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Everybody, no matter what age, has a tendancy to enjoy weekends. However, I shall never forget as long as I live the day i spent in the company of the world's foremost brain surgeon. He was a funny smelling man with a beer belly and an extraordinary tweed jacket with suede elbows. He didn't mind the fact that he couldn't quite see his toes even on a good day ! Nonetheless, every morning he would get up and brush his favourite room in the house up with a tin of glossy paint. This obsession had started in the Navy.

Most people in the Navy know how to swim, however you occasionally find someone without toes. These people generally can't swim, they prefer to float on pieces of driftwood while they sing Irish shantys and partake in a goblet of mead. The only problem being sea gulls keep relieving themselves over the drifters and their goblets. To solve this problem they juggle enthusiastically with three pronged swords and rattle snakes, whilst simultaneously holding their breath and ducking under the water to avoid being hit by the you-know-what.

However their greatest challenge is finding a plug for their electric toothbrushes. Driftwood before the 1960's didn't come with 'sockets as standard', a problem made worse by the fact that seagulls are not good conductors of electricity and therefore not able to provide the necessary current, even in high winds. There is an old saying in the business, which goes ... 'one swallow does not a good night of drinking make'. That, of course, has nothing to do with our story. Unlike the real point of the story which is becoming increasingly irrelevant.

Truthfully, I did forget part of that weekend, mainly because I suffer from verbosity when I have one of these terrible hangovers but I didn't have a drip to dronk last night. Which is strange because I am surrounded by empty bottles and the prostrate bodies of several unconscious squirrels. They must have been nuts about me. What i didn't anticipate was the lengths that small rodents will go to to get their daily copy of the "Mews of the World" - which of course lets them know what their foes are up to.

Talking of foes (and toes), I'll never forget that day back in 1965 when the grass was green and the sky was blue, the good ol' days, when my greatest foe - whose name I dare not utter for fear of reawakening some dark forgotten demons- came to our house for tea and fairy cakes. It was then that I discovered a hitherto unknown aptitude for putting out small fires, but that's another story.
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that was hilarious...
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Oh my god i think i have just relieved myself.... LOL that was hilarious.. you guys all have sick and twisted mindsEmotion: smile I'm so proud heehee

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hi my name is kate and i'm from bulgaria
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if anybody want to help me please write me
Haha funny Hitch! I'd leave it just the way it is!
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Hi Kate,
or should i say:
Zdrasti Kate,

Im not from bulgaria but i know it.

Cac si?

i hope you understand,
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hey ! A "shanty" IS A SHELTER OF SOME KIND. USUALLY A SMALL HOUSE TO LIVE IN !!!!

WHAT YOU MEAN IS A "CHANTY" WHICH IS A LITTLE SONG SAILORS SING !!!

IVE SUNG MORE CHANTYS THAN YOU HAVE EVER THOUGHT OF !

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WITH SEVEN YEARS BEFORE THE MAST.