Random Factor... Like A Tractor

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Random factor, like a tractor...
by luckless_pedestrian on Sat 28 May 2011, 5:06 pm

Hello. Following its roaring success on the old 606 (winner of six Luckies*) I thought I'd provide a space on 606v2 for you to post any irrelevant little things you fancy sharing.

I'll start: I've always had trouble with the line 'Love grows where my Rosemary goes.' If they'd chosen another name like Anne or Susan there'd be no problem, but rosemary's a herb so it could be 'Love goes where my rosemary grows.'

playin' in a trevally band

...I can do anything better than you
coelacanth
Yes I can
coelacanth
Yes I can...

Manta-rays, of the way we were . . .

I fell in love with Annette Curtain.

luckless_pedestrian wrote:I fell in love with Annette Curtain.

Did the relationship end because you could see right through her?

Well that, plus the fact that she was hole-ier than thou.

Did she keep you on hooks? Did you tell her to pull herself together? Was she a pole? Did she only have eyes for you? Did you keep her hanging around?

She served her purpose, but after a while I wanted to see more of the world.

Was she obsessed by privacy?

I don't know, it was weird. I felt like she was hiding something from me.

It's probably best that you draw a voile over the whole experience.

No Voile was her older sister, a bit thicker from what I remember.

A compleat idiot you mean?

The other sister was blind and in the circus, she was a big draw.

Venetia... yeah she was something to behold.

Yes but given to Roman around and hanging about.

How is their old man Rod? It's always nice to see him when he drops down here...

The kids have been running rings round him.

Enough to slide him off the rails no doubt...

He said he was going to buy a safety pelmet if they carry on.

Not sure if your Fabricating a story there Glas but if its true he should stand up Vertical like a man and fight back. An eyelet for an eyelet.

Yes, he should crush their velvets.

Alterntively he could try and perSuede them to be reasonable.

I trained to be a hairdresser. When they told me I'd failed my final exams I wanted to curl up and dye.

That must have been a hair raising experience. I hope it hasnt permanently affected you.

I'm combover it now.

I suppose it was best to just brush it aside.

Yep, what doesn't kill us makes us tonger.

That mirrors an experience I had once. I told them they could keep my hair clippings... then blowed out onto the street in top conditioner.

Im sure that last one was a sham-

-poo to you!

In Vietnam they try to take haircutting to new levels... you go deeper and deeper into a series of rooms. Ear cleaning, toe tickling, massage the temples. I got as far as the eyeball massage bit... then politely told them I had to get back to work... which was complete bull. If you ever go there - try it!

While it does'nt sound BARBERous, it certainly looks like you had a close shave.

Comb off it, it was a brush with fate.

You could shave that again. I was lucky to comb out of it in one hair-piece.

It doesn't sound like a lice experience, that's for sure.

Oh it was fine... just that I wasn't after the Ultimate Dove treatment.

Fur flips sake don't get in a lather.

Rinse you've been gone, rinse you've been gone...

she was a hair clipper, one way styling gel...

It took me sooo long to wash it out, but I washed it out...

the long and winding cord... that leads... to your jaw

The barber's chair, chair, chair...

and she'll have suds, suds, suds till her Daddy takes the radox away...

Give me soap, Joanna...

Bald Moon Rinsing

wig talc away, wig talc way, wig talc away...

Gelous Guy

The answer my friend is blow drying in the wind . . .

New foils red hair....

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