Its a Loo Loo of a Loo
November 23rd 2007 04:28
With a look resembling some thing like divine bliss, showing all over her body, she stumbled her way back in to her bedroom. Once more that panic driven struggle to get her self to the toilet was over, for a short while at least, and she could fade away into another fitful sleep. Oh! BOY!, she cried out into the nighty, was she ever so greatful that she had made it to the toilet once more.
Earlier that day, Monica had woken up in another one of her cold sweats that seemed to want to stay with her for how so ever long it seemed now. Like an eternity it clung to her and rung her out every time: Feverishly she had dragged herself off of the bed, and slitherered down on to the floor on her belly, and crawled and clawed the many miles to the only toilet in their home, gasping in miserable pain with every gut wrenching attempt, to move just another inch, to get to that Oasis in the middle of the passage way, until finally, she had in desperate fashion, made it to their much perfumed toilet. Till finally after many agonising minutes which seemed to stretch like hours, days, weeks, months and even years; which ahd all but ehausted her again, and in a final burst of sheer will power, and grim determination, she clung to the rim of the toilet bowl, for that much waited mighty gush of winds which would come gushing out of her bowels, to relieve her of its mighty powers within her. For her, the pain and relief which follwed each momumental occasion and volcanic eruptions, became like sheer ecstacy and sweet ambrosia in the spring time.
For most of those past twelve months of her second pregnancy, Monica had suffered so very badly with this gaestro and false delivery pain alarms that she had almost withered away and was in jeopardy of having a miscarriage. It seemed so unfair that this pregnancy was so very different from their first pregnancy. It had been the perfect pregnancy for her and her susband Jeff, with every going so right, and even the delivery had been so e'e'easy. But this one, how could it be so different for them this time around? And now three years later here she was in such agony and for so damned long as well, and why? Oh Why couldnt the doctors induce her right now? Yes, she reminded her self that her condition back then had to stabalise much more before they would induce her.
Especially after so many false alarms, and mid night or beyond dashes to the hospital just to hear her belches in the loo one more time, and another false alarm was recorded and had to be payed for. She knew that they were very lucky due to Jeff's insurance coverage and health coverage which helped pay for the ambulance trips...Wow those trips sure do add up, and every one of them a false alarm costing from between three and five hundred dollars each time; Wow that money could have gone towards better things than her bouts of wind.
This time as in other times the Milental her doctor had prescribed for her and the alkaseltzer were there beside her bed on the dressing table, always helped with a small jug of water next to them for quick relief from the after math of her bouts of wind. Their lives had become so distraught and fraught with dread, that even their fisrt born, Donald was also showing signs of the same stress they were suffering from. For them, their toilet became like a great magical and mystical Oasis out in the middle of a strange and vast and horrible desert of their despair. Never realising that all of their sufferings during those torrid times, was going to turn into a most fortunate miracle and business for them later on. Had any one of their parents freinds, relatives, work mates and doctors wwere to have told them that there was such a thing as a miracle to come out of this horrible nightmare, they would have told them to get them selves psycho analyzedquite quickly, for they are mad indeed.
And yet, you guessed it, they invented the latest in home comforts, the portable wireless remote controlled and operated Loo. Its funny and yet so sad at the same time. They had come to name their invention "The Loo Loo of a Loo." Which is for them a most beneficial and romantic name for it. Finally for Jeff and Monica and their son Donald their troubles came to an end a few weeks later on, and she was delivered of a set of twin girls, whom they named Jessica and Morissa; for this miracle of twins, and the other added miracle was that Jessica was a white as their parents but that Morissa was very dark skinned and almost black. And to the amazement of every one including their doctors and the nurses, there was no logical explanation as to why this miracle had occurred at all.
