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The Canadian National Exhibition (CNE) or The Ex as it is affectionately called,
is Canada’s largest annual community event. Over the course of its late summer run, the CNE attracts approximately 1.3 million people each year.
Although the CNE has changed over the years, it continues to be one of Toronto’s great annual traditions.
Orillia Farmer's Market is a smoke-free Market held every Saturday Morning.
Have a sausage on a bun, a crepe, somosa or coffee. Listen to "live" music!
60 vendors with fresh local produce and locally crafted products. Park at no charge in nearby Municipal lots while you shop. Pets use the `Pet Waiting' Area! The Orillia Farmers' Market runs from 7:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. in the City Centre parking lot, off Andrews Street, South in Downtown Orillia. www.orilliafarmersmarket.on.ca
The 4th Annual Orillia Beatles Celebration announces its headliners this year at The Orillia Opera House: `The McCartney Years', Canada's premiere tribute band to Paul McCartney. In 2009, Yuri George Van Pool and the McCartney Years rocked the Orillia Beatles celebration with their rooftop concerts in downtown Orillia. This year they take the main stage Saturday Sept 18 for a very special night of McCartney songs at 8:00pm.
The Orillia Beatles Celebration has become an integral thread in the cultural fabric of Orillia. Mark your calendars for the 5th annual Orillia Beatles Celebration September 16 & 17, 2011.” For a complete list of performances, times, venues and events go to www.orilliabeatlescelebation.com
Sunday Evening Band Concert at the Rotary Aqua Theatre, Couchiching Beach Park at 6:30PM.
* Sunday Sept 6- Northdale Concert Band
**Rain Location is at the Orillia City Centre, 50 Andrew Street, South.**
Drayton Entertainment presents: Tap Dogs at King's Wharf Theatre of Penetanguishene. Tap Dogs features six male dancers who hail from as far away as Australia, stamping out a tap-dancing routine in Blundstone Original 505 boots for 90-straight minutes on a set that incorporates everything from scaffolding to metal grinders. Tap Dogs entertains audiences for four weeks through September 4th at the King’s Wharf Theatre. Tickets can be ordered by calling the Box Office at 705-549-5555 or toll free at 1-888-449-4463. Visit www.kingswharftheatre.com or www.tapdogs.com for more information.
The Hawkestone Farmers Market Friday's from 3:30 to 7 pm. Loads of great local produce, baking, crafts, art and much more to tempt your wallets and tastebuds. Charity BBQ for dinner- this first week provided by the Oro-Medonte Minor Sports Association. The market runs every Friday from 3:30 to 7 pm until October 1st at the Hawkestone Hall- just off Line 11 South in Oro-Medonte.
At the Coldwater Gallery:
Toller Cranston and his works at Coldwater Gallery, Coldwater Street, Coldwater, through September 4, 2010. Toller is a true champion, from his ground breaking figure skating to his exceptional, distinctive oil paintings and gorgeous line drawings.
Online at www.coldwatergallery.com
The artists at Zephyr Art Gallery mark the end of summer with a show called "Reflections". The show also features new additions to a historical wall display of Zephyr highlights from the past 10 years.
Featured artwork is an image called "Hypnotique". 
"Reflections" will be on display until Oct. 2. Zephyr Art Gallery is a not-for-profit co-operative art gallery in the heart of Orillia's Arts District at 11 Peter St. S. Hours- Tuesday to Saturday, 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Admission is free. Everyone is welcome.
Park Street Collegiate Institute "50th Anniversary" May 20 & 21 2011. Reconnect with your High School friends and re-live those amazing high school days- the dances, games, plays, bands and so much more. Call the school to get involved with planning 705.326.7386- ext. 400.
Check out PSCI 50 on Facebook at PSCI 50.
