I am BAVK !!! It's good to be here !!

Welcome bavk.



I never know any gossip, that may be because we women are all in a holding pen. But we'll be out later.

Controversy

I just can't believe all the things people say -- Controversy
Am I black or white? Am I straight or gay? -- Controversy
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? -- Controversy
Controversy Controversy
I can't understand human curiosity -- Controversy
Was it good for you? Was I what you wanted me to be? -- Controversy
Do you get high? Does your daddy cry? -- Controversy
Controversy Controversy

Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me?
Some people wanna die so they can be free
(I said) Life is just a game, we're all just the same...do you wanna play?
Controversy Controversy Controversy
Controversy Controversy Controversy

Some Prince lyrics for Prince. I think that pretty much covers what we've been up to.

We missed you horribly. Welcome back!

Hey!! Welcome back!!

Wait.

How do we know it's really you?


hmmmmm . You said you had gained weight and didn't have a boyfriend.

It's you alright.

Joe(way to go on the not smoking)Nation

You have been missed--intellectually and aesthetically.

Hold your dominion.

Welcome back. I know gus has been pining for you.

<joyously singing!!!>

Hya Prince. Welcome home!

Prince


The Prince returned riding his magnificant black steed.

BBB

Look what I found, Prince.

SONG OF INDIA
(Music: Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov / Modern Lyrics: Johnny Mercer)

And still the snowy Himalayas rise
In ancient majesty before our eyes,
Beyond the plains, above the pines,
While through the ever, never changing land
As silently as any native band
That moves at night, the Ganges Shines

Then I hear the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
High upon a minaret I stand
Upon an old enchanted land,
There's the Maharajah's caravan,
Unfolding like a painted fan,
How small the little race of Man!

See them all parade across the ages,
Armies, Kings and slave from hist'ry's pages,
Played on one of nature's vastest stages.
The turbaned Sikhs and fakirs line the streets,
While holy men in shadowed calm retreats
Pray through the night and watch the stars,
A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn,
While down below the busy life goes on,
And women crowd the old bazaars;

All are in the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
Tune the ageless moon and stars were strung by,
Timeless song that only could be sung by
India, the jewel of the East.

Welcome back, Prince!!

Well there is good a2k news: Lola and Blatham got married and moved
to a hippie state like Oregon. Are they there yet?

As far as gossip goes (and I could follow a phone call Frank had with blatham)): yes, they're there.

But where is the prince ...


... oh, welcome back for these short moments, prince :wink:

He's bavk!! <thud>

Hey there, Gautam! We missed you! Congrats on the quitting of the smoking.....

Welcome back, oh Prince! You have been missed!

Welcome back sweet stuff :-D

I am also glad you are back, Prince. You are a legendary A2Ker.

(but what happened to your spell-checker?)

You had a noive disappearing like that. Glad you're back.

Wot she said.



Some noive!

I missed you all !!!

mwah mwah