Sinister: The dreaded bean and men in skirts.

[Pelican303 at xxx.com]

Now look here...just because I look like hell in a skirt (snake hips...what 
can I say?) doesn't mean I don't have ever right to make an ass of myself by 
wearing one.  (I like the way it breaths...kinda tickles...hmmm....anyway).
Our dearest bookworm, Laura, happened to mention (innocently, though, I 
should say) the idea of a coffee shop in the village.  Now this raises many 
issues...I mean you go too corporate or too indy and it ends up the domain of 
the fascist elite either way.  Not to mention the fact that those coffee oils 
are just no good at all for tea leaves.  However, I suppose there must be 
some place to get that 
"Lord-get-rid-of-this-hangover-and-i'll-never-ever-drink-again-until-next-week
end" cup o joe.  Oh my, what a horrible dilema!  I will of course always have 
a big hotpot of PG Tips that has been brewing in itself all day, and that'll 
turn your head twice as quick as coffee, no? Well...just throwing this out 
there because, where I am from, coffee houses just happen to be the very 
center of social interaction.  Oh dear....any ideas you guys?
    As for currency, I think expecting people to save delicious edible treats 
when they have a difficult enough time saving nonedible paper...well isn't 
that asking a bit much.  Why my stomach acids would quickly liquidate all my 
assests, if you see what I mean.  Now someone (I fail to recall who and I'm 
too lazy to check the old e-mails...pleeeeeese forgive me :)  ) had said they 
wanted a store that sells shiny things.  Well how would you feel about just 
using shiny things for currency.  I mean everyone likes shiny things...and 
they're much more fun to play with than money.  And then you could run the 
bank and sit all day in piles of shiny things and swim through them like 
Scrooge McDuck at the begining of DuckTales.  Eh?  
    If not shiny things, well I have a growing pile of monkey feces (someone 
pleeease take one of these buggers off my hands) so I"d be quite happy if we 
adopted monkey poo as the currency.  Why I'd be the local millionaire.
    I agree....cars are gay.
And with that, he hopped on his mod scooter and zoomed off.
Love and monkey dung,
Rob
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