E-Mail: psci50@hotmail.com
Website: www.psci.com
The Orillia Terry Fox Run on Sunday September 19th marks the 30th anniversary the original Marathon of Hope, when Fox ran a 26-mile marathon a day for 142 days before cancer- that claimed his leg, reappeared in his lungs. Last year, the Orillia Terry Fox Run raised nearly $33-thousand.
On the day of the run, registration begins at 11:30 a.m. with the run beginning at 1:00 p.m. More info at orilliaterryfoxrun@rogers.com
Orillia Public Library wraps up the 2010 Orillia's Big Read with a visit by Robert Rotenberg, author of this year's Orillia's Big Read selection, Old City Hall. Old City Hall is a fast-paced tale of murder and manipulation.
Robert Rotenberg will be at the Orillia Public Library on Thursday September 23 for “Reading, Writing and Rotenberg”. Call the library at 325-2552 to register for either of the day's programs:
3-5 pm: a writing workshop for authors or
7 pm: author reading and Q&A
There is no cost to these programmes.
MAT Film Night -Wednesday September 8th at 4 & 7 PM.- The Secret in their Eyes. Academy Award-nominated director Juan José Campanella returns to filmmaking with his first feature since 2004. Set in his native Argentina, The Secret in Their Eyes is a suspenseful crime drama with a love story at its core. This OSCAR winning film is a deeply rewarding throwback to the unself-conscious days when cinema still strove to be magical. Tickets at Manticore or Galaxy Cinemas on the day of the show.

Orillia Business Women Meeting- Deborah Wagner, Executive Officer Orillia & District Real Estate Board will be the guest speaker at the September meeting. Deb worked at CFOR 1570 (AM Radio!), The Orillia Sun Newspaper and EZ Rock 105.9. She earned her CRA Designation (Certified Radio Adviser) in sales, as well as doing some voice work on commercials. In 1999, she became the Founding Executive Director for the Orillia & Area Community Foundation. Today she's the Executive Officer of the Orillia & District Real Estate Board Inc.
Meeting is Wednesday, September 8, 2010 at the Highwayman Inn, Orillia
Social/Networking: 5:30 p.m. Dinner 6:30 p.m.
Non-members $35.00, Members $25.00
RSVP before noon, Monday, September 6th More info 325-OBWA (6292)
Orillia Folk Society's FridayFolk line-up for the year has been announced:
September 24 - Mose Scarlett
October 29 - The Echo Hunters
November 26 - Hotcha!
January 28 - Small World Project
February 25 - Jory Nash
March 25 - Jon Brooks
April 29 - Maria Dunn and John Wort Hannam
May 27 - Allison Lupton
All FridayFolk concerts at Swanmore Hall, at the Stephen Leacock Historic Site (50 Museum Drive, Orillia). Season Passes available at the Mariposa Office (37 Mississaga St. W., or 705-326-3655) for the price of $80. www.orilliafolk.ca
The Orillia Museum of Art and History presents: Uncommon Threads: Recent Works from the Huronia Handweavers through October 30. For the past 33 years, the Huronia Handweavers have pursued the hallmarks of their guild throughout history: the goals of education, creative development, and public awareness of their craft. This is their first show at OMAH, and it showcases a broad range of talent and inspiration from this talented group. Included in the show are intricate hand-woven scarves, table runners, clothing, blankets, wall hangings and much more. The opening reception will take place from 6 to 8 p.m. on Thursday September 9. For more information please contact the museum at 705 326 2159. OMAH is open Tuesday through Saturday from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.
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An Enchanted Afternoon!
by Rob Reid
South Pacific was absolutely terrific. There are always a few things I would have done differently- as a director- but the music from the 26 piece- mostly Toronto based, orchestra would have been enough. Seeing the actors sing and dance was a plus! The sets were sparse but well done. Lighting really helped set the stage. This is the Broadway production that earned 7 Tony's.
One unusual piece of casting I just couldn't wrap my heard around was the young man who portrayed Lt. Joe Cable- Anderson Davis.
