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Oh Heinzy-Peinzy!

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Sorry Muffinbaker from the American city Seattle! I can't remember that I have given you permission to name me under my Christian name and till that, some sort of disrespectful nickname, that only my lovers have authorization to use. So please no more "Heinzy Peinzy" from you!

You may have some sort of relation to my dear friend Ö10, butt that gives you no right to me, a German worldknown composer of fugues and sonatas for flute and kettledrums.

If, and that is a big IF, you are interested in some physical activity with me ass a participant, a position facing a particular direction, that could be another question.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

oic. So you think the term, which I meant purely in affection, is belittling of your high status as an elite musician? Do you know Mr. Mozart, who frequents this forum? I call him Wolfvof and I have not heard one peep out of him...

What a temper. Sometimes I feel very sorry for Ms. Bauermeister. The poor miserere...

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

And what in Jesus fuck do you know about Ms Bauermeister?

And who the heck is she?

Mozart is an idiot, so I am not surprised, that he has NO dignity. At all! "Wolfvof" haha! That serves him right. Idiot!

[Arnold Layne]

I am Arnold, a man from Leeds,
And I have just seen the seeds,
Of love being sown on a crisp winter day,
As I walked along my merry way,

It was Heinzy and Bauermeister sitting in a tree,
K.I.S.S.I.N.G,
I could not help giggle daintily,
As I saw Heinzy smooching with that fine lady.

HUH!

Arnold Layne

PS: Sorry, I am out of practice and wrote this in 30 sec

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Aber Arnold! There is no mrs for me! You still have my heart and your fucking eyes have deceived you. You are maybe talking about Aberabers new girlfriend in the grocery. She delivers his steaks and he soon looks like you Arnold.

When you have done with that Stinky, come back to me Aenold. I pine for you...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

My Arnold, the roadside muck, has become a monster. He pines and lusts for steaks and it is impossible to satisfy his appetite. And accuses everyone of being a mulatto or mulatto sympathizer...sometimes both. He's not the man with whome I shared many sensual nights under my bed where we searched for the key to the universe. I have bought him a one-way ticket to Mödrath. He is your problem now.

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Fuck Jesus and his apostles! Thank you! :bounce1: :bounce1: :bounce1:

[Arnold Layne]

I, Arnold, have a new look. A bold look. A smooth look. A look that is taking me places. To HOLLYWOOD. To the motion pictures. That, is my destiny, among the stars and steaks of southern California. So long, England...

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

So you would like to be a movie-star,
And see yourself driving a poshy-car,
But it is so bizarr,
That you hope to be a Strato-Avatar.

In Leeds you pine for the Mac-Donalds-bar,
And you eat all the cheese-burgers there are
Butt HUULYWUUD is so very far,
From Leeds and from punctuate-hating Icecar,

You are most like a glutton wild boar,
That eat the large steaks as a dinosaur,
And drink your beer from a litre-jar,
Butt you drive a not-poshy postal-car.

And to HUULLYWUUD you have to say au revoir,
Since it is not written in your repertoire,
Sorry I had to kill your Sean-Penn dream-glar,
Butt you have to be Leeds-realist and stay where you are.


:comfort:


By the way I hate your new Avatar. HUUUHare...

[Arnold Layne]

One does not need to be so shrewd,
To know how I pine for fast-food,
Nor must you be a fashion-professor,
To know I am not a snazzy dresser,

And although you insist I am fat and lame,
I have a strong chin and a powerful frame,
A sharp tongue and cunning wits,
And quite a lovely pair of tits

I will go to HUH-ly-wood, and be a great star,
My beautiful body will take me far,
Man and child will rise to their feet,
And grant me all the liver I could possibly eat.

And as for you, you are a slut,
Who spent many nights in the gay-bakers hut,
The noises that rang as I waited to be fed,
Were that of heavy breathing under his bed...

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Gosh! I thought you were out chasing ugly birds.


Butt I won him and I will keep him.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Jaja, put your emotions in poem form. This will not do...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Forget it! No more poems! Only words without rhymes from now on! Traitor!

[AAAAAAAAAA]

You are one broadside after another, my friend. :shake:
Anyway, off to bed. Enjoy your time on top, if you must.

I am still waiting for the tzatziki sauce...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

You haven't seen my worst broadsides yet, my friend.



Now I am at work, butt I will stay happily on the top all day. Sleep well!

The tzatziki sauce (what IS that?) will come tomorrow. Eventually!

[GAGAGO]

Tsatzikisauce is turkish and made of yoghurt from


GOATS

[Goal Stockhausen]

Oh, my dear Derrick sent me an interview he just did!

Huh Derrick Rose you looked a bit out of rhythm, after missing the previous five games, because of the problem, brought on by your toe-injury. Butt are the rumours true, that say that you faked that toe and went to Germany and your girlfriend Goal Stockhausen.

Nja, ja, nja, I have been in Mödrath with Goal some days ja.

Huh. And is she and your son the reason to your hard drivings to the basket now? And your speed and strength?

