[Previously, it was said that the JDI was investigating on a certain teething biscuit and a certain crazy monkaay. Due to unforeseen circumstances (and the fact that it be the time of da year for zammies and stars and dees), those tales will be put on hold.](Meanwhile...)
We wunner, we wunner, why do we ever bother stardeeing. For many a day this week, we have found ourselves walkering to the uni(s) of the... land, heading towards a certain place called the libree (or more often than not, the lawful libree). On the day of yester, it occurred to a bunch of peeps (the dodjees) that all play and no work is
bad not too good. The plannerers were at work in the earlycurly hours of the morning, with much yakkering and chattering and fastful typering and concluded that it was necessary to booker many-an-hour of da room.
After a dreaded lawful class (and after a hopelessly terribubble, traumatising morn), one of the wunnerbuddays trudged out of da law school and frolicked in the wind.
oh the wind, the wind. the wind was strongful and... gross! many a thing floating in the air (pollen, sunshine, etc etc). grossful grossful. Budden! ntl, ntl. Against all odds, the wunnerbudday and another (ooh, the WB-one and WB-two) went to get drinks (what would one do without drinks on a terribubbly hotful day!) so WB-one/two drink drinker away, while waiting for the others to arrive at the lawful room of
five-oh-five....
Promptfully at a couple of couple of few of many a minute (or second), the Kween arrives at da room (somehow, she found she found! A clue was disclosed.. that the room of five-oh-five was one that faced the park). Oh, and the Kween comes with food! With lunch for a WB and junkk. hehehe (WLWL!) Soonfully later, Swippy (or SWPP) arrived with many a thing and all armed for stardeebattle (..like Star Wars. hehe!)
Andden, the lappies prance onto the table, with wires splattered all over the floor and flip-flops flying around the room, and bags thrown all over da place and many a paper and many a stationery all over da table. So the stardees began. A certain Ledger came by (twice) mid-mid-afternoon for a bitsywitsy and left soon after (poreful poreful, she had skool till rather-very-late.)
So the entire afternoon and part of the evening continued on in that manner: studying, eating, drinking, talkering and
some playing with maltesers (
eeeyer).
(Apparently a certain atmosphere of dodj came upon those peeps in the libree and the d-aliens stole the keyboards of the stardeebuddies and started spammering a certain tagboard.)
As the night and darkness descended upon the land and the sun waved goodbye, it was time to go. To dinner, to home, to wherever. Even the dodjee buddays had to waver each other away. Only two remained and dinnered at an asian place on the street of lies. Back to the lawful libree they went, to the table of newspapers and thangs. More studding, budden it was discovered that the libree chairs are very comfy and loungeful... so it ended up that the brain wandered to thoughts-afar...
Thusfully, it may be seen that the night of the wedday ending on a startling (or, praps an endling) note, with tireful eyes and the worst of sores in the poreful brain (though one wunners if the brain be even there in da first place!)
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As the lawful wunnerbuddays ended classes on the fateful thursdee (that is the
day of to), J-two joined J-one in the libree of the lawskool (yet again! ovov!)
On the topic of stardees on the
day of to (today lah), J-one could only say this:
"Oh the sillay lawskool! It be against me! Against against! Firstfully, I was innerneting in da libree. surfering many a site, like da applestore and whatever else. Andden I decide to sign into emesen. Budden, emesen says, 'you've signed out because... (somethang which I rember not)', then I realise I realise that it was actually signed in all ze time! All the time I was online! And yet, and yet, I was not really online! (such lies, such lies. sillay emesen.) Andden andden (yes, still got somemore), the innernet be slowful. It be suckerfestedly slow (to the point of death!) It then occurred to me that there be only a quota of 50mb per week! and it further occurred to me that I've been in da lawskool/libree so muchfully that all the innernet quota be used up!"
...To conclude the very long comment, it was basically said that
too much stardeeing in the lawful libree (or any other libree, or place for that matter) is a stuckerfest.
And now, and now, the brain has melted and leaked out from the ears.
And somehow or another, as we skip, we skip outta the libree and into the fresh, cool, wunnerful (or not so)
evening night air, the thoughts.. the thoughts wander away.. to a distant land afar. we wunner buddies be thinkering 'oh why stardee. we should have been spontaneous, should have gone to da beach. should have tanned! what a waste! a waste, i say. spending da day at the libree. tsk....'
(This is what it would have been...)
Da wunner buddays trot out of a horrigible lawful class where heavy stonering and sleepiness were afoot. As they walkered out of the law buildering (oh da law buildering where all that peeps learn about is lie-ability), the sunny sun battered down!
And one said to the udder, what a wunnerful day tis for the beach!
And the udder said, she said, indeedo wunnerful! Praps we should go...
"Praps praps!"
"PRAPS we will...(dodjee looks!)"
"PRAAAAPS WE WILL!" (and if anybuddy knew these buddays s/he would know this meant YES! Indeedo they would!)
And so in that sudden wave of spontaneity, da dodjee buddays set off on a Kwest to da Beach!
Firstly, firstly, provisions needed to be garnered (DUH). Drinks alllll round! (Kaffeeeen and sugar rushes, nuff' said). Andden andden off they went! Drinks in hands and bags aslingered dey sashayed away to a trammerstop on a certain Swanful St. Waited they did oh so patiently, the six minutes passing oh so slowly.
