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Chewing Wax:
I hope your parents appreciate what a wonderful, thoughtful son they have.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 12:48:16 pm)

Cushca:
We'll put some bunting on the tramps. How about that?
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 12:51:31 pm)

Chewing Wax:
And finish the bloody underground
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 12:54:05 pm)

Cushca:
Which part of it is not finished then? Eh?
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 1:10:18 pm)

storytime - part 1:
Once upon a time there were three little girls. Some of them had long curly hair and some of them didn’t. In fact, their hairstyles varied a lot. And so did the colors. It was magic. They were very sweet girls – little angels in fact, and they were soon to have a mission.

They had been sitting seductively in Chwarlie’s office all morning, filing their nails, making tea and making their hair flick with high powered curling implements. Then the call came through. “Girls – listen up!” a voice bellowed.

The girls continued to file their nails. Chwarlie had forgotten to the say the magic word that should precede all requests. “Chocolate! Listen up girls!”. They put down their nail files and gathered round the shitty little speaker that sat in the middle of their cheap, cork desk. “Girls. It has been reported to me that the Muse has gone missing. She was last seen buying cigarettes and then walking into the woods with a bottle of wine in her hands. This country’s top writer, Regal Martin, has offered us $1,000,000 to find her. Girls. I’m relying on you to bring the Muse back safely.” The girls stiffled a yawn, shook their shiny hair, took a deep breath and chorused cheerfully “Sure thing, Chwarlie!”. And then they laughed and laughed and laughed. But not with their eyes.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 1:12:11 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Excellent.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 1:27:12 pm)

Myk Murphy:
oooh.... this might be a good story. wax is right... embankment station was a damn eyesore. i'll help give the tramps a good bunting.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 1:50:45 pm)

:
Chwarlie's Anglos?
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 2:53:27 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Not with their eyes
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 3:12:13 pm)

:
What can be done when Fahut Shmunt, a soon-to-be billionaire, is kidnapped from his own office at Shmunt Technologies, and the company is in jeopardy of losing a billion dollars? Under the sure sweaty hand of their suave moist and garrulous boss, notorious for his clever ways of avoiding face-to-face meetings with his employees, the Anglos use feminine charm, their eyes, high-tech gadgets, Chinese motorcycles, and hand-to-hand combat to save themselves, Chwarlie and thousands of innocent people, but in the process mistakenly bring in a Moose named Frank.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 3:31:04 pm)

“Chocolate! Listen up girls!”
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 3:38:19 pm)

Myk Murphy:
and so it goes...
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 3:40:33 pm)

Frank:

Frank immediately got to work recaulking the exterior finish. Unfortunately, the fumes from the caulk brought on a premature bought of "the rut". Consumed by the desire to mate, Frank burrowed his way deep into Chawley's vaults and seized upon the plans to build a futuristic plane/car powered by super concentrated processed bat guano.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 3:51:40 pm)

Decoy:
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 4:10:55 pm)

Myk Murphy:
can you believe that some folks are still using the UNprocessed bat guano?
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 4:28:40 pm)

:
That should read: a muse named Frank.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 5:08:15 pm)

Frank:

Doh!
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 5:09:58 pm)

Decoy:
Here's something you'll really enjoy.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 5:18:06 pm)

Decoy:
OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM EE II EE II OOO
AND ON THIS FARM HE HAD A CHICKEN EE II EE II OOO
WITH A CLUCK CLUCK HERE AND A CLUCK CLUCK THERE,
HERE A CLUCK, THERE A CLUCK, EVERYWHERE A CLUCK CLUCK
OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM EE II EE II OOO

(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 5:21:22 pm)

Chewing Wax:
By gum, I did enjoy that. Thanks.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 6:47:06 pm)

fred:
queenie really got to you guys, huh?
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 7:29:07 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Evening everybody
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 7:47:17 pm)

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icq
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 7:54:30 pm)

Sleepy:
Ahh. Just back from another troubled BabyBird gig. Many terrible technical hitches, two walk-offs from the stage in protest, copious apologies, but still they were brilliant. God bless them. Goodnight.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 7:59:27 pm)

Stephen Jones:

Goodnight from me too.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 8:07:45 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Ah, just missed you. Damn. Goodnight.
(Wed Jun 7, 2000 - 8:13:40 pm)

orange:
have you ever wanted to kill a screaming child... oh i hope so. Genius, pure genius. I hope it wasn't their last gig.
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 5:10:15 am)

Sleepy:
Hello. Myk - I sent you an email to the only address I have for you. Did you get it?
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 5:22:44 am)

Dr GB:
Morning all. Do you get a reduced sentence for murder if the person you slaughter is a temp?
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 6:24:01 am)

Sleepy:
Let me look in the Temp Book of Law 2000. Yes, yes.. I see... yes... reduced sentence and.. free coffee too.
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 7:01:17 am)

Decoy:
Keep reading, there's a part in the code about a rebate. Quite lucrative.
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 8:54:09 am)

Decoy:
'Morning Lady Professional Golfers Association members.
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 8:54:47 am)

Chewing Wax:
Hello everybody.
(Thu Jun 8, 2000 - 8:56:06 am)