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Post by bd on Dec 2, 2014 13:52:23 GMT -5
Oh, I know, HH gets in to the wine and she can go on and on and on . Or was it scotch ?? I'm sure the scotch would work better to ease the contractions and help ease Dieter to safety.
But then again , being male ,what would I know about that ....
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Post by churchmouse on Dec 3, 2014 20:20:25 GMT -5
Oh, I know, HH gets in to the wine and she can go on and on and on . Or was it scotch ?? I'm sure the scotch would work better to ease the contractions and help ease Dieter to safety. But then again , being male ,what would I know about that .... lol, i thought it was a blog.
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Post by bd on Dec 4, 2014 8:57:05 GMT -5
Oh, I know, HH gets in to the wine and she can go on and on and on . Or was it scotch ?? I'm sure the scotch would work better to ease the contractions and help ease Dieter to safety. But then again , being male ,what would I know about that .... lol, i thought it was a blog. OK .... I've already mentioned my limitations ... but poor Dieter is going to drown if somebody doesn't get him out of there . It's your turn unless HH gets back to business . I do realize it is kind of hard to co pilot in theses situations when the contractions have already started but for his sake someone needs to jump in here . .... Hey.... do we have a techy on board that could get some smilies with a little more bling ?
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Post by jd88 on Dec 4, 2014 15:58:35 GMT -5
To be honest - I don't get it - I might be stupid (very possible LOL) but it isn't totally making sense to me - find it difficult to follow and can't find the point of the story.
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Post by gingersmom on Dec 4, 2014 19:14:35 GMT -5
"It is not necessary," said Arlo to Dieter, apropos of absolutely nothing, "To understand everything. Furthermore it is perhaps wiser to remain stumm than to reveal one's lack of comprehension. Comprende?" He asked. "Stumm is your best friend," he added without waiting for a response. Dieter rummaged around the uterus looking for the pretty blue bottle of gin. He popped his head out. "Stumm?" he asked, "Ja, I know zem from Berlin." He pronounced it Bear-lin. "Very good friends of Mutti, very good menschen, but I cannot say zey are my best friend."
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Post by happyhour on Dec 5, 2014 21:57:13 GMT -5
Dieter was exhausted. Twenty-four hours of labour and counting. "Pssst, Dieter!" The voice hissed at him from his phone speaker. "What," answered Dieter, testily. He felt cramped and pinched in the little womb. Room. "We're still here, buddy, and we're finally ready." With huge relief Dieter listened to Arlo's voice. He'd enjoyed their brief discussion of the Stumms from Berlin; it even calmed him a bit, but now his anxiety was building again. "Tell me you have a plan, Arlo. I gotta get outta here!" "We're gonna get you out," said Arlo, his tone so soft and soothing. "But, we're gonna need total co-operation. Now, lie perfectly still. And point your toes." Dieter did exactly as ordered. He watched as two giant pitchforks eased up either side of him. "The hell are they?" he asked nervously. "Forceps," replied Arlo. "On the count of three, push for all you're worth!" At the signal Dieter pushed and slid out, right into Charlie's waiting hands. With tears in his eyes Dieter looked into Charlie's grinning face. "Whoa," he said, "Boy or girl?"
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