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Originally Posted by montsnmags
[Marc crests Noosa's headland, appropriately called Hell's Gates. He's dressed in full crimson, gold and billowing black satin regalia and armour afforded to he who is High Gibbonate. On his back, over his shoulders, screaming and wailing and baring foot-long incisors, the invisible and inadvertently violent gibbon known as Adrian waves his bone-rending arms and skull-crushing fists in the air like he just don't care whose bag of meat comes within his perimeter. Behind, lined to the horizon of the earth and the event horizon of this continuum, are the minions that make up the universe's dark matter, the Pirate Ninja Squirrels, emanating a dull but genital-shaking roar of restrained threat, armed to nut-biting teeth with weaponry powered by and projecting all the dark matter of the universe. The High Gibbonate inhales, the multiverse contorts into necessary surreality to enable his lungs to take in the entire climate of this tiny Earth for a full half-spin around its yellow nuclear ember of a sun, and the stars come out and ears bleed and the void between falls leaden on everyone's souls, and with the sound of a galaxy slowly exploding the High Gibbonate declares...]
You can have it when we're good and ready. Give it about 6 months... 7, tops.
[And surreality drains back to normality, and the High Gibbonate decides that it'd be a nice, warmish day to grab a towel and go for a swim at the beach, maybe read a book, watch the peoples and be a little bit bitchy and shallow]
I love summer.
Cheers,
Marc
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Originally Posted by SneakySnake
Don't worry little chickens!
A decent vulcan eructation will ensure that global warming sinks under the glaciers of the next mini ice age. I wonder if his lord 'The High Gibbonate ' would be so spiteful as to stimulate a little hot liquid movement in the world's nether regions. 
BTW A lovely ride to the gym and back (body balance class there) in tights and singlet, quick dip in the pool to cool off. aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
Making tabouleh salad for lunch (no lemons must use limes instead).
I love summer.  |
I call foul!!!! Torture, that's what it is, pure and simple!! Y'all are enjoying tantalizing the rest of us who are freezing our you-know-what's off with your tales of treadlie rides and swims and singlets and salads. *pout*.
If I tried riding a bike on this ice, I'd wipe out before I ever got my feet on the pedals. Either that or the tires would freeze to the ground. There's no water that isn't frozen solid, and exposed skin will suffer frostbite in a matter of minutes in these temperatures. I almost fell three times just getting from my car into the store (our parking lot is doing an amazing imitation of an ice skating rink).