Fanny Awesome.

You may have started a pandemic of NAME CHANGES.

Given that NewComer has participated a number of times in this forum, do you think that KJ will allow me to delete ‘New’ from my name?

With The Greatest of Respect,

Comer.

Okay, okay COMER. Next thing it’ll be Greek and hating it, The Loved To Death Scholar, Red Hot Knuckle, The Prude, Paloma Street, The Miniscule Labowski, Kill ‘O Flatter, Dregsy, Kevin Evan Revin……..
As if I haven’t got enough on my plate….KJ.

Dear CHICKY, I too respect your wish to recapitulate. Go quickly to the Office of Births, Deaths and Marriages. ‘Tis your only democratic right.

Now Geriatric Chick Magnet, take some credit for giving a youthful Fanny
a new idea in a sea of acorns.

I am off to the aforementioned office to register – am havin’ a Youth Life Crisis.

I’m registering as Jodie Foster, Annie Lennox, Hannibal Lector, Chopper Reed, Sex Kitten, Maid Marion and ME, ME, ME.

As for REJECTION, go back to the Tavern of Tears in your Lowes Gear. Jam two bucks into the juke box and strut your stuff. Play I’m Your Toy and wriggle what is left of your posterior. You OWN the Tavern Of Tears.

As for REJECTION – I have been many times rejected in the TAVERN of KJ. I keep going back!!

Fanny (for the time being).

Also reading the instructions I find there is no danger of divorce because it can KILL me.

Dear potential sheet of flames…….
I beg you, NO (bodily or otherwise) fluids anywhere near the new electric blanket. No coffee, no massage oil, no hand lotion, no sweating, no crying……NO nothing and I mean NOTHING. KJ.

I am fast coming to the conclusion that I’m a spunk on the internet and a mess on the ground.

Dear Greek and loving it,

Blokes who limp, write poetry and swim the Hellespont and free Greece as a hobby, and are good at horizontal dancing.

Other famous people who also had or have the Byron Syndrome can be found here:

http://www.disabled-world.com/artman/publish/famous-clubfoot.shtml

You KNOW I’m only partially educated. What’s the Byron Syndrome please?

Talk about a filthy mouth.

The syndrome first emerged at a work picnic a year ago when I was compelled to tell a homophobic joke to my boss and his boyfriend.

I’m not homophobic in the least so we all knew something was terribly wrong and human services was quickly alerted.

Next thing you know, I’m at a conference in Iceland – and I’m sure you’ll all be aware of the fact that the Prime Minister of that beautiful country is a lesbian.

I must say being in Iceland with an-up-and coming lesbian Prime Minister where no-one could understand me only contributed to a speedy recovery.

Thank you human services.

BTW, the Dean congratulated me on my lecture yesterday: Terrific, so passionate! His very words as he lent across my power point in a semi darkened hall.

I am only swearing intermittently at students in the lift.

Should be OK by end of semester.