Jaja. Butt we Bulls had chances and even second chances, because the Hanks pounded the offensive boards.

Huh. Bulls seem to go nowhere without you Rose, and you play much more aggressive and dominating now. 97-85 talks!

Jaja, I picked the pace-up for them and restored the roster, to most of it's regular roles.

Huh. So your toe is okey now?

Jaja. Butt if they don't allow me to go to Germany, when I feel the need, I am afraid that my toe-problem comes back.

Huh. And your brother-in law the fat-Arnold how is he handling his life nowadays?

Jaja. He is going to be a moviestar. He thinks! So he has moved to Huuuhlywuud. Butt I don't think there are many parts for pork-mountains, so I am sure he soon will be back in Leeds. Again!

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Oh dear, oh dear.
Arnold Layne failed fifteen auditions today in HUHlywood. They say he is ahead of his time. He cannot wait for his queue!

After such a disappointing afternoon, he went ballistic today on the forum. Now he is on probation here and being watched very closely. This is bad. Very, very bad...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Are you on Top or what?

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I am on top of things!

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

HRRRM ! "Things"?

[GAGAGO]

Do not bother with things that is SO uninteresting.

[Arnold Layne]

I, Arnold, hereby forbid my sister Goal Stockhausen from dating that mullato bastard of a thrower, Derrick Rose. I'll tell you what she's throwing, her life away. I will be damned if I will have a mulatto nephew or niece. No sirree. Blimey, no.

Arnold Layne

[Goal Stockhausen]

Ha! Arnold! Why do you have such an ugly avatar? I am so ASHAMED over that and over your part ass MONSTER in the new mowie "The ugly monster in the black lagoon".

You can do nothing against me and Derrick. Or our baby. If you are NOT nice we will change babys name to Karlheinz-derrick and take away Arnold.Understood?

CAPISHE?

[Arnold Layne]

Oh, so now I'm ugly like some burnt bird, am I? Well, when I am a big-time HUHlywood star we will see who is ugly.

At least I have picked a race and stuck proudly by it. That mulatto bastard simply cannot make up his mind, so he sits on the fence. And all the throwing. it never ends. Throw, throw, throw. It's enough to drive someone mad.

Capiche!!

Arnold Layne

[Stratowarius]

PFFFF!

The peeping Arnold drilled a hole, in the wall,

In the box in Seattle, and it wasn't small,

Nono, it was big as a door,

So he could see more and more,

What would happen to the baker under his orgiebrawl


He said he only waited for his meal,

Butt who can believe in such a deal,

Did the baker promised him that,

He could look at his private combat,

And see how he (the baker also) acted like an earless little seal.


I don't think so, Arnold. You are a peeper aren't you?

[Stratowarius]

Mail between Com.Strutt and GenCom.Nurmi.

PN. I have a complain about our Eol Tyfon! He must go!
Str. Soo? How come?
PN.I will tell you! I have had a terrible week. It started with that pig running away from Asgaard when the gods ate beans.
Str. And what pig can that be?
PN. Särimner of course! Who else? You know Särimner! The pig that Thor and the others ate every day!
Str. Thor? The others? What others eat pig every day? You are joking? Aren't you?
PN. Nono! The pig has that universal cells that build up same structure everyday. Same as we have!
Str.It is the first time I hear about those cells you say we have. Could we have some of those pigs on Excessa?
PN. I don't know, butt this pig flew away in the sunset.
Str. Sorry for that then. Butt have this ghoststory something to do with you?
PN. Jaja! Just what it has. I was so bored at the border, so when Särimner, that should have the Frecklecells got scared for the syringe and flew away I asked her father if I could have those cells and be a new Freckle for a while. I thought it would be a funny joke to have freckles,haha!
Str.Huh! Jaja, you have always been a little original, Pekka!
PN. Jaja, butt something went wrong and I was only half-Freckle.
Str. Huh! Half a girl? You must be joking. Again!
PN. Nono! And here comes the complain, I want you to tell the Presidente on Excessa that Eol Tyfon is worthless and we need a new brisk storm.
We happened to be prisoners in king Evil Sands harlem and then Eol saved us and blew Evil away. Butt Evil came back with his army and then Eol did nothing. If it hadn't been for our freckles, that saved us, I had been a dead alien now. Stoned to death by grains. Eol was so afraid of Evil Sand that he wet his pants and we can't have a storm like that, when we prepare the AlGore-warming-storms. So Eol must go!
Str. Butt are you still a half-girl. You worry me. Have you been drinking?
PN. Nono! I need a new storm! Can't you capishe that, Strutt?
Str. I think it is better we talk another day, you seem a bit upset. Those pig Imner or what and the half-girl-thing is a bit too much for me, and you seem to need a little rest. Bye, bye for now Pekka...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Arnold will respond to these damning broadsides later. The stresses must subside, you know...

[Hubble86]

These are the laughwrinkled twins! Bo and Ro! The laughing faces! Jäjä! My favoritefavoritefaces!

On time. At last some wrinkles. Again!