Thread: Trans Siberian Adventure

MISS MARPLE!! said Mr M, restrain yourself, you are supposed to be the standard by which British women model themselves.


With that, Mr M made his way to the Boozesckie car..............

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where several more members of the Whacker gang were hang out.

Mr. M enquired to the closest gang member "Is it true what they say?"

That i will end up tiddley if I drink enough Wadka?

The closest gang member thought about this for a bit. You could tell he was thinking by the way the muscles in his forehead rippled and by the fact that he kept clenching his eyebrows. How, you may wonder Dear Reader, does one clench one's eyebrows? Well, it helps if you have eyebrows the way Pamela Anderson has boobs, the way Arnold Schwarzenegger has biceps, the way Lance Armstrong has Tour de France yellow jerseys. Get the picture? The closest gang member was a beetle-browed heavy in the old tradition. Hell! Even his left ear looked like Charles Bronson.

Miss Marple noticed this as he replied to her question

"Will you end upwaddley if you drink more Tidka? Skertainly you will. Fifthermore even, you're not as think as you drunk I am," he said. "Dozvedanya! (Hic!)"

Sir!! You are drunk said Mss M. to which MR M replyed.


All together now.....................................

Madam I am drunk and you are ugly, tomorrow I shall be sober, and you will still be ugly.


Your Future King, Charles

now then who is for pancakes for a light supper? said the Chef Roger de Crisper as he lit the ..........

.. The gas stove.
Miss Marples said "scuse me chaps I hear the call of nature and walked around the corner towards the Ladies loo but went through the rip in the fabric of the universe by mistake.
Her adventures there can be followed by going here

... portable, lightweight travelling barbie that he, like Mr M, kept conveniently to hand under his hat. There was a loud noise

"WHOOMP!"

Followed by a billowing cloud of smoke and a short scream from Chef Roger

"EEK!"

... as he realised his carefully coiffed and slicked down comb-over hairstyle was blazing cheerfully away atop his scone. People were warming their hands at its merry winter glow.

"Gerroff!" he yelled, slapping their hands away. "Me 'eads on fire!"

"Well," said Miss Marple. "I must say...."

Morning Mr M, that was one weird dream, 9 hours, it must have all happened in my sleep.

Hmm what to have for breakfast?

So off Miss M and Mr M went to find the dinning car...

Haveing found that the dining car had been sold as scrap to Ozwinsky dureing the night, they both settled down to roast marshmellows cooked over a kero flame.....................hmmmm, yum..................

"Tickets please".....

"Tickets Please".....

"Tickets Please" ......

Said the ticket collector, but wait.........