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11-18-2005, 06:26 AM
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The Chocoholic Sea Elf Administrator
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Teacup Café IV
The previous Teacup Cafe reached the 1000 post limit and is closed. Original thread starter is Nurvingiel.
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11-18-2005, 07:16 AM
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Elf Lord
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ahhh! the virgin white snow of an untouched new thread ....
runs around making footprints in the smooth snow ... throws a snowball and makes a snowman Grappa! yup great ... tastes like petroleum, would warm an iceicle's heart .... an aquired taste, but great all the same! me dad used to be well into it. |
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11-18-2005, 09:39 AM
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Ring-smith
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snowball fight!!!
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11-18-2005, 11:34 AM
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Lady Tipple & Queen of Blessed Thistle
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speaking of new snow....yesterday was 'first snow' for us here in west New York....I've got about 1.5 feet of snow at my house...very beautful
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11-18-2005, 01:12 PM
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the Shrike
Join Date: Mar 2002
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Drinking grappa is like drinking paint thinner, I don't care what they tell me, I ain't drinking it.
 
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11-18-2005, 04:11 PM
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The Black Númenórean
Join Date: Feb 2003
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I tried it once, and agree with BoP.
My finger is on the mend! Now if only the rest of me would follow suit...Dammit. *pours some esspresso out*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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11-18-2005, 05:08 PM
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Lady of Letters
Join Date: Jan 2002
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*drinks lots of coffee*
Need to stay awake for Harry Potter! *falls asleep*
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:13 PM
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The Blobbit
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Kent, England (Not Oxford! ... yet...)
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*pokes*
*teams up with fat blue-clad friend to make loud noise* Hello there. I didn't wake you, did I? 
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11-18-2005, 05:15 PM
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Lady of Letters
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Huh? What? I'm awake!
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:17 PM
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The Blobbit
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Kent, England (Not Oxford! ... yet...)
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Well you'll look silly when you read that in context then.
What precisely are we doing here? Is my purpose only to keep you awake. In which case: I want to some ice cream. |
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11-18-2005, 05:26 PM
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The Black Númenórean
Join Date: Feb 2003
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*pours sun-star extra coffee* Good luck in staying awake. I can wait until the thing comes out on tv, not that great a fan of the HP movies.
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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11-18-2005, 05:28 PM
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Lady of Letters
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I have no ice cream, but I'm sure there's some around here somewhere...
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:43 PM
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The Black Númenórean
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What kind of ice cream? I have a stock in the back, some fo the best you can get. I suggest the vanilla, personal favorite for me.
*sets Leroy on the 90 Second rule*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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11-18-2005, 05:45 PM
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Lady of Letters
Join Date: Jan 2002
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Mmm, vanilla's good... Got some mint choc chip back there as well?
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:48 PM
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The Blobbit
Join Date: Feb 2004
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Or cookie dough. Or write-a-good-philosophical-argument flavour?
I don't believe I've been introduced to Leroy? |
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11-18-2005, 05:50 PM
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The Black Númenórean
Join Date: Feb 2003
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Leroy the hop headed Liger. *rummages for a picture*
 He runs security here.Hmm, Cookie dough comming up *sets some down in a nice dish for Janny* Any thing else for you? Mint chocolate chip? I do believe I have one tub of that, perhaps the most ordered flavor...how many scoops?
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. Last edited by The last sane person : 11-18-2005 at 05:52 PM. |
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11-18-2005, 05:52 PM
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Lady of Letters
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One will do, thank you
 Janny, Leroy, Leroy, Janny. Now you're introduced.
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:53 PM
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The Blobbit
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Kent, England (Not Oxford! ... yet...)
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Wow thank you! What service! *is so pleased at sight of dish forgets to answer the question 'anything else' with 'yes, more'.* |
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11-18-2005, 05:56 PM
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Lady of Letters
Join Date: Jan 2002
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You remind me of Winnie the Pooh, who when asked "condensed milk or honey?" replied "both, please".
Mmm... condensed milk... *is in unusually greedy mood tonight*
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-18-2005, 05:56 PM
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The Black Númenórean
Join Date: Feb 2003
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*is a very good server and picks up on janny's unsaid request* Here you go, its on the house! *puts more cookie dough Ice cream for him*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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