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Jesse Hunter
Jesse Hunter
Santa's Little Helper

Apr-1-2008 13:54

A thread in a message board in a mystery game on the internet in the 21st century (i.e. reality) about everything and nothing. Just a place to hang out when the cases are done and the addiction still lingers.

Welcome! Some things you should know:
1. You can't wander off topic, there isn't one.
2. Fighting or bickering will not be tolerated, as per the Code of Conduct.

http://noir.playsleuth.com/help/conduct.html

3. Even though YOU happen to be a dear sweet gentle lamb, if your sleuth persona wants to fight or bicker "in character", it's STILL fighting and bickering.
4. Polite and passive aggressive fighting and bickering is STILL...etc etc.
5. Feel free to converse, emote, ramble, post in 3rd person or spanglish, whatever suits your fancy. It's unhijackable!

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miss snopes
miss snopes
Special Deliverance

Jul-9-2008 02:00

And I thought the echo was only here in London.

;)

Aknas
Aknas
Con Artist

Jul-12-2008 13:16

The wounded by love agreement


The convention on the wounded by love


General Provision:


Considering that it's absolutely correct the saying that states that "all is fair in love and war";


Considering that in war we have the Geneva Convention, adopted in August 22nd of 1864, that determines the fate of the wounded in battlefields whereas there is no convention that was promulgated until this day that deals with the wounded of love, who are much more populous;


It is here declared that:


Art. 1 - all lovers, male or female, are now being notified that love, besides being a blessing, is also something very dangerous, unpredictable and able to cause serious damages. Consequently the one who decides to love has to know that his body and soul are exposed to many types of wounds and will not be able to blame the partner in any moment, since the risk is equal to both.


Art. 2- Once a lost arrow from the bow of Cupid hits a person, that person has to immediately ask the archer to dart another arrow in the opposite direction, so that one will not fall prey to the wound famously known as "non-reciprocal love". In case Cupid refuses such act, the Convention here promulgated demands that the wounded immediately retrieves the arrow from his heart and throw it in the bin.


In order to achieve this effect, the wounded has to avoid phone calls, internet messages, flower deliveries, or any other act of seduction, since these acts only achieve short term results and are inevitably erased by time. The convention declares that the wounded has to quickly seek the company of other people in order to control the obsessive thought "it's still worth to fight for this person".



Aknas
Aknas
Con Artist

Jul-12-2008 13:18

Art. 3 - In case the wound comes from third parties, meaning, the loved one is interested by someone else who was not expected in the pre-established plans, it is hereby expressly forbidden any act of revenge. In this case, it is permitted the profuse use of tears, some punches on the wall or pillow, talks with friends where the wounded can freely insult the ex-partner, allege his complete lack of good-taste, but refraining to lessen the partner's honor.


The convention determines that art. 2 can also be applied: the wounded may seek the company of other people, preferably in places where the partner does not dwell.


Art. 4 - In case of light wounds, hereby classified as small betrayals, fulminating passions that do not last long, transitory sexual disinterest, one has to quickly and abundantly apply a medicine called Forgiveness. Once this medicine applied, one must never look back and the subject must be completely forgotten, never being mentioned as an argument in eventual fights or moments of hate.




Aknas
Aknas
Con Artist

Jul-12-2008 13:21

Art. 5 - In the case of definitive wounds, also called "brake-ups", the only medicine capable of truly healing one's heart is Time. It's pointless and ineffective to find consolation with fortune-tellers (that will always allege that the lost love will return), romantic books (in which the endings are always happy ones), TV soap operas or other similar things. One has to suffer with intensity, completely avoiding the use of drugs, painkillers, prayers. Alcohol is only allowed in moderation, never surpassing more than two glasses of wine per day.


Final Provision: the wounded of love, contrary to the wounded of armed conflicts, are neither victims nor torturers. They have chosen something that is part of life and therefore they have to face the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.


And for those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: "I lived". Because they haven't.


This text was written in Geneva, June 25th, 2007


Paulo Coelho
~author~

Sophie4
Sophie4
Gopher to the Sleuth Gods

Jul-15-2008 20:40

My winning choice: National League in the All-Star game

All pitchers should be able to at least bunt ....like my little sister. But they can't / won't/ and don't in the American league....4+ mil. and you don't know how to hold a bat??

Ohhhh, thats why National League pitchers are worth so much more money.

Sophie4
Sophie4
Gopher to the Sleuth Gods

Jul-15-2008 20:49

I don't actually have a little sister but I was trying to make a point. Please forgive my for my embelishment :)

Jesse Hunter
Jesse Hunter
Santa's Little Helper

Aug-12-2008 08:22

just droppingg in to say.. change to third shift is harder than I rembember

topkebab
topkebab
Lucky Stiff

Aug-13-2008 04:56

Peter invited his mother for dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how lovely Peter's flat mate, Joanne, was.

She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Peter and his flat mate than met the eye.

Reading his mum's thoughts, Peter volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Joanne & I are just flat mates'.

About a week later, Joanne came to Peter saying, 'Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the frying pan, you don't suppose she took it do you?

'Well I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her just to be sure' said Peter.

So he sat down and wrote:

DEAR MOTHER,

I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID' TAKE THE FRYING PAN FROM MY HOUSE. I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID NOT' TAKE THE FRYING PAN BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IT HAS BEEN MISSING EVER SINCE YOU WERE HERE FOR DINNER.

LOVE PETER

Several days later, Peter received an email from his mother which read:

DEAR SON,

I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DO' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DO NOT' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF SHE WAS SLEEPING IN HER OWN BED, SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE FRYING PAN BY NOW.

LOVE MUM

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Aug-13-2008 10:20

LOL I like that! Thats a good one!!

Aknas
Aknas
Con Artist

Mar-18-2009 22:33

Anger Management

A man and woman had been married for more than 50 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two knitted dolls and a stack of money amounting to 950,000 dollars.

He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret to a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and knit a doll."

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

"Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "That’s the money I made from selling the dolls."



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