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Mrs Dr GB:
Yesterday you commented that it hadn't snowed yet, and today it's snowed. So please, could you today comment on the fact that as yet I haven't won several million on the lottery? Thank you.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 4:57:16 am)
Heruka:
Yes, well, I was wrong yesterday. It had snowed, just not in my neck of the woods. Slightly further to the south, they had a "dusting" of the stuff.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:06:22 am)
Heruka:
Hmmm. That's David Gilmour, and the article that accompanies that pic states that's he done with Pink Floyd. "I never want to say we're done completely, but we may be," says Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour.
http://www.rollingstone.com/news/newsarticle.asp?nid=14927&cf=1110
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:12:04 am)
Heruka:
I'm sorry that you haven;t win several million in the lottory. The money would go to good hands with you I'm sure, more jet-setting, globe-trotting for you? Would you give it to the poor? Would you start up your own company, giving others a chance to earn it, while helping out the economy? More tea is needed.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:15:04 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
And there you have summed up the solution to all problems in the world today. I also believe that that should be the new quote. "More tea is needed". Yes. Yes it is.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:27:43 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
How very satisfying. A conference call just came through which the idiots should have cancelled. I couldn't be bothered answering the call and explaining so I went into the room, walked past my boss and the chap he's meeting with, pulled the phone wire out of the wall, and walked out. Very, very satisfying.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:37:09 am)
Heruka:
Big Bertha and I have been chosen to bring the pumpkin pies to one of our dinners tomorrow. Now, I'm not sure if we should buy premade pies, or make our own. How hard can it be. I'm also debating as whether or not to bring just pumpkin, or take along some other kind of pie for those who no like pumpkin. I thinking key-lime pie. Which I've had a hunger for, for quite sometime now.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 5:55:59 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Happy news! At the moment the view from my window is a beautiful old building. Just lovely, very ornate, very grand. In the new building, I have a view of a brothel. This is going to be great.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 7:20:16 am)
Sleepy:
At least there will be a comforting red glow in the window during those cold winter afternoons.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 9:02:10 am)
Chewing Wax:
Hookers?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 9:40:55 am)
Cushca:
Bird, look at your e-mail.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 9:49:22 am)
Detlef Sping:
as yet Mrs. Dr GB hasn't won several million on the lottery
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 9:54:46 am)
Detlef Sping:
Two nuns, Sister Marilyn and Sister Helen, are travelling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tiny little Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the windshield. "Quick, quick!" shouts Sister Marilyn. "What shall we do?" "Turn the windshield wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination," says Sister Helen. Sister Marilyn switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. "What shall I do now?" she shouts. "Switch on the windshield washer. I filled it up with Holy Water at the Vatican," says Sister Helen. Sister Marilyn turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. "Now what?" shouts Sister Marilyn. "Show him your cross," says Sister Helen. "Now you're talking," says Sister Marilyn. She opens the window and shouts, "Get the fuck off the car!"
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:24:22 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Roooooooooxanne! You don't have to put on your red light! Rooooooooooooooxanne!
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:30:50 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Ahem. Thank you, Detlef. I appreciate it greatly. I will buy a lottery ticket on the way home, and if I win a zillion pounds, I will send you a tenner. How's about that.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:31:15 am)
Heruka:
You see, Gb. That could work in your favor. Whenever your boss gets pushy, just subtly bring hos attention the the building across the street, just letting him know that there are employment opportunities elsewhere.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:33:22 am)
Chewing Wax:
Doesn't Mrs. Dr. GB usually win the lottery by now?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:35:21 am)
bela:
Hello, I want that flying piggy.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:40:39 am)
Heruka:
Hello. Who are you?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:44:25 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Don't worry about it. I'm going to win the lottery tonight. The flying piggy shall be yours. But only if you join in with the general "Hey shouldn't GB have won the lottery by now" conversation.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:44:57 am)
bela:
Who am I?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:47:54 am)
bela:
What lottery? Good luck.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:48:19 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Margret is sitting at this computer (which is in the attic room, incidentally) typing something. I'm flopped in a chair close by with a paper and pad, scribbling away at a bit of work.I pause and say to her 'Tortoise and turtle is the same word in German, isn't it?'She stops typing, reaches over, pulls off one of my Birkenstock shoes, throws it down through trapdoor (I hear it thud below, then flip-flop down the stairs) and returns to her typing. All in a single, silent movement.Your guess is as good as mine, frankly.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:49:58 am)
bela:
You wear Birkenstocks out in public?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:52:49 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Tsk. Pay attention, please. That was from Mil and Margret's page. I am not married to a German woman. And I don't wear Birkenstocks. And I call an attic a loft.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:57:45 am)
Heruka:
I'm tired. Maybe a nap is in order.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:58:04 am)
Heruka:
Wasn't the guy German?
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 10:59:57 am)
Cushca:
Bird - I've sent you an e-mail.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:04:43 am)
Heruka:
Forget it. I found the page.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:05:17 am)
bela:
Oh, sorry. In my psychic evaluation of you, Birkenstocks really didn't fit in anywhere so that was sort of a surprise to me.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:05:41 am)
Heruka:
Please, I think you should share your thoughts with the class..err.. lounge.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:06:10 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Well your psychic evaluation was correct on that score.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:07:38 am)
Cushca:
But she does wear natural fibres.
(Wed Nov 21, 2001 - 11:08:25 am)