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Slahty Barthfast:
1035 years of playing and I wish I had started with quality guitars.
(Sun May 13, 2001 - 12:59:49 pm)

Mrs Dr GB:
Jesu! Last night I dreamt that I was listening to Reveal on my computer at work and the computer caught fire. That's not happend but I am listening to All the Way to Reno (oh happy, happy, happy day!) and it has come to my attention that the ceiling is cracked and water is dripping through. I'm going to have to call maintenance and they're going to come up here and spoil my fun aren't they. It's not that she walked away, her office got smaller, the ceiling fell in, she was covered in plaster dust.......
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 3:40:49 am)

orange:
she just wants to flee..... that Cologne gig kicked botty. nearly bust the tv with the volume so high. lucky german pups.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 4:54:25 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Devils. I don't know why we bothered winning the war.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 5:38:48 am)

Sleepy:
Sky blue bells ringing. Good morning.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 5:39:05 am)

orange:
her ceiling collapsed early monday morning...
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 6:31:22 am)

orange:
the world is collapsing around her ears...
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 6:37:35 am)

orange:
the air was singing, it's calling you...
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 6:37:56 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Phase 2: the ceiling tile did indeed fall. And it would have fallen on my head if I hadn't moved literally seconds before. There is however still water coming through the ceiling. The next phase will be for the floor above to collapse. I'm just waiting for the sky to fall.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:36:22 am)

orange:
what is it up in the air for? i' drowning. the catacombs are filling. the southern central rain came down.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:38:02 am)

Cushca:
Hands up, baby hands up, give me your heart, gimme gimme, your heart, gimme gimme.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:45:58 am)

orange:
this one goes out...
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:54:00 am)

Cushca:
...and that one goes in?
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:55:50 am)

Sleepy:
Stop it with your Ottowan quotes. Stop it now I say.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:57:15 am)

orange:
now look what you've done, you've awoken the sleeping tiger
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 7:59:13 am)

Cushca:
It's very quiet.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 9:47:23 am)

Chewing Wax:
Good morning
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 9:50:16 am)

orange:
good morning, how are you, the weather's fine, the sky is...errrr grey
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 9:53:44 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
headache grey.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 9:55:03 am)

Decoy:
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:17:00 am)

Sleepy:
What?
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:18:18 am)

Chewing Wax:
is orange posting in lyrics? Headache grey. I'm going to write that down and steal it when the time is right.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:21:36 am)

Sleepy:
I have the most gigantic blister on my thumb, caused by superkeen extraction of roasting hot pitta bread from the toaster. It has to burst soon, it's making me feel sick to touch things.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:36:44 am)

Sleepy:
I rubbed Cushca's elbow with it when she wasn't expecting it.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:37:11 am)

Sleepy:
Not hard though. Not so that it would burst.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:37:22 am)

Cushca:
She is fucking disgusting. She's lurking. She's trying to get me with it again.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:38:11 am)

Sleepy:
Are you going to tell us about your Andrea Corr dream then Cushca?
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:38:30 am)

Sleepy:
Rub rub.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:38:49 am)

Cushca:
At least it didn't involve blisters, you dirty mare.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:39:02 am)

Sleepy:
Tongues and nethers though, eh? You dirty mare.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:39:27 am)

Sleepy:
We have reached a new low.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:39:48 am)

Chewing Wax:
No no. Please go on.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:40:50 am)

Cushca:
And you're the one who dragged us there, you pustulous guttersnipe.
(Mon May 14, 2001 - 10:42:13 am)