Da sillay tram thang snailed tortoised and generally crawled its way to da stop. At this point, da dodjees shoulda known that the fates were against them! Oh the dreaded fates! There be historical backing there be! Da dodjees in their Kwest to da Kween's Cauliflowerfield were held up by the terribubble fates. The trains delayed and delayed, forcing the persevering dodjees nudder and anudder, changing lines and stations! (Ntl ntl da dodjees pressed on courageously and reached Cauliflowerfield bearing a wunnerful junk-sock for dear ol' Kweeny.)
This day this day, da trains, previously unsuccessful against the dodjees, rested and the trams tried their lucker. As da buddees stepped on, it became clear that the trammer was really a steam-room-on-wheels in disguise (oh da crafty fates/odds!) But da dodjees gave up not nono. Easily they could have said, mehhh beacher nudder day! But nono, they said, we persevere! (That and they were too lazy to get off the tram.)
Thus, on and on they went. The odds gave up not! For the tram took the roundest-aboutest way to get to the Beach! What's more and more, it slouched, grouched and generally trudged to said destination. A tram broker down in front dey said (oh what lies the odds will stoop to). And so it took a full hour for said tram to tram to da Beach. Then by then, the sun was hardly useful for tannering no more! Indeedo, da odds succeeded in foiling da dodjee tannering plans. Whatodo whatodo da dodjees said! (NOTHINNNNNN' dey answered!)
Then da dodjees thought, nono, one mustent let da fates get da better of us! We beacher still we do! And so they sat themselves down defiantly and rebelled! Enjoyed themselves they did. Threw themselves onto da pile of broken glass! (broken glass, sand, it's all the same).
Then it occurred to them that many a sillay thang the uni(s) have offered, momsen subbies like philosophy and painful subbies like law (yes all of law). Yet yet there be no Beach Studies! Thus thus for da greater good, da dodjees began to formulate da first lessons of said wunnerful new course of Beach Studies.
Firstly firstly, Sand Relocation 101: the creation of a crevice of person size. Then then, Sand Relocation 102: the production of a mini wall (a WALLY if you will) for the potential purpose of the demonstration of a mass suicide by mini stick peeps. Next next, there be Sand Relocation 103: the making of sandballs (involving complicated ratios of liquidity). And finally finally, Sand Relocation 104: the formation of deep straight and round holes (skill be involved, peeps, skill!).
Tireful from all this good and noble work, the dodjees finally engaged in some personal stoner time. It be discovered that this be what philosophers do! Sit with the elements of nature and up they come with funnay thangs like da sands of time and how they slip, or how the harder one grasps the harder tis to hold on etc momsen like that. Thus, dodjees concluded that philosophers, really in truth, are but talkative stoners.
Then and then the sun waved gooderbye for da day! And da stars came out to play! (heyyy that rhymes IL). And da buddays decided to lounge on da beach, heads on da bags/pillows, faces to da sky. Their own sweet time the stars took. The dodjees listened to Nottie (good and loyal Nottie who served wunnerfully on the day of to) while much foot-pointing, hand waving (even some sleepering!) and star-flashing were ongoing. Then then the Dodj returned! From a fateful day 49 days ago, scenes be reenacted. Da dodjees lookered at each udder and though there be no words mad lafferter ensued! And stop it did not! Nono. Stop it did not. Much like the night where certain two peeps slept not all night and burst into much (silent) lafferter each time they looked at each udder when a certain dodjee (her initials are Mrs. L.) made noise in her sleep (and that be many times!).
Budden budden da odds be unhappy with da dodjee happpiness! And so da cold winds blewer. Da dodjees concluded it be time to leafer. Da stummy be hungery anyway they said they said (through chattering teeth). And so dey lefter da Beach! How da dodjees love da beach! There be no better place to stone, come up with new uni courses and beat da odds in general.
[Andden it occurred to the lawfulwunnerbuddays that they be sillyly standing in front of da lawskool (at the doors if you will), thinker-wunner-ponnering about the beach. the beach. Oh the beach! (should have gone, should have gone!) many a good time and times the dodjees have missed. Missed an apt, apt time of the reenactment of the dodj. Missed! All missed! whyy whyy!? beeecoz. stardee. wtd wtd! (nothin'!) Oh now, WTD WTD!]
Sillay law stoodents who can't do anything.. oh, so they decided to prance away to the street of ly and gone they were, skippity off from the lawskool! Came to a junction at the park-thingy and they thought, they thought. Be it chocolate, or be it gelati? (wunner wunner, they wunnered! sillay law stoodents can't do anythanng!) So they stand there like their sillay usual selves and they decide to call da Ledger! call, call. ask, ask. decide, decide. (and found out she be unloving. tsk! rather not join them peeps to scout around for brainfood.)
Anyhoo anyhoo, they decide it be a coldful night with many a cold breeze and trot off to the black chocolate place. Against the odds of the wind, against the odds of the peeps (peeps were crowding outside a shop, blocking the way!), against many a thing, they arrive at the blackchoc house. "Not serving anymoree", so they say! (OVOV! wtd wtd!) No choice, they be disappointedly wandering off down the street to the dodjeefreddies. eater a gelati or two, bench in da park, laffering away at the sillayness of themselves. hehee. and when the food be consumed, they leave, they leave again (and wunner about the day of tomor, when they be stardeeing yet again.
OVOV!)
You seee you see.. it is oh-so-apparent to anybuddy (or anybody for that matter) that it would clearly be a bad choice to stardee allday, all night, all afternoon, for two (or more) days in a row! Thusfully and hencefully, this Tale of the Odds cometh to an astounding end.
We lie(d)ps. This be a piece of peaceful collusion between the two (too) lawfulpeeps, because 'Two is better than one...'