All Monica could put it down to, in a mystical sort of way, was due to those many dashes and horrifying crawlings upon her belly till she finally mounted to the top of the loo and sat so precariously each time as to almost fall of her perch each time, and almost fell back down to the floor after each eruption had occurred with the streams and gases fromt hose mighty blasts of wind, which left her entirely wrung out each time, from the pit of her stromach and to the marrow of her bones to the very depths of her poor and depleted soul. All of a sudden those times were like mystical enchantments, spells that had helped her produce such a wonderful contrast in her newly discovered twin daughters; for Morissa had been wedged directly behind Jessica so well, that it looked like she was only carrying one child all of the time, but what a big child she seemed to be having.
In time Monica came to deeply appreciate her toilet and her obsession for its functions and usefulness in any given situation finally began to rub off on to Jeff as well. She had become totally devoted to its value and worth; as being the only appliance in their lives which seemed to supply all of the answers to all of their needs from then onwards. And it has been because of the growing obsession that Monica and Jeff had developed for their favourite 'Loo', for the practical and reliable usefulness of it; that a business idea began to slowly form in their minds and more importantly in their souls.
So obsessed were they over their discovery of their Loo, since the birth of their magical twin daughters, that with in the next three years they began to research the history of the toilet through out the history of the world and creation of all things, some six thousand years ago. They sought out the most ancient of civilizations and traced their piping systems and watering systems rhite down to the toilet cystern systems in use at those times. They were so amazed at the discoveries they had unearth over the next three years. Ideas were flown about with their minds hourly or so it seemed to them, and all the while the refining process was going on under neath it all.
The problem for them eventually made it self known as, "How do we" design and construct a workable and portable remote controlled Loo for the bedroom and what features should it have in it? well this was no over night thing. Miracles do happen, but they were being stopped dead in the tracks with this one problem. Eventually though the more they studied early inventions the more a set of concrete ideas began to form with in them at the same time.
And as Monica and Jeff's parents and freinds and relatives and work mates had been surrounding them with every available support during her pregnancy, so too now, they began to be convinced that they would succeed here to, and they too lent a hand as often as possible in what ever way they could. Along with their research, came many wild drunken party stories from their freinds and work mates, and old teachers they were still in contact with, which they were so astonished to hear about, as to the more lucid and torrid uses they had put their toilets too. Stories which they now told with wry humour.
Those various sickening traumas with technicolour yawns into the mouths of the toilet bowls; which then turned into even more desperate cries of "Oh! God!, which usually preceded such episodes, "NOT AGAIN!"; then the inevitable cleaning up process of even the next day, was also told with alot of misgiving and occasional sly humour and at times great shame and regret; with the sickening stench, and the gut wrenching with drawals shortly afterwards: or the many incidents with hiding out on the toilet seat for those who had become so drug addicted with their injecting their downfall each lucid time, as if in a never ending night mare, and those who were deeply into other forms of self abasement, and the eventual black outs they came too from even while being on the toilet never; knowing how they had ended up there in the first place; or of coming out of a coma in the hospital never knowing how it could have happened to them again.
Thankfully those days were very far behind all of their freinds stories and Monica and Jeff were very thankfull that they were. To them it was just another case of how the precious toilet seemed to have magical poweres to save peoples lives, and bless them with miracles of salvation. Then came the many funny stories of how the toilet was reused time and time again, as a hide out from parental requests for them to do their house chores, or to make their beds before going to school and or to work; and of the times when they hid there to get away from a nagging or bullying brother or sister, or parent or grand parent or even a freind, or even a teacher or school bully, or from a nagging boss or supervisor or work mate. Certainly such a clever device as the toilet had become a freind to every one and a saviour to every one as well over the period of every ones life.