He was so young and fresh. He looked about 14. A terrific voice but his youthful good looks and trim, pubescent body gave the impression his “love interest” Liat was about 11.
He was very trim, his skin was lily-white and if there was even the suggestion of body hair- I missed it. I've never seen a younger Cable in any production of South Pacific. Even both movie versions of this Rogers and Hammerstein classic had a “more butch” Joe Cable.
One surprising bit of choreography saw the male chorus- the SeaBees, dancing hand in hand and arm in arm during “Nothing Like a Dame”.
It was fun.
Well, what else would thosepoor boys do on an island where only the officers were allowed to keep company with the female nurses.
Then actor Chad Jennings- who subbed for the actor usually portraying Luther Billis, got a little “down and cool” and a bit “yo yo yo” with hand and body language which seemed out of place for the 1940's. Maybe the director- Bartlett Sher, wanted to bring South Pacific into the new millenium. I personally would have nixed it.
The show runs to September 5th. Google “Dancap”- the same company that brought you “Jersey Boys”- which has closed after 2 years, for tickets and information.
**Special to Swisssh**
Swisssh Political Columnist Bert GoodDamn
There's Cracks in the Plaster of City Politics!
Well Hell's Bells just look at all the stuff that starts to ooze from the cracks when it's City election time.
Goodness Gracious, I can't for the life of me figure out why so many citizens want to run down to our City Centre, to part with their Stephen Harper dollars, all for the pleasure of getting their names plastered all over a ballot or two.
I think we need to plug the holes before we let too many more of them in!
Every ward has got `em but the Ward 4 folks up in the northern end- the only true place to live in Orillia, appear to have the highest number of clowns running pre capita- or at least per the Packet. It's a real circus.
Of course we'll be loosing a few faces. Mr. Stevens is stepping down as Mayor proving he could hang on and do it a couple of times. Now, the folks on Orillia's northern tip will have him running in a ward in Severn where he came from in the first place. Meanwhile, us Orillia people will never see him ride in another parade again. That whole thing was wearing a bit thin anyway. Now, if we can just kick those other two smilin' arsebutts out, we could start to have some decent parading in this City!
A couple of those councillors that you see on your television screens on Monday Nights- unless you're watching reruns of Corner Gas on the Comedy Channel, are just about up the crick without a paddle. If that Mr. Orsi plasters his smiling mug all over the city's lampposts and newspapers, those two can kiss their butt goodbye. He's got that thing called “new blood” and he's a “new” Italian too and you know what those Italians are like. Young, go getters with a chest full of hair, a heart full of love and a brain full of ideas. They simmer from sunrise to sunset. Oh Gosh, the women's vote has all swung to that Orsi guy already.
Then there's a couple of gents just giving up- and about time too. They keep nodding off during the financial budget consultations every February. That can't be good.
What this City Council in Orillia really needs is a few women and a couple of “Gays” on there. That would do the trick. We'd have Bistros on every corner and throw cushions on every downtown bench. Instead of those guitars on parade we'd have floor lamps and tropical plants decorating every inch of the Downtown.
So, grab onto your garters because we got a ways to go before we see the final numbers. I've heard through the grapevine that the stats seem to be favouring the “Italian Boy”
and someone with “NPD Flair”- if you get my drift.
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Just Another Day on Bleeker Avenue
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Baby Jane & Blanche
Just another Sunny Afternoon, on Bleeker Avenue. It's 29c and about 1230 Noon.
*Jane Dear. Just what are you doing?
~ Nothing. ~pufff, puff~
* Nothing? You have on that new party dress you bought last month. Your makeup is
twice as heavy as usual- which means you used the big kitchen spatula and if I am not mistaken,
you are drenched in Eau de Toilet
~ ^&^% Blance! I know your fancy French language and for your information- it's
perfume not water from the toilet! What do you take me for? ~puff puff~
* Dear Jane, we don't have enough time in a day for me to answer that. So Sister Dear,
just what are you doing?
