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Aphos

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

pieces o nine

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!
"If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?"
--Marquise de Sevigne, February 11, 1677

Griffin NoName

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Pachyderm

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Aphos

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Griffin NoName

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet.
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Pachyderm

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Griffin NoName

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Opsa

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling

pieces o nine

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said
"If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?"
--Marquise de Sevigne, February 11, 1677

Griffin NoName

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said Giles, straightening
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Aphos

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said Giles, straightening his tie
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Griffin NoName

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said Giles, straightening his tie and handkerchief.
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Aphos

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said Giles, straightening his tie and handkerchief.  He turned
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

pieces o nine

Chapter Two

The nearly edible cheese on top of the Tata Nano slowly crept under the shrubber's wagon. Uncle Vanya tried to infiltrate the Guild of Patchwork Quilters wearing the ceremonial scarf of the Worglemanglers Union.  By the supremely diffident medium of clairvoyance, Giles discovered that Neville had again forgotten Lady Windermere's handbag in his haste to cover up his horrible but strangely appropriate moustache. Clutching Mandrake, a plant long believed to lubricate Time Itself, he wound carriage clocks round his mother's finest piece of Impressionist Art.

The handbag was recovered and opened by the Footman behind the ancient grandfather clock just as Renoir's masterpiece fell onto the family jewels. Giles, the Topiairist champion, clutched his aching right hand and screamed.

"Who's there!  I'm not quite ready to go skating yet. Aunt Margaret would you quit yelling, please!" said Giles, straightening his tie and handkerchief.  He turned and coughed
"If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?"
--Marquise de Sevigne, February 11, 1677