Chewing Wax:
I had a budgie once. I took him off a friends friend because he was being neglected. He was a light blue and white affair and due to complete lack of petting, he was shy and nippy. His name was Mr. Pudding. He died once.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 10:18:55 am)

Chewing Wax:
but I've said too much
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 10:34:32 am)

Dr GB:
Hey that's just super. For the fourth time today my goddamn son of a bitch computer has locked me out of my e-mail so I have to re-boot. A-fucking-gain. How marvellous.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 10:47:08 am)

Dr GB:
you haven't said enough, Wax
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 10:47:19 am)

Cushca:
Tell us more.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:00:21 am)

:
Some birds are quick to pick up new wordsand phrases, while others never say a word. Unfortunately, even those Budgieswith an impressive vocabulary can be hard to understand, since they have such ahigh-pitched voice.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:04:05 am)

Chewing Wax:
I can say no more
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:09:26 am)

Dr GB:
They all laughed at Wax's sudden apprehension.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:35:35 am)

Chewing Wax:
Ho. ho ho.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:36:46 am)

Dr GB:
Ho
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:37:26 am)

Sleepy:
Poor Gonzo.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:38:49 am)

Dr GB:
Gonzo?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:43:58 am)

Chewing Wax:
Gonzo?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:48:28 am)

Dr GB:
that's what I thought.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 11:55:47 am)

Sleepy:
The Muppet. I just saw a picture of Miss Piggy and Gonzo and then remembered how sad Gonzo's life seemed to be.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:01:57 pm)

Sleepy:
Thank goodness he was made of fluffy material.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:02:15 pm)

Sleepy:
Or was he?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:02:25 pm)

Sleepy:
Poor Gonzo.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:02:43 pm)

Dr GB:
i'm going home now. bye luvvies.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:03:01 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Good lord. Look at the time. Night GB.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:06:44 pm)

Sleepy:
Bye GB.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:13:45 pm)

:
I was digging a new bed for my tomato plants. It was an uncommonly mild April day. That's when I dug up the dead Martian. No doubt about it. It was a dead Martian. Huge bulbous head. Pair of antennas sticking up through his head. He was wearing a little astronaught suit. He had a ray gun in his right hand. He had red boots on.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:18:39 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Yes. Gonzo had it bad. Poor Gonzo.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:20:04 pm)

Cushca:
Evening bastards.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:21:43 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Evening Cushca. How are you? How is your ankle?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:25:12 pm)

Cushca:
It's very bad indeed. I don't think it will ever get better. Whatever shall I do?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:28:29 pm)

Chewing Wax:
You should have it replaced with a plastic one. They are doing wonders with plastic now adays.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:30:54 pm)

Chewing Wax:
How did you hurt it? Was it a dancing accident on new years eve?
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:31:36 pm)

Cushca:
I fell down the last three stairs in my house whilst carrying Sleepy's Christmas presents. She is with me always. Causing me serious injury.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:33:37 pm)

Cushca:
My foot actually went underneath my ankle and I heard a snap. Not generally a good sign, so I've heard.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:34:05 pm)

Sleepy:
I'm blamed for everything that goes wrong in Cushca's life. I have TWO foot injuries. One from dancing, as you know and the other from a nasty commuter who crunched down hard on my foot as the bus went from 1-100 mph in two seconds.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:35:20 pm)

Chewing Wax:
That's a bad sign.
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:35:38 pm)

Cushca:
She always has to go one better, doesn't she? She has some kind of disorder - attention seeking or something......
(Wed Jan 12, 2000 - 12:36:02 pm)