~ Oh Shit. You were going to find out sooner or later…. I'm interviewing lifeguards for
our pool Blanche- if you must know. Applicants are coming here in their working attire
to be interviewed by me this very afternoon.
* That's very cautious of you Jane. How safe our pool will be, however, there's one tiny
glitch.
~ S'was that?
* We don't have a pool Jane Dear!
~ I know that, your whimpering, wheelchair-bound buffoon! I didn't say any of them
were going to get the job- I'm just interviewing them! ~puff, drag, puff~
* …and by “working attire” you mean “tiny” bathing suites? Correct?
~ Yes. Blanche. You are ^&^%** correct. I am planning ahead- in case you ever cash
that inheritance cheque Father left us and we get to live like a couple of Queens.
* Now Jane, there's plenty of time to spend that inheritance in the years to come.
Meanwhile it's admirable, I suppose, that you are thinking ahead. Just how many
“ripped” young men do you expect to interview this afternoon.
~ Oh, `bout 25. ~puff~
* 25?
~ and I'm serving Pina Coladas. I have 6 pitchers full sitting on the table in the yard.
* (Blanche is pondering) Jane Dear, wheel your sister out there and get me a
big old glass from the kitchen cupboard!
DING-DONG.
~ Now you're talkin' Sister Dear. That'll be the first applicant now. Grab some of them
pool magazines from that table there and answer the door. I'll get the bucket of ice and
be right back! ~puff, wheeze, puff, puff~
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A Rose By Any Other Name...
by Deanna
After several years of talking about a trip to Temagami- we just did it. Four days and three nights in a neat B&B in Latchford- halfway between New Liskeard and Temagami. We were going to go camping but rates seemed high for all the effort involved and weather looked iffy. Good choice as it rained 2 of the 3 nights.
What a trip.
Our first day was spent driving through the newly renovated Muskokas, (thanks to Uncle Tony), towards North Bay and all points really North. What a shame the G8 was not held up where the economy really needs a large injection of Federal Funds to support the folks who live and hopefully continue to work there. A clue- being the once largest city in Canada, the Cobalt Welcome sign , where written across the top was not the name of a famous landmark but the address of the local Food Bank.
After spending seven years living in Elliot Lake we thought we knew the North but this area is quite different. Serious Logging and Silver Mining days are over but the memories are everywhere. Two magnificent Railway stations still stand one in Temagami and the other in Cobalt where Ontario Northland Railway passenger trains will stop by request. The haunting sound of their whistles adding richness to this nearly forgotten but most historic part of Ontario.

Old rusting shafts, mining machinery, a painted mural and museum filled with amazing memorabilia tell the story of the glorious days of Cobalt`s past. Old, unpaved logging roads, now leading to busy boat ramps for the man- mostly International, cottage owners who occupy most of the islands in Lake Temagami. A beautifully planned waterfront in New Liskeard with the whole waterfront fringed by a public board walk, well tended homes and gardens, child- friendly parks and a thriving Community Centre. Not one sign of Cement or Concrete Splash Pads or ugly change rooms to spoil the view of the Lake. A few recently protected centuries old Red and White Pines reminding one of the majesty of forests in bygone days. Eco Tourism and Economic Tourism struggle to work together to provide and profit all living organisms and organisations.
We were fortunate to meet some people who are really trying to maintain that fine balance and harmony and make a living in a growing tourist area. Justin who works the popular and busy Temagami Outfitting Company- guiding and interpreting the area to visitors, is very aware of the need for more enthusiasm and energy from the community. It is needed to maintain the local trail system for visiting day hikers to get up close and personal with the small remaining old growth forest. Staff in the Welcome Centre- who talk about the local area but have not had the chance to see it for themselves, were thrilled to get feed back from our excursions.

