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Arnold Layne wrote:

I have almost arrived and am experiencing the dizzying sensations of ravenous hunger and intense sexual desire.

I am now speed walking, in my wool pajamas, to obtain satisfaction as soon as possible.

Regards,
Arnold Layne

HUH!!!!??

The unknown one wrote:

Arnold Layne wrote:

I have almost arrived and am experiencing the dizzying sensations of ravenous hunger and intense sexual desire.

I am now speed walking, in my wool pajamas, to obtain satisfaction as soon as possible.

Regards,
Arnold Layne

HUH!!!!??

YOU SHUT UP!!

Arnold Layne wrote:I, Arnold, herebly declare that I intend to kill and eat Karlheinz Stockhausen, of Mödrath, in Kerpen, Germany.

Regards,
Arnold Layne

I am taking over here! You make your sister nervous, but your threats arouse me. I am looking forward to put some "pellets" in your fat bum.

Do they itch? Your wools? Please use your dotted flannel instead. You are so cute-sweet in those. I can maybe put down my mauser if you...

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NO page without those wrinkles!

robocop656 wrote:

lol!

Arnold Layne wrote:

I have almost arrived and am experiencing the dizzying sensations of ravenous hunger and intense sexual desire.

I am now speed walking, in my wool pajamas, to obtain satisfaction as soon as possible.

Regards,
Arnold Layne

Aber! Arnoooold! What have you done? :



With your wool pajamas?

I saw Derrick-Arnold shoot our Santa Claus,

When he came to visit, Christmas night,

Derrick had just learnt to creep,

Down our stairs to peep,

We thought that he was tucked,

In his bedroom fast asleep,

Then he gunned our neighbor Santa Claus,

In the middle of his beard, white as a sheep,

It was no laugh at all to see,

Our poor neighbor on his knee,

When our Derrick shot him dead, on Christmas night.

Arnold Derrick is a fine boy,
He was simply waiting for his ChristmASS toy,
You claim he shot that fellow in the head,
But instead he was snoozing under his bed,

A.D. is great, his future is bright,
He would not throw it away in a fight,
He believes in peace, and only gives love,
He'll walk away if push come to shove,

That old nutcase who lives nextdoor,
Was no Santa Clause, just an old bore,
And though i grieve for his loss of health,
If he is Santa, then i'm an elf

Le Arnold Derrick Le Gay

AAAAAAAAAA wrote:Arnold Derrick is a fine boy,
He was simply waiting for his Christas toy,
You claim he shot that fellow in the head,
But instead he was snoozing under his bed,

A.D. is great, his future is bright,
He would not throw it away in a fight,
He believes in peace, and only gives love,
He'll walk away if push come to shove,

That old nutcase who lives nextdoor,
Was no Santa Clause, just an old bore,
And though i grieve for his loss of health,
If he is Santa, then i'm an elf

I’m Buster A Brown….. and I approve this message

And may I ask what you approve of? You B-Hircin...You are a big PFFFFFFFF...and so is your master...[color=darkred]huuuu[/color]


edit: hahaha you see. It is impossible...

But those are red anyway. At least for a while. I think...

A little song to my brother, uncle Arnold...


My son is so nice,
And will NEVER be your size,
So leave you him alone,
He will NOT be your clone.

I can see how he now creeps,
And soon will jump high leaps,
When he plays the basket-game,
and NEVER have his uncles frame.

He will eat no bacon-steak,
And NEVER be a big-butt-freak.

No matter what you say,
He will star in basket-play,
NEVER spill his life on food,
Since he is of Derrick-blood.

He is my son,
And with him I won,
First price in life's big pool,
And that is so cool...

But you are one big, ignorant uncle-fool..
that gave him a PISTOLA and not a guitarra-viol! Shame on you!

Goal Stockhausen wrote: A little song to my brother, uncle Arnold...


My son is so nice,
And will NEVER be your size,
So leave you him alone,
He will NOT be your clone.

I can see how he now creeps,
And soon will jump high leaps,
When he plays the basket-game,
and NEVER have his uncles frame.

He will eat no bacon-steak,
And NEVER be a big-butt-freak.

No matter what you say,
He will star in basket-play,
NEVER spill his life on food,
Since he is of Derrick-blood.

He is my son,
And with him I won,
First price in life's big pool,
And that is so cool...

But you are one big, ignorant uncle-fool..
that gave him a PISTOLA and not a guitarra-viol! Shame on you!

Why does little Arnold-Derrick like about sports?
Aimlessly running up and down the courts,
Leaving his muscles afflicted with aches,
His feet raw and red, like undercooked steaks?


You think he can jump like that mullato, Derrick?
He'd sooner become a muslim cleric,
Basketball failures will break the boy's heart,
Uncle's cakes will give a fresh start...


And the Pistola I gave by accident!!
I thought it was a percussion instrument,
I find its sound rather dainty and sweet,
It can be used to keep the beat...

PS: I love your rhymes! This is progress

Arnold Layne

Aber! Arnoooold!

Aber Arnold. Now your damn pistola has affected our quiet life here in Mödrath very negatively. The police, the GERMAN police, was here yesterday and questioned us in the most fascistic way, about what we had done during Christmas.
Challe answered as best he could, and I pretended to be deaf and mute. Little Derrick said only badaba.

The neighbors wife claims that her husband Gunter (Santa ) had disappeared, and last was heard, when he entered our house, with his silly HOHOHO! Since then no one knows where he is. At all!


So according to the wife and the fascistpolicia he must still be in our house. ( very probable on January 26. huh!)

