If Life were a Game of Monopoly
Vest Say's, if life were a game of Monopoly, the first acquisitions on my agenda would be a waterworks and a power station, followed by St Pancras station, preferable to the other stations.
Combining these monopolies to work as a smoothly running machine would be my first objective, and the power station being the main player in the game would have to be powered with a sensible selection of fuels such as proteins carbohydrates veggies vitamins and minerals plus a clean water supply. St Pancras station would get a face lift, and its major engine named New Pancreas, it having replaced the former engine called 'Cloggedupanstuffedstonehengine'. nicknamed cloggers. Poor cloggers never had a good start in life and many pancreas'es were deprived of the easy to deal with fuels as described above, due to either the owners ignorance being not able to understand the proper procedure; but mainly because clogger's owner for example was desperately deprived and had to rely on a diet of watery porridge dripping sandwiches and mangold wurzels, poor cloggers efficiency never recovered from this early abuse and has struggled bravely with the fat distribution equation, despite receiving its proper Atkins Diet cloggers moving parts are too worn and beyond economical repair to perform proficiently. At the lower end, the waterworks which was given a new lease of life back in 92 has become sluggish and its frequent em missions are becoming anti social and sleep depriving and I suspect it could be masterminding my lack of activity in the boudoir.
Putting it all together, there have been tests to determine the problems involved, like U/samps blood tests and a renal scan, all will be divulged on Wednesday 16 inst my 82nd birthday, Little wonder cloggers is fairly stuffed. Tues 15th my sis Ruth's Birthday, St Swithins day. HBTY. Also 11 am I have to attend my Assoc AGM. So if I slacken off a bit you will have some idea what is happening. ok.
Be back soon, Have a wonderful BASTILLE DAY, VEST.
Combining these monopolies to work as a smoothly running machine would be my first objective, and the power station being the main player in the game would have to be powered with a sensible selection of fuels such as proteins carbohydrates veggies vitamins and minerals plus a clean water supply. St Pancras station would get a face lift, and its major engine named New Pancreas, it having replaced the former engine called 'Cloggedupanstuffedstonehengine'. nicknamed cloggers. Poor cloggers never had a good start in life and many pancreas'es were deprived of the easy to deal with fuels as described above, due to either the owners ignorance being not able to understand the proper procedure; but mainly because clogger's owner for example was desperately deprived and had to rely on a diet of watery porridge dripping sandwiches and mangold wurzels, poor cloggers efficiency never recovered from this early abuse and has struggled bravely with the fat distribution equation, despite receiving its proper Atkins Diet cloggers moving parts are too worn and beyond economical repair to perform proficiently. At the lower end, the waterworks which was given a new lease of life back in 92 has become sluggish and its frequent em missions are becoming anti social and sleep depriving and I suspect it could be masterminding my lack of activity in the boudoir.
Putting it all together, there have been tests to determine the problems involved, like U/samps blood tests and a renal scan, all will be divulged on Wednesday 16 inst my 82nd birthday, Little wonder cloggers is fairly stuffed. Tues 15th my sis Ruth's Birthday, St Swithins day. HBTY. Also 11 am I have to attend my Assoc AGM. So if I slacken off a bit you will have some idea what is happening. ok.
Be back soon, Have a wonderful BASTILLE DAY, VEST.
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Dont worry VEST
u r loved
by Rm
by K
by me
and
by Jesus
kate,xxxxx
when is your bday ?
I wish you good health, happiness and a lot of blessings!
I like your fantastic sense of humor, it is the best medicine.
it must be Mary
I cudnt find a pillar for my self
cud I borrow yours, when I need one?
You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.
Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.
Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The man I am today
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.
I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid.
Son of Vest, Timmy
Hope you get cake, candles and lots of love and pressies from all the fam.
Bless you.
A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. While they were walking through the barn, the farmer's mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly.
At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head "Yes" and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, he would shake his head, "No" and mumble a reply. Curious, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about.
The farmer replied, ''The women would say, 'What a terrible tragedy' and I would nod my head and say, 'Yes, it was.' The men would ask, 'You wanna sell that mule?' and I would shake my head and say, 'Can't. It's all booked up for a year.'"
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Rosemary.
im moving to brisbane this friday, i have my Daughters and my brother Andrews blessing
a truck will arrive over the next two days please have them deposit my gear into the unused space provided by your goodself
i will send another truck to collect once established
lifes fast , and im not missing this open door
love forever timmy
ps cats too sorry
Timmy (Son of Vest)