Our hosts at the cosy and affordable Bay Lake B&B working hard to get their 2 kids through school, were also pleased to hear how much we had enjoyed our stay. Apart from the opportunity to hug a huge Red Pine, see the new moon, Big Dipper and a few falling stars, the high spot for me was to observe children at play. Yes, pre-teen boys and girls splashing and teasing one another in the pretty bay. Not one cell phone, IPod etc; amongst them. They were just having fun together like children can do.
I was observing this enjoyable sight when one 11 year old waved, I waved back to show him I was friendly he then called across to me "Are we calling for rain?" Trying not to laugh too much at this amazingly unexpected question I responded respectfully "No, not I. I am calling for sunshine" He acknowledged my response and went back to play with his friends. The next day as I was coming out of the water after a lovely refreshing swim with 2 loons (Northern Divers), Bailey came towards me with an absolutely sincere smile- " I was hoping to swim with you today.
Oh boy, what a child! He certainly has the makings of a lovely man.
The Spirit of the North is still alive in Latchford.
We are planning to support the Ontario Northland Rail system by taking the train from Washago to Cochrane and on to Moosenee next year. Any takers? It could be the best trip ever. Stopping off at Cobalt along the route to take in some great coffee with Paul at his Chat Noir Cafe or an evening at the local theatre.
Love always Deana
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by Dame Clare Voyant
Well My Dears. There is nothing like the call of the “Open Road” from the back seat of the Royal Winnie. It's been a couple of weeks now and we have traversed many a mile.
Oh how your Royal Dameness looks forward to this summer outing away from the day to day confines of the Palais Royal-just on the outskirts of town.
My Darling friend Hedda and her companion slash secretary Sofonda Cox are accompanying me on this adventurous road trip. Why, we have traveled through villages and nooks and crannies that are so tiny, My Dears they haven't even heard of Global warming!
We all take turns at the wheel and buying coffee at Tim's.
We stopped the Winnie at a roadside corn stand in one of these “Darling” little “burgs” the other day. Now my Dears, Hedda will gladly tell you that it may have had something to do with the sturdy, bare-chested farm lad “manning” the shop. We always delight in a good giggle when we ask young men such as he, if we could take a picture of two. Well, this “corn boy” gladly scooped up an immense armful of freshly picked cobs and held them firmly against his brawny, brown chest. Then, he showed us how he lifts a huge bale of hay right over his head! My Dears, we were speechless and that is saying something! Sofonda could barely hold the camera steady to snap this shot!
Oh and My Dears he had a smile that could take you all the way to Kapuskasing and back on a good day! I “accidentally” dropped a cob or two on the ground in front of the boy at one point and “playfully” asked if he could pick it up for me. Well, Dears that was one for the photo album. It would seem that young farm lads are in such a hurry that they can't find the time to slip into a pair of “tighty whities” while dressing in the early morning country light. This particular young farmer had also obviously worn his pair of Levis for many years as the seat area was entirely threadbare in spots!
Oh Dear. Am I blushing? I feel all tingly.
Oh well My Dears, that Farm Boy could sell corn cobs to toothless townsfolk without having to bat an eyelash or slap his sturdy thigh.
So Darlings, back to the story, the lad lifted the corn into the Winnie for us and with a brawny pit held high, and “perfect pecs a twinkling”, he wished us well and waved us on. I can say in all honesty my Dears that the lad is truly gifted. I really can.
So we are off to explore more sights and a have wee stop at Sandbanks Provincial Park to frolick in the sand dunes and the huge waves of Lac d'Ontraio!
Tah for now Dears!!
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YOU CALL THAT CAMPING?
by Krista Storey
I remember camping as a kid when somehow we had inherited a big, old, army bell tent. I'm not sure we took it any further than the back yard but it was big and stinky and slept many. It probably was not that easy to transport as it had a huge pole that went up the middle of it. One time when our cousins were visiting we decided to sleep in the tent. We put our sleeping bags out there and left a light on inside so we could find our way past the monsters for our night of adventure. Well, leaving the light on was a very bad idea as it had attracted every June bug in the county. They crawled into our sleeping bags. There was an awful lot of squealing and running and other than sleeping in the house that night, that's all I remember.

