good morning ANZACs - rise and shine - no excuses.

Citizen bakka! I have never heard of Pirates flying the jolly roger on thier main Sail! This is a forgery! a fake! and a likely doc-up! and is very much appreciated! Very funny! Good Work!

Here at work I can see the new ANZAC icon! Tis' a fine looking ship we have built, but stay alert fellow ANZACs such a beautiful galley will no doubt draw envious eyes upon us! We must stay Vigilant! Wary! and above all reasonably sober!

At least for the time being . . . I've got a rather nasty hang over. LOL :notsure:

Too many rumbruskis..... LOL LOL

Did you really drink during the party, Cotal? Thought you were just role-playing.

~SDC~

It's a strange thing! I was role-playing . . . but I got so carried away I actually felt a bit tipsy!

As Master Yoda might say 'Powerful is the mind's, yet to be understood much of it is!'

It's probably possible. I've heard about people benefiting from throwing hoops mentally as opposed to actual physical traning.

So your body might be reacting to the mental images that you generated last night about drinking lots of rum.

~SDC~

I think your right! Imagine if people could focus that kinda power! The money we'd save . . . hehe.

Actualy semi-seriously, I've been doing Yoga (Hatha mainly) for some years now and I often can reap some benifit from just imagining doing the Suryanamaskara
(sp?) or other postures if I'm too busy or sick to do my practices.

lol, this just reminded me of a great psychological study I read about. They got a few people, and asked them to do a test, drink a couple shots of vodka, and do the test again, as well as describe how they felt. As you'd expect, their performance dropped a bit, and they reported being somewhat tipsy.

The catch is, half of them were drinking vodka, and the other half were just drinking water with some vodka smeared on the rim of the shotglass to give it that vodka smell. Interesting, hey?

You have no idea - there has been the odd study on the value of prayer in affecting outcomes from operations. The studies would get groups to pray for one set of patients and compare their outcomes to another control set. No conclusive benefits accrued!

Can you imagine?

"Hey - I want the Jesuit Prayer Squad - they pray harder than the Catholics!"

"The Jewish Prayer Team can fit you in at 11:00am"

"I'm into alternative medicine - do you have a Krisha Chanting Group?"

"Is there a Druid Circle in town?"

mmm not sure about the ship...still prefer the.....

ACE OF SPADES, ACE OF SPADES!!!

If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, all the same to me
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades, the Ace of Spades

carn the ANZACs

digger steve

iz dat like the time day iz dying red wine white and white wine red, and gettin' all these wine toffs in, and day iz sayin' dat da white wine (which iz red) iz peppery and blackcurrent etc, and dat da red wine (which iz white) iz melon and passionfruit?

maybe it isn't

LOL

Hehe . . . that story that you were reminded of by another story by reminds me of another story . . . um, if that makes sense?

We're of Polish decent and so after my brother got married at the reception they preformed the old European custom of the 'Vodka and the Water' . . . you know! The Bride and Groom are presented with two shot glasses one has water the other 60% proof! They intertwine arms and both skull 'em.

Traditionaly the one who drinks the Vodka is deemed to be the one whos going to were the pants in the House Hold . . . hehe.

My brothers new wife (Naddie) had hardly ever touched a drop of liquer in her life so it was arranged for her to know which glass was which.

Well my brother skulled his and Naddie hers! My bro then made a contorted expression on his face . . . as if to say yuk thats strong stuff!

Ten seconds later Naddie went ghost white and passed out! LMAO. We got it on film Too!

Hehe and she's still wearing the pants to this day!


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Those kinds of tricks they pull on those wine connoisseurs to make them say all sort of things about the same wine is hilarious. Wondered how they managed to live with the embarrassment.

~SDC~

dat iz traditional in all cultures, wiv or wivout da vodka

i iz duckin' for cover now

Cotal throws a soft lounge pillow at Evil but misses by a mile as he flees from sight but hits the fish tank! LOL

Its OK though . . .The fish survive (for now) . . .

i iz realisin' as i scurry out da door dat da polish vodka iz stronger than i iz ever thinkin'...

LOL

Well, I wasn't gonna bother going for the 400th post, since it's your thread, but what the hell. You've had two hours, and no-one wants it, so I say:

never let a Wombat poor your drinks... I think he must have added something to mine at the party... because I've just woken up.. and i have a massive head ache

you sure a drop bear didn't gt yeah?

Yep, beer will do that to you

lol, j/k!

The Moaning After

'Aw my head' sulked BlueSteel.

'Why do I do it to myself' he continued on in the same vein.

'Rise and shine oh great Cap-i-tan! Calif of the Stars' kindly peeled the voice of his rougish and hansome young number two Evil Steve.

'What! Oh you . . . must you be so dam chipper in the mornings Evil! he retorted in a grizzly fashion.

'Here's some Bex for you Sir!' Evil Steve added as he extended his hand with a personal selection of his finest extra-strength home made compound neatly presented in a small snuff-box.