"Jaja", said papa Challe, "You are so welcome to look here for him yourself. But as I remember, he wasn't specially sober when he lulled away from us. Too many Christmas-drams, I would say. Maybe the wolves and foxes have taken him. Or the elves. Haha"!

"Not funny at all", said the boring fasco, "We are coming back with a warrant for searching the house early to morrow".

"You are so welcome" said papa between clenched teeth.

We are very grateful for the new snow last week. Santa Gunters grave is now hidden, under a glistening white cover.

But for your own sake, Arnold, stay away as far as possible. Challe is more than furious. And to your idea about a pistola as a rhythm-instrument I can only say a double-huh......

Arnold is a bit busy. You see, I've baked a new batch of muffins. But he will be back. Again!

BBBBBBBBB wrote:HOW IN THE BLOOOODY HELL DO YOU CRAZIES COME UP WITH ALL THESE STORIES AND DELIGHTFUL WONDERFUL CHARACTERS

Gosh so many red letters! Incredible!

AAAAAAAAAA wrote:Arnold is a bit busy. You see, I've baked a new batch of muffins. But he will be back. Again!

So the African adventure is over and I hope you will let us share your scientific, zoological discoveries. It feels however good to know, that you are not eaten by heterosexual lions, and are safe back with your moss-muffins. Seattle's digestion-problems must be solved for now...

Is Arnold, by the way, affected from his earlier sex-frustration-spring-stresses or is it some new ones? Just wondered...

My attempts to quantify the pervasiveness of homosexuality in African lions were unfortunately fruitless. I find they are all heterosexual. Also the male lions prefer to be on top, as that is how it works in Africa.

Arnold's spring stresses have been replaced by new, more year-round stresses. But I assure you that he enjoys the witty banter immensely, that you two share.

Where's the goose?

Those broken shoes, belong to the goose...

Aber Arnold! I will now tell you, what happened on the police-investigation, that you brought on. HUH!

Challe prepared a meet and greet, for the police-men, when he asked Mödraths two exorcists, to help him with his friends,that were possessed of devilish spirits, and pretended to be policemen. They were very convincing, so the priests had to be persistent, in their exorcism. And not give in, if the guys protested.

First came the policemen and soon after arrived the exorcists, in full ornate, and they started immediately, with their prayers. The police-men were maybe a little surprised, but tried to ignore the two mumbling men, even if they came very close.

The priests had expected strong resistance from the devils, so they became even more intrusive and the atmosphere was soon a little agitated. But when they started to splash holy water, on the laws long arms, and intone chants, it was too much.

"What on hell is this? Who are you? And what is the matter with you"?

"Out, out evil spirit! Out, out! Show yourself you nasty Belsebub..."

More water.

"Are you sparkling crazy? We are policemen and have a warrant to look for Santa-Gunter"!

"Santa-Gunter? Jaja! Is that what you call yourself now, Belsebub? Out, out! Show yourself...Out, out, Santa Gunter...

More holy water! Now in the face of a very upset German policeman.

And that was some water too much. The two priests were handcuffed and brought to the station. So they all left us and are hopefully not coming back. We had a good laugh, and in springtime we will plant some daisies and white roses, in our newly dug flower-bed.

But Arnold! I think you better stay away some time more. Challe gets a too high face-color when he hears your name...

Jaja, we shouldn't have laughed! The police came back the next day and since the snow had melted, we were rather nervous. The stupid exorcists had continued their "spirit-work" on the station and told the two policemen, that they had a devil called Santa in their bodies.

So the guys were rather sour, when they started to investigate room after room in Challes big old house (Built 1830). They were sure, that they would find a murdered Santa, in some wardrobe. We slunk after them, a little subdued, since we understood that the garden soon was in line.

Then, praise Jesus and all his apostles! It started to snow. Bigbig flakes gathered over our new flower-bed. A white blessing! And we smiled again!

The police went up to the third floor, and since we seldom use the rooms there, I became rather surprised when they found a suspicious space, behind a wall. They measured the floor and found that there must be a room in the room, a place perfect for a hidden body.

They didn't hesitate. Heavy tools in heavy, eager policehands broke down the thin extra-wall.

Huh! A new little room! And in that little room a black coffin...

"Aha", said one sturdy wall-broker and opened the coffin.

No body, but a red rather big velvet-box. He opened that one too...

Gosh, gosh and gosh again!

A treasure! An unimaginable treasure.

Hundreds of diamonds, rubies and other stones, I don't even know the names of. And a bunch of rail-road-shares from last century, plus Deutsche mark in thousands from 1910.

This was the last room to investigate, and no Santa had been found. But an enormous fortune. The snow fell and fell, and the silenced policemen gave up and left.

Now we can put up a golden statue on a special place in the garden and my brother Arnold, that somehow is the reason for all this, can get at least some rail-road-shares and a bunch Deutsche mark...

Hahahah...

Gosh! I gaze at my salamipizza.(#44) Isn't it a cockroach, that strolls there in the tzatzikisauce?

Hallooo!

My own song.

Wow, I am a rich girl,
Yubby, dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby, dum,
All day long I flum and biddy bum,
Now I am a rich girl,
I can choose the best of everything,
Yabba, deedle, deedle, bubba, bubba, ding,
Now when I am stinking rich,
I can be an evil bitch...

Mödraths most important guys,
Will ask me out,
They will offer me both bed and crown,
Like I was the only girl in town,
Oh dear Goal you are too sweet to see,
Oh, dear Goal will you please marry me.

Aber it doesn't matter what they say,
I'm so rich, that I can do it all my own way,

Wow, I am a rich girl,
Yabba, dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby dubby dum,
Now I am a rich girl,
I can be what I was meant to be,
The most smashing girl Mödrath would ever see...
HIHIHIHIHI