It was the miracle of inventions for all of mankind, and we can forget about all of the other magnificient wonders of the world, for the humble toilet had out classed them all. And into these colossal insights spoken with alot of humour and at times with fond remembrance of olden times long past, there came the other discoveries of the single toilet out side of the house located in a shaded spot in the back yard of peoples homes and properties. Such phrases came into being for them as 'The Long Drop' or 'The Thunder Box' or 'The House Commode' or 'The Dunny Pit' or just 'The Dunny' or 'The Out House' and many more were invented as the years went by. After all you needed was some thing to dig a hole with, and some thing to wopie your self with, and a bit more water to wash your self wit, just in case of any mishaps. No...don't laugh, for it can happen to you...smile....Yes it can...for such mishaps are often called 'YETS' these days...as it is called Its a yet for you, or your elligible too....anyway, laugh while you can, cause it could happen to you.
As it turns out for their invention this cliche beame their award winning logo of the year for them since they launched their "Loo, Loo of a Loo'. Jeff and Monica became even more fascinated with the inventiveness of mankind for such contrivances of an out door loo, that they stumbled onto the very thing they were looking for. A way in which to design and build their LOO LOO of a LOO. For they had come up with reems of down loads from the internet and from the articles they had come across in the archives section of the local state library.
All of their efforts over the next three to five years since the birth of Jessica and Morissa led them inexorably onto their invention and production and marketing of the sincerely and firmly intrenched Loo Loo of a Loo into every ones lives, homes, hospitals, clubs of every kind, societies, shopping centers, doctors surgeries, business offices, garages, school buildings, fire stations, rescue cabins, parliamentary rooms, and even into the Space Stations and into the space ships as well which were circling the globe these days.
Their design was simple and their motives were even simpler; to get such a life saving and miracle producing Loo into every ones homes as soon as possible. Never had they envisioned that a whole world wide take off would ever happen, but as miracles go, it did.
Their design was so well shaped and softly contoured that every one thought they were looking at a majestic unfathomable wishing well rather than the insides of a normal toilet...ooopppsss, don't let them here me say 'a normal toilet'.....they would kill me I think....smile...
The shape was that of a childs face with the right amount of shading and colouring found in a new born babes face, and it was low enough that all one had to do, was to slide right onto from any side of the bed regardless of how the toilet was situated near the bed. For it always faced the bed with the gadgetry in built at the back of the unit. It was even strength tested to with stand the charge of a wild elephant. And in built into the sides of the toilet bowel itself, were hand holds, just in case... to steady one self. And into the frame work of the cabinet into which every thing was established were the remote controll devices and the computer programm unit, and amazingly a remote controlled Air-o-zone spray refreshener, with a sweet smelling fragrance of Lilacs in spring time, which operated automatically the moment the sensors were broken either by a head and shoulders or by a persons full (though perhaps shaking), body (thank God they had heard of voice activated gadgetry or I would never had made it out of bed).
Then came the more softer and milder colour schemes for the toilet itself as well as for the cabinet unit it was to be installed in, as well as the actual loo and water cystern operating system and piping, and water tanks and the adaptable and rechargeable batteries as well (after all this higly flashy loo, was just a glorified loo was it not, and especially if a person forgot to remember where the remot control for it was; and forgets which button to press at such times), oooppppsss...please dont say I mentioned this will ya...smile...
And as it was predicted by so far sighted a people, including their parents and minister, the whole establishment of the Loo Loo of a Loo, would cost some where between three thousand seven hundred dollars up to four thousand dollars each. Which included the cabinet it was to be housed in, as well as the colour schemes, as well as the electricals and the powerful pumps systems, and the battery and computer systems, and even to the inclusion of a sound system (For at such times there is never a hurry to get back to bed or back to work is there)....smile...
Now though Monica and Jeff can live off of their earnings quite well and practically all of their troubles are finally over. Every one including their children are quite glad that they are. For their now famous Loo Loo of a Loo, has been placed into every facility ever invented or stands today, including into the Lime Stone caves in Mount Gambier in the south eastern part of South Australia, and into all of the large and practical tea gardens and golf links, and local hobby farms, and air ports, naval and shipping ports, and fun parks every where, including near Ares Rock, and at every Olympic Games venues...smile...Oh well its better to have one than not eh...just in case...eh!!!!!
