Love parade ?
Btw, what role am I auditioning for ? I play a good "b"anker you know
yeah man i went to the love parade that was wicked and crazy all i remember is hundreds of people peeing everywhere cos there werent enough toliets and rivers of pee pouring down the sides of rounday park....
hey i just found a site with pics of the york floods from 2000 if your interested duke
http://www.simon-caldwell.co.uk/photos/york/floods/index.htm
drom - hahaha i wnated you to do your part for the play and no im already under the table with fortune youll have to wait your turn
I'm still looking for a third member of my posse, remember!
yes but drom it was good for the trees and the plants...
Col's my distraction, he gets to smooth talk the other players. Now I need a back up guy while I pull of the "Revenge"
i thought drom was the third member?
oh
sorry
my mistake
well whos it gonna be then????
hello people anyone ??
Fortune and Col are crouched uncomfortably under the table, legs à gogo. They are joined by a mysterious dog, whose twenty-four carat gold tag reads 'Pacco.' Fortune peers out from a slit between the bottom of the chequered tablecloth and the top of the dusty floor. She scans first a discarded cigarrete. Then she looks up.
The mysterious woman comes towards the singer, sly, and coyly bends towards his dashing earlobe. She and he indulge in earlobe-to-earlobe whispering for a good two minutes, and then she goes away, continuing to make her way across the room. 'Here seeth the eye the eye,' proclaims the singer bombastically. 'A request has come.' The band strike up a version of a weird little ditty called 'I can see you under the tables.'
Frizzy headed Gloria ignores the state of bedlam and stands rigid at the sight of Fortune and Ronald Colman crouched under the too-narrow table.
(Unless I am much mistaken, Pacco is Osso's dear little doggie, correct?)
well thats what my dad always told me