My two sisters and I were Girl Guides. We were pro campers, survivors, women of the woods with badges to prove it. I understand that today, they sleep in cabins at Girl Guide camp. Come on...what can you learn from that? No sleeping in a leaky tent on uneven ground, on a wet, plastic ground sheet and a sleeping bag full of sand and dirt (and maybe June bugs)? I'm sorry but a cabin is definitely not badge worthy!
Our parents upgraded us to a tent trailer after my little brother came along. One thing about a tent trailer, it seems to rain whenever it's pack up time, which makes for a wet tent contained in a nicely sealed box, left to rot and smell. Not to mention while lying in bed under the tent part, it takes incredible control to not touch it in the rain. The rule is, if you touch it, you have to run your finger all the way down to the edge so it doesn't drip on you. What a great game for a 5 year old little boy that you had to sleep with.
Then, came the tin can camper. Hard top with no tent part. It had bunks and a closet/pantry and a little kitchen. How cool were we? That baby made many trips to western Canada and back, through the mountains, up the mountains, down the mountains, through prairie storms and through the hills of northwest Ontario and beyond. It still sits in my parent's back yard for the brave to use when visiting.
Those are all very fond memories but I am so over that urge to be the wonder “woman of the woods”. Now I camp in style. No more ground sheets, air mattresses or tents for me! We have a 28 foot travel trailer with a queen size bed, furnace, air conditioning, microwave, fridge, stove, oven, indoor plumbing, shower and bunks for the boys. Roughing it for us is being in a camp site with no electricity and having to use the generator.
It may not seem like camping to many but I say I've earned this badge!
Let's go RVing!
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One day- it was a Tuesday, a man- who was quite full of himself, went for a walk.
It was about ten fifteen in the morning. As he rounded the corner of Elm Street, he saw someone lying on the grass alongside a privet hedge- on the opposite side of the street.
“So typical!”- he said out loud as he shook his head disapprovingly.
A lovely day.
A beautiful neighbourhood.
A nice hedge and some “low-life” is lying there in a drunken stupor, probably smelling of filth and Aqua Velva.
“There ought to be a law against this kind of public display”- he mumbled.
Just then, a lady cames rushing along the street, not far from where the man- who was quite full of himself, stood.
She looked over to him and said-
“Sir, I wonder if you would help me. This man is in trouble. He is having difficulty breathing. I knocked on the door of that house over there but no one answered. Do you have a cell phone?”
“I do”-says the man, “but you'll not use it for this drunken reprobate!”
“Pardon me?”- says the lady. “This man has not been drinking. He needs help.”
“Harrumph! A likely story. He looks like a drunk or a druggie and needs to be hauled away to some island with the rest of the low-life just like him. It ruins the look of the street and brings down the property values! No, I will not spend a dime simply to help him return to his sinful ways! ”
“I can't believe what I'm hearing! Sir, this young man was on his bicycle when a car came along and sideswiped him sending him and his bicycle flying into the air, landing here next to this privet hedge. I was over there and saw it. Look over the hedge and you'll see the bike!”
The man- who was quite full of himself, was even more determined not to help the lady and the young man lying on the ground.
“We all sow what we reap. Just leave him alone and let the garbage collectors deal with the likes of him!”
“Sir, you do not have an empathetic bone in your body!” said the lady raising her voice but remaining calm. “I am agasp!”
“Out of my way woman!”- shouts the man- who was quite full of himself, as he stepped down off the curb.
Suddenly, a huge frozen turd from a high flying passenger jet came pummelling down from the heavens, hitting the old man- who was quite full of himself, squarely on the head and killing him instantly.
Then, a moment later the Number 9 bus ran over the man, pinning him beneath it's huge wheels.
I could go on but you get the general idea.
The End.
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