So rich has their rewards been, since those horrible and frantic and pain filled days and nights; that to see them all now, no one would ever guess they had ever had a problem in their lives, but many of us know the real story behind their Loo Loo of a Loo; that their "Life be In It Campaigns really sock it to every one, on how and why not to, abuse the toilet any where they are located, and in every ones homes as well; nor to demolish them in any way, in any public places, nor in shopping centeres, hotels, clubs swimming pools and so on; and not even when they are found in the trains, buses, aeroplanes, and now in the trams of Melbourne and most cities across the globe that also uses trams as a local traffic help.
Their rightful plea has been "To Please use this toilet (the one you are about to use) and the room it is in, for its proper and intended purposes. If you find you are about to self abse your self and or others with you, then please go to the nearest river bank and do not break or abuse the sanctity of these places...as they can transform your life and save it, rather than destroy it." It could happen to you...smile...Cheerio for now.
P.S... Oh, before I forget to mention this bit, I am their god father, and it could happen to you...smile...Both Jeff and Monica and the kids, had opriginally intended fit into the frame work of their Loo Loo of a Loo, a wonderfull piece of electrical equipment called an am/fm radio - but they thought that such a glorious thing would prevent most people from returning to work; so they settled for a new version of a computerised juke box with over five thousand selections from various musical types; with five different categories, from Rytham and Blues, to Rock and Roll, to the Big Band Era, to Movie sound tracks, to their favourite Christian songs, hyms and psalms, from various christian artists, from Scotland, Ireland, England and Wales, and from different boys and gilrs choirs from all over the world and from various all male and all women choirs as well.
Smile...Oh well, who wants to go straight back to work anyway; especially after an emergency dash? Isn't it better to settle ones nerves and bodily functions down first? Now why didn't they think of adding a coffee bar, or a water drink dispenser unit as well, as an alkaseltzer dispenser too? I'll think that maybe I will send them a note for them to ponder on, about this problem, as a maybe for their next prototype! Burp; sorry, Oh no, not again?...smile...
cherrio for now. The Old Man.
Earlier that day, Monica had woken up in another one of her cold sweats that seemed to want to stay with her for how so ever long it seemed now. Like an eternity it clung to her and rung her out every time: Feverishly she had dragged herself off of the bed, and slitherered down on to the floor on her belly, and crawled and clawed the many miles to the only toilet in their home, gasping in miserable pain with every gut wrenching attempt, to move just another inch, to get to that Oasis in the middle of the passage way, until finally, she had in desperate fashion, made it to their much perfumed toilet. Till finally after many agonising minutes which seemed to stretch like hours, days, weeks, months and even years; which ahd all but ehausted her again, and in a final burst of sheer will power, and grim determination, she clung to the rim of the toilet bowl, for that much waited mighty gush of winds which would come gushing out of her bowels, to relieve her of its mighty powers within her. For her, the pain and relief which follwed each momumental occasion and volcanic eruptions, became like sheer ecstacy and sweet ambrosia in the spring time.
For most of those past twelve months of her second pregnancy, Monica had suffered so very badly with this gaestro and false delivery pain alarms that she had almost withered away and was in jeopardy of having a miscarriage. It seemed so unfair that this pregnancy was so very different from their first pregnancy. It had been the perfect pregnancy for her and her susband Jeff, with every going so right, and even the delivery had been so e'e'easy. But this one, how could it be so different for them this time around? And now three years later here she was in such agony and for so damned long as well, and why? Oh Why couldnt the doctors induce her right now? Yes, she reminded her self that her condition back then had to stabalise much more before they would induce her.
Especially after so many false alarms, and mid night or beyond dashes to the hospital just to hear her belches in the loo one more time, and another false alarm was recorded and had to be payed for. She knew that they were very lucky due to Jeff's insurance coverage and health coverage which helped pay for the ambulance trips...Wow those trips sure do add up, and every one of them a false alarm costing from between three and five hundred dollars each time; Wow that money could have gone towards better things than her bouts of wind.