'Cwua whats that,! Nick off already! You still taking that stuff! (Cough) What the heck do ya put in it that chit anyway' Blue said as he made a failed effort to rise from his King Sized enssemble.

'On second thought, yeah Ok . . (burp/fart) Opps hehe . . . just find me something smooth to wash this gravel down with!'

'I ground it myself Sir!' interjected Evil as he handed Blue a flat half drunken bottle of Cola.

'Is that so!' Blue mused as he promptly dissolved the whole contents of the box in the half bottle of black flat liquid.

'Well at least it put some fizz back into it . . . HA!' added Emperor BlueSteel feeling more like his ussual self.

'Um Sir thats alot of Bex you got there! said Evil in genuine concern.

No sooner had the words been said than the elixer had disappeared into Blue's ample gait.

'(burp/fart/burp) HA! Not bad!' bellowed the ANZAC King as he rose to his feet and inquired about the business of the day.

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There were pirates strewn everywhere on the open deck, still sleeping, snoring and just generally getting in the way of the ANZAC Fleet Captain as he tried to tip toe his way to the Bridge with his first mate.

'Looks like a massacre! . . hehe' he wispered to his Number Two, his cheeks finding some needed colour.

'Should I clear the way for you Cap-i-tan?' added Evil.

'Na! Let 'em sleep, I can get through this sea of coral' he answered.

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Arriving on the bridge only to find it barred from the inside the two ANZACs soon lost their previous cheer.

'What in Flamming Van Demons is going on!' Shouted Blue banging on the door with his huge fists.

'Shhhh Sir, we don't want to wake the pirates, um do we?'

Ignoring his first mates words he pounded all the harder cursing and swearing like only a true Space Wayfarer could.

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Then from behind them a familiar female voice broke thier vexation . . .

'So The Skipper and Gilligan are finally up!'

'Huh! Cotal!' the men both exclaimed in near perfect unison.

'We need to take a walk gentlmen' she added

'What! Listen up Witch Lady! Don't try any of that goofie voodoo on us! bellowed the ANZAC Captain.

'Yeah! . . what he said!' added his first Mate Evil.

'We've got r-e-l-i-g-i-o-n! so HA!' further added BlueSteel pointing at his Tatoo on his huge bicep which simply read . . .

"We've got ReLiGiOn, HA!"

'Yeah a Pigeon!' exclaimed his sometimes hard of hearing first mate.

'Always clowning around, thats good! Perfect Infact' retorted Cotal as she pushed passed the men and opened the Bridge door with a magnetic attachment on her key ring.

Both just followed slack jawed as she ushered them in through the door to the ships bridge locking it behind them.

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'Aboard and safe she is . . hehehe, good' Master Yoda chuckled to Obi Wan as he hopped off the stacked crates away from the Spy-glass on the Jedi's Ship.

'Master do you think they'll recognize Wartys Signiture on the old papers we gave her? It was rather illegible' Obi Wan said.

'hehehe young Padwan . . . Will it recongnise three offcourse one will thereafter be a threaty three and a trojan donkey! . . . hehehe!'

'Um Sorry Master I didn't quite get that?' in true confussion the Jedi Obi Wan said.

'hehehe . . . recognise they will , accept they may, lavitory I must use . . .' the great Jedi Master replied as he ambled off towards the ships most popular ammenity.

'I wish he would just speak normal' mummbled Obi Wan to himself left in yet another quandry of Jedi contemplation.

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'Where is everyone!' Emperor Pointius enquired casualy of his personal chef as he sat to eat his favorite morning cereal 'Special-Me' and read his daily space-gazzet 'The Times Paradox' already opened at the social pages.

No sooner had he sat down than he had noticed the full colour photo of his finest crew and some other very familiar faces staring at him almost mockingly from the gazzets glossy flat paper.

'What day is it today?' he calmly said to his chef

'Um, Sunday Chief' trembled his minions voice.

'Oh I see, thats great!' Pointius concluded.

'Um. anything else I can get you Chief?' thinly spoke the chef.

'Yeeeeesssss please' hissed Pointius

'(gulp) Um some of your favorite cheese perhaps?' hopefully added the chef.

'Aw no I don't think so. What about . . . ' Pointuis continued . . .

'My Flaming Crew! I want a head count in 20 minutes, no exceptions and I mean NOOO Exceptions!' Pointius barked.

He stormed off with the gazzet in hand leaveing his bowl of 'Special-Me' untouched.

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Hehe look I wrote a storwy! Sorry about the typos and bad grammer, its my first!

To be continued perhaps?

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Now you have to continue your story... LOL... can't wait to see whats going to happen... youve posed some quetions... just can't wait to hear the answers...

Oppps! I was just trying to fill up some space around here hehe . . . damit now that you've gone and read it I guess I'd better think this through!

huzzah! anzac stories back on deck....now i iz inspired.

LOL LOL LOL cotal, wish i'd seen your hatha impression of lewd drunkeness and all-round general bawdiness.....

...and HOW did you know i iz both roguish, handsome and young....??? iz you one of them psychologists?

LOL