911 and 77 (21)
Or is there. Ahhh the mystery, the mystery, who knows? Maybe no one knows. Maybe we're not meant to know. Maybe that's the way it's meant to be. We'll find out, one day, when we get there, maybe, who knows, as long as the toilets are clean, that's all that matters oh and a place to park so we can sit an have a picnic (after we arrive, on the train, and find somewhere to sit and have a picnic, in the car park, because everysoddingwhere else if full, chock-a-block with tourists, ah, but look, just there, 45th row, 32 space, there's an empty car-parking place, let's have our picnic there as it's obvious the beach is 'standing room only', anyway, that's what it's like, if you don't want to find out before you get there just what it's all about, so to all you '(put on weeeny voice) 'oh weeeee'l find out when we arrive' people, okay, close your eyes, close your mind, but there won't be ANY toilets so you won't be able 'to go' until you get back, ha, xyz, ha, you'll probably burst then, if not in the more watery way like a water bomb (oops terrorist terrorist alert), then in the more apposite way which is implied in conjuntion with the only well known phrase or saying involving and probably revolving a fan, but enough, enough.
Whoops! Not an whoops really but a deliberate part of my cunning plan, I mean, I came up with this brilliant idea to have a new category called humour, and here it is, but, well, it's empty and there's nothing here except this. It's here to keep the seat warm. It's here as a nice cuddly but giant teddy bearish animalish thingy to keep you occupied, no not like France during WWII, but just to stop you from figeting and having performed that task I take my leave....whoosh! (I've left)
(I'll be back ((hear Terminator accent))
(Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
By Paul E. Coughlin
SaneThinking.com
22 May 2007
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