This time as in other times the Milental her doctor had prescribed for her and the alkaseltzer were there beside her bed on the dressing table, always helped with a small jug of water next to them for quick relief from the after math of her bouts of wind. Their lives had become so distraught and fraught with dread, that even their fisrt born, Donald was also showing signs of the same stress they were suffering from. For them, their toilet became like a great magical and mystical Oasis out in the middle of a strange and vast and horrible desert of their despair. Never realising that all of their sufferings during those torrid times, was going to turn into a most fortunate miracle and business for them later on. Had any one of their parents freinds, relatives, work mates and doctors wwere to have told them that there was such a thing as a miracle to come out of this horrible nightmare, they would have told them to get them selves psycho analyzedquite quickly, for they are mad indeed.
And yet, you guessed it, they invented the latest in home comforts, the portable wireless remote controlled and operated Loo. Its funny and yet so sad at the same time. They had come to name their invention "The Loo Loo of a Loo." Which is for them a most beneficial and romantic name for it. Finally for Jeff and Monica and their son Donald their troubles came to an end a few weeks later on, and she was delivered of a set of twin girls, whom they named Jessica and Morissa; for this miracle of twins, and the other added miracle was that Jessica was a white as their parents but that Morissa was very dark skinned and almost black. And to the amazement of every one including their doctors and the nurses, there was no logical explanation as to why this miracle had occurred at all.
All Monica could put it down to, in a mystical sort of way, was due to those many dashes and horrifying crawlings upon her belly till she finally mounted to the top of the loo and sat so precariously each time as to almost fall of her perch each time, and almost fell back down to the floor after each eruption had occurred with the streams and gases fromt hose mighty blasts of wind, which left her entirely wrung out each time, from the pit of her stromach and to the marrow of her bones to the very depths of her poor and depleted soul. All of a sudden those times were like mystical enchantments, spells that had helped her produce such a wonderful contrast in her newly discovered twin daughters; for Morissa had been wedged directly behind Jessica so well, that it looked like she was only carrying one child all of the time, but what a big child she seemed to be having.
In time Monica came to deeply appreciate her toilet and her obsession for its functions and usefulness in any given situation finally began to rub off on to Jeff as well. She had become totally devoted to its value and worth; as being the only appliance in their lives which seemed to supply all of the answers to all of their needs from then onwards. And it has been because of the growing obsession that Monica and Jeff had developed for their favourite 'Loo', for the practical and reliable usefulness of it; that a business idea began to slowly form in their minds and more importantly in their souls.
So obsessed were they over their discovery of their Loo, since the birth of their magical twin daughters, that with in the next three years they began to research the history of the toilet through out the history of the world and creation of all things, some six thousand years ago. They sought out the most ancient of civilizations and traced their piping systems and watering systems rhite down to the toilet cystern systems in use at those times. They were so amazed at the discoveries they had unearth over the next three years. Ideas were flown about with their minds hourly or so it seemed to them, and all the while the refining process was going on under neath it all.
The problem for them eventually made it self known as, "How do we" design and construct a workable and portable remote controlled Loo for the bedroom and what features should it have in it? well this was no over night thing. Miracles do happen, but they were being stopped dead in the tracks with this one problem. Eventually though the more they studied early inventions the more a set of concrete ideas began to form with in them at the same time.
And as Monica and Jeff's parents and freinds and relatives and work mates had been surrounding them with every available support during her pregnancy, so too now, they began to be convinced that they would succeed here to, and they too lent a hand as often as possible in what ever way they could. Along with their research, came many wild drunken party stories from their freinds and work mates, and old teachers they were still in contact with, which they were so astonished to hear about, as to the more lucid and torrid uses they had put their toilets too. Stories which they now told with wry humour.
