspire valor, and tell of tragic tales of battles long ago. They can call forth merriment or sentiment. It does not matter what the sound is called, those who are deaf to its merits would not understand anyway.
As she wakes up from her long Winter's nap, Lady Marti Jumps out of her snowbank and runs after Leelee..... Although her aim is not what it used to be, she makes a large snowball and hurls it into the air.... Fortunatley, her aim is ok, and it hits Leelee in the shin... On the ground, Lady spots the golden..... Leaping into the air, almost tripping over THE DAMN CAT!!!! she leaps to retrieve it....grabs her BROOM AND.........
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]AN EXCERPT FROM A POEM THAT I WROTE ON 10/11/07
WE CAN'T CHANGE WHAT WE HAVE DONE.... BUT ONLY TAKE A LESSON FROM EACH EXPERIENCE AND MAKE THE MOST OF EACH MINUTE THAT WE HAVE LEFT AND TELL OURELVES THAT IT IS OK TO LIVE, LAUGH AND CRY..... PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE ALL WORK TOGETHER TO GIVE US WHAT WE CAN AND SHOULD EXPERIENCE AND WE NEED TO CHERISH ALL OF THE TIME THAT WE SPEND WITH OURSELVES AND OTHERS MAKING THE MOST OF THE SPECIAL MEMORIES THAT ARE OURS.. AND THE ONES THAT WE HAVE YET TO CREATE WITH THE PEOPLE THAT WE HAVEN'T MET!!!!![/SIZE]
Whilst piobmhorpiper turns to toast his mates, Leelee slips in the Pub and asks the Barmaid for an icepack for her achin' head. Ahhh, what's this....the blessed prize Leelee idles over, as piobmhorpiper chugs his mead...takes a look around. Everyone is enjoying their drinks without taking notice of her....she tucks the prize in her cloak and disappears out the back door
Little does Leelee know but I am standing outside the back door, she trips and drops the prize.....oopps! let me pick that up for you......finders keepers right?
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COURAGE GROWS STRONG AT THE WOUND
"Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead."
“Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion.”
OCH!!!! lschillinger, I scraped my knee....now I have to drink some spirits to ease the pain and clean up.......Mark my words....I shall return & take the prize