unclehobart
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*resets trap with mincemeat pie and a christmas cracker*
The Watercooler
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unclehobart
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*thumbs through an Oct 92 Hong Kong edition of Penthouse while awaiting the next victims arival*
unclehobart
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*resets trap with a Bulmers and some honey roasted hazelnuts*
greenfreak
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I don't know what Bulmers is but I'm a big fan of honey-roasted anything!! *yummy*
That was a nice mid-afternoon snack. But I have to watch my diet.
That was a nice mid-afternoon snack. But I have to watch my diet.
unclehobart
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http://www.bulmers.ie/bworld.htm cider
unclehobart
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*resets the trap with zweiback cheesecake and a shot of Turkish espresso*
unclehobart
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*resets the trap with a 'Hotbody Firemen of Maimi' desk calendar*
unclehobart
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*resets the trap with yet another even more diabolical trap*
pretty diabolical, no?
pretty diabolical, no?
unclehobart
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See?!... you are trapped! ... a swarthy trap it was after all.
unclehobart
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Snared... snared hard! ... held by the windmills of your mind.
unclehobart
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It was a Muppet Show lyric that I was humming at the time... I wish i could remember the rest of it... *rushes to Google*
unclehobart
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This was sung by a stressed-out green bird-like thing with three
legs and feet rotating like a wheel, moving along faster and faster
as he sings faster and faster...
"Windmills of Your Mind"
Spoken: I'm very relaxed. I'm terribly calm and tranquil.
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...
Sung:
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
It's just these images of mind, just like the circles that you find,
They're in the windmills of your mind.
(Collides with windmill)
Spoken: But on the outside I'm very calm.... aaaaahhhhhh!
legs and feet rotating like a wheel, moving along faster and faster
as he sings faster and faster...
"Windmills of Your Mind"
Spoken: I'm very relaxed. I'm terribly calm and tranquil.
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...
Sung:
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
It's just these images of mind, just like the circles that you find,
They're in the windmills of your mind.
(Collides with windmill)
Spoken: But on the outside I'm very calm.... aaaaahhhhhh!