Those various sickening traumas with technicolour yawns into the mouths of the toilet bowls; which then turned into even more desperate cries of "Oh! God!, which usually preceded such episodes, "NOT AGAIN!"; then the inevitable cleaning up process of even the next day, was also told with alot of misgiving and occasional sly humour and at times great shame and regret; with the sickening stench, and the gut wrenching with drawals shortly afterwards: or the many incidents with hiding out on the toilet seat for those who had become so drug addicted with their injecting their downfall each lucid time, as if in a never ending night mare, and those who were deeply into other forms of self abasement, and the eventual black outs they came too from even while being on the toilet never; knowing how they had ended up there in the first place; or of coming out of a coma in the hospital never knowing how it could have happened to them again.
Thankfully those days were very far behind all of their freinds stories and Monica and Jeff were very thankfull that they were. To them it was just another case of how the precious toilet seemed to have magical poweres to save peoples lives, and bless them with miracles of salvation. Then came the many funny stories of how the toilet was reused time and time again, as a hide out from parental requests for them to do their house chores, or to make their beds before going to school and or to work; and of the times when they hid there to get away from a nagging or bullying brother or sister, or parent or grand parent or even a freind, or even a teacher or school bully, or from a nagging boss or supervisor or work mate. Certainly such a clever device as the toilet had become a freind to every one and a saviour to every one as well over the period of every ones life.
It was the miracle of inventions for all of mankind, and we can forget about all of the other magnificient wonders of the world, for the humble toilet had out classed them all. And into these colossal insights spoken with alot of humour and at times with fond remembrance of olden times long past, there came the other discoveries of the single toilet out side of the house located in a shaded spot in the back yard of peoples homes and properties. Such phrases came into being for them as 'The Long Drop' or 'The Thunder Box' or 'The House Commode' or 'The Dunny Pit' or just 'The Dunny' or 'The Out House' and many more were invented as the years went by. After all you needed was some thing to dig a hole with, and some thing to wopie your self with, and a bit more water to wash your self wit, just in case of any mishaps. No...don't laugh, for it can happen to you...smile....Yes it can...for such mishaps are often called 'YETS' these days...as it is called Its a yet for you, or your elligible too....anyway, laugh while you can, cause it could happen to you.
As it turns out for their invention this cliche beame their award winning logo of the year for them since they launched their "Loo, Loo of a Loo'. Jeff and Monica became even more fascinated with the inventiveness of mankind for such contrivances of an out door loo, that they stumbled onto the very thing they were looking for. A way in which to design and build their LOO LOO of a LOO. For they had come up with reems of down loads from the internet and from the articles they had come across in the archives section of the local state library.
All of their efforts over the next three to five years since the birth of Jessica and Morissa led them inexorably onto their invention and production and marketing of the sincerely and firmly intrenched Loo Loo of a Loo into every ones lives, homes, hospitals, clubs of every kind, societies, shopping centers, doctors surgeries, business offices, garages, school buildings, fire stations, rescue cabins, parliamentary rooms, and even into the Space Stations and into the space ships as well which were circling the globe these days.
Their design was simple and their motives were even simpler; to get such a life saving and miracle producing Loo into every ones homes as soon as possible. Never had they envisioned that a whole world wide take off would ever happen, but as miracles go, it did.
Their design was so well shaped and softly contoured that every one thought they were looking at a majestic unfathomable wishing well rather than the insides of a normal toilet...ooopppsss, don't let them here me say 'a normal toilet'.....they would kill me I think....smile...
