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[The Cat's Mother]

Life's a bitch isn't it have I given you cyber germs from my cold?

That'll be it, then. I have Wessie Cyber-Plague.

[The Cat's Mother]

Are they the same thing?

If they were, my uterus might be able to gargle, which could be interesting.

[hatfull]

If they were, my uterus might be able to gargle, which could be interesting.

Sorry to hear that Kate. I'm a domestic goddess today, I've cleaned, gone to the supermarket, made a roast dinner, done 3 loads of washing and am now knitting. Check me out!

[virtually dead]

If they were, my uterus might be able to gargle, which could be interesting.

What a thing to be greeted with!

[The Cat's Mother]

What a thing to be greeted with!

Well, at least I didn't contemplate tonsil tampons. Oops....

[virtually dead]

Kate! stop it, stop it!
do you know anything about Hamlet, Kate?

[The Cat's Mother]

Kate! stop it, stop it!
do you know anything about Hamlet, Kate?

I daresay I've forgotten more than I can remember. What do you want to know?

[Kewpie]

I was very shocked to read Morrissey's message last year published on true-to-you which he mentioned tampons.

[virtually dead]

I daresay I've forgotten more than I can remember. What do you want to know?

800 - 1000 words on the meeting between Hamlet and Ophelia, if you wouldn't mind
Ah, nevermind, how are you Kate appart from the pains?

I was very shocked to read Morrissey's message last year published on true-to-you which he mentioned tampons.

I can't remember this

[The Cat's Mother]

I was very shocked to read Morrissey's message last year published on true-to-you which he mentioned tampons.

Especially coming from a bloke who bleeds monthly from the stigmata in his hands and feet and from where they stuck the thorn into his side.


Just kidding. Probably.

[Kewpie]

Especially coming from a bloke who bleeds monthly from the stigmata in his hands and feet and from where they stuck the thorn into his side.


Just kidding. Probably.

Hehehe...glad he hasn't mentioned sanitary products in his lyrics.

[hatfull]

Especially coming from a bloke who bleeds monthly from the stigmata in his hands and feet and from where they stuck the thorn into his side.


Just kidding. Probably.

hahahahahaha! Go say it on gd, go on!

[The Cat's Mother]

hahahahahaha! Go say it on gd, go on!

Yeah, like I need a Fawners' Fatwah as well as a gargling uterus....

[hatfull]

Yeah, like I need a Fawners' Fatwah as well as a gargling uterus....

true...

I need some chocolate

[Amy]

That'll be it, then. I have Wessie Cyber-Plague.

HAHAHAHA!

ooo be careful Kate, it might not go away...

Possible side effects:

In certain circumstances, sufferers may develop a sudden and illogical desire to move to the Westerly side of the county of Yorkshire, particularly to the areas of Wakefield and the Five Towns, where Morrissey-Solo user Amy will be waiting to greet you with a smug grin, a hot cup of cocoa and a bad case of the Wessie Cyber Plague.

The only way to remedy this mysterious illness is to become an inhabitant of West Yorkshire itself, thus developing an immunity

[The Cat's Mother]

true...

I need some chocolate

I need jaffa cakes.

I once developed marks like stigmata on both palms. Still don't know what caused it. Got the evangelical Christian in the upstairs office at work all twitchy, though.

[Amy]

I was very shocked to read Morrissey's message last year published on true-to-you which he mentioned tampons.

WHAT!?

Where is this mysterious tampon message!?

[The Cat's Mother]

WHAT!?

Where is this mysterious tampon message!?

It was a rather silly comment about record company types sitting in their offices and "smoking their tampons". Hardly Oscar Wilde. Although I had to wonder if Morrissey meant the tampons with or without applicators. Sort of cigarette holders v rollies.

[The Cat's Mother]

true...

I need some chocolate

I've had enough. I'm popping into Hornsea to see if Heron have any Jaffa Cakes. Back in a bit...

[Amy]

It was a rather silly comment about record company types sitting in their offices and "smoking their tampons". Hardly Oscar Wilde. Although I had to wonder if Morrissey meant the tampons with or without applicators. Sort of cigarette holders v rollies.

eurgh. It doesn't even make much sense

I can't use tampons, they are the Anti-christ of sanitary products.