MRS BABYMASH WAS IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT!! - npfr

this was especially weird because i have no idea what mrs b really looks like.

however, we were at church (which is odd enough), we being me and several of my friends from home and college, and mrs b was in front of the altar in a t-shirt and i recognized 'her' and pointed 'her' out to my friends, and then this insanely fast and complex piano thing began, and it looked like our pianist was playing it, but then she stood up and the keys were moving by themselves and everyone laughed. and then a variety of people tried to sit down and play it, but couldn't keep up, and i was just waiting for mrs b to take over, and then i woke up.

So here Doug Scobie is once more, in the playground of the broken hearts ...

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'Als de lente komt dan stuur ik jou, tulpen uit Amsterdam ...' (Tulips from Amsterdam)

paraphrased by Feyenoord hooligans: 'Als de lente komt dan gooien wij, bommen op Amsterdam' (bombs on Amsterdam)

The Jester