The shape was that of a childs face with the right amount of shading and colouring found in a new born babes face, and it was low enough that all one had to do, was to slide right onto from any side of the bed regardless of how the toilet was situated near the bed. For it always faced the bed with the gadgetry in built at the back of the unit. It was even strength tested to with stand the charge of a wild elephant. And in built into the sides of the toilet bowel itself, were hand holds, just in case... to steady one self. And into the frame work of the cabinet into which every thing was established were the remote controll devices and the computer programm unit, and amazingly a remote controlled Air-o-zone spray refreshener, with a sweet smelling fragrance of Lilacs in spring time, which operated automatically the moment the sensors were broken either by a head and shoulders or by a persons full (though perhaps shaking), body (thank God they had heard of voice activated gadgetry or I would never had made it out of bed).
Then came the more softer and milder colour schemes for the toilet itself as well as for the cabinet unit it was to be installed in, as well as the actual loo and water cystern operating system and piping, and water tanks and the adaptable and rechargeable batteries as well (after all this higly flashy loo, was just a glorified loo was it not, and especially if a person forgot to remember where the remot control for it was; and forgets which button to press at such times), oooppppsss...please dont say I mentioned this will ya...smile...
And as it was predicted by so far sighted a people, including their parents and minister, the whole establishment of the Loo Loo of a Loo, would cost some where between three thousand seven hundred dollars up to four thousand dollars each. Which included the cabinet it was to be housed in, as well as the colour schemes, as well as the electricals and the powerful pumps systems, and the battery and computer systems, and even to the inclusion of a sound system (For at such times there is never a hurry to get back to bed or back to work is there)....smile...
Now though Monica and Jeff can live off of their earnings quite well and practically all of their troubles are finally over. Every one including their children are quite glad that they are. For their now famous Loo Loo of a Loo, has been placed into every facility ever invented or stands today, including into the Lime Stone caves in Mount Gambier in the south eastern part of South Australia, and into all of the large and practical tea gardens and golf links, and local hobby farms, and air ports, naval and shipping ports, and fun parks every where, including near Ares Rock, and at every Olympic Games venues...smile...Oh well its better to have one than not eh...just in case...eh!!!!!
So rich has their rewards been, since those horrible and frantic and pain filled days and nights; that to see them all now, no one would ever guess they had ever had a problem in their lives, but many of us know the real story behind their Loo Loo of a Loo; that their "Life be In It Campaigns really sock it to every one, on how and why not to, abuse the toilet any where they are located, and in every ones homes as well; nor to demolish them in any way, in any public places, nor in shopping centeres, hotels, clubs swimming pools and so on; and not even when they are found in the trains, buses, aeroplanes, and now in the trams of Melbourne and most cities across the globe that also uses trams as a local traffic help.
Their rightful plea has been "To Please use this toilet (the one you are about to use) and the room it is in, for its proper and intended purposes. If you find you are about to self abse your self and or others with you, then please go to the nearest river bank and do not break or abuse the sanctity of these places...as they can transform your life and save it, rather than destroy it." It could happen to you...smile...Cheerio for now.
P.S... Oh, before I forget to mention this bit, I am their god father, and it could happen to you...smile...Both Jeff and Monica and the kids, had opriginally intended fit into the frame work of their Loo Loo of a Loo, a wonderfull piece of electrical equipment called an am/fm radio - but they thought that such a glorious thing would prevent most people from returning to work; so they settled for a new version of a computerised juke box with over five thousand selections from various musical types; with five different categories, from Rytham and Blues, to Rock and Roll, to the Big Band Era, to Movie sound tracks, to their favourite Christian songs, hyms and psalms, from various christian artists, from Scotland, Ireland, England and Wales, and from different boys and gilrs choirs from all over the world and from various all male and all women choirs as well.
Smile...Oh well, who wants to go straight back to work anyway; especially after an emergency dash? Isn't it better to settle ones nerves and bodily functions down first? Now why didn't they think of adding a coffee bar, or a water drink dispenser unit as well, as an alkaseltzer dispenser too? I'll think that maybe I will send them a note for them to ponder on, about this problem, as a maybe for their next prototype! Burp; sorry, Oh no, not again?...smile...
cherrio for now. The Old Man.
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