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Hark the Herald Angels Whinge

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“I don’t know… did you overturn a cart or something? You are rather accident prone.”
:spank::spank::spank::spank::smash2:
“I told you that Spartacus guy was a loser, Barb,” grumbled Wragg. “Did you listen? You never listened to a word I said!”
no surprise there. Btw, when was the last time you listened to Mrs Wragg? See what I mean? :devil:
“Of course you are. All angels are naked. This is Heaven, you know!”
heaven was undoubtedly invented by men :rolleyes:
“It’s not fair!” grumbled Barb.
my signature statement ;)
 
You are angels, now! You cannot crash to the ground. You have wings.
All right, but with Barb, even with angel wings, one never knows!:facepalm:

“But I’m naked!”

“Of course you are. All angels are naked. This is Heaven, you know!”
For instance, if she would use her wings both to hoover over the ground, while trying to use them to cover her nudity!:roto2palm:

“Now, look here, you two. You can do as the Most High Bobinder decrees, and do it well and cheerfully, or you can scrub the latrines for the remainder of Eternity. Your choice.”
Sounds a bit like : "You are in the Army now!":angel2:

Meanwhile, without directing the thread into a scatological direction, I wonder what kind of waste bodily fluids heavenly creatures produce? Gold coated marble balls and champagne?:confused:
 
Ee, tha knaws Barb’s a Yorkshirewoman! Everyone’s heard of ‘t’Yorkshire Moores! :doh: (Although on reflection, Devon has Dartmoor, home of the famous Prison for the Mentally Insane.. so…:rolleyes: )
Dartmoor was for hardened criminals sentenced to hard labour, the criminally insane were usually sent to Broadmoor. Strange how prominently moor figures in these examples.
 
Dartmoor was for hardened criminals sentenced to hard labour, the criminally insane were usually sent to Broadmoor. Strange how prominently moor figures in these examples.
So, was she crucified in Devon, so to become an Ex-moor? :confused:
 
I think having Barb and Wragg as angels stretches the suspension of disbelief a bit too much. Unless the entry rules are lot less restrictive than what I was taught in church, I think we all know where they'll end up (along with the rest of us.
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I think having Barb and Wragg as angels stretches the suspension of disbelief a bit too much. Unless the entry rules are lot less restrictive than what I was taught in church, I think we all know where they'll end up (along with the rest of us.
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Heh, you were lied to in church ;)
 
Jollyrei groaned. Angels with vertigo. He was getting one of his headaches. “You are angels, now! You cannot crash to the ground. You have wings. Just sing this, and then we can go home.” He passed over a couple of scores.”
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Gloria in excelsis Deo? But… but… that’s Latin!” Wragg spat the word.
 
Jollyrei groaned. Angels with vertigo. He was getting one of his headaches. “You are angels, now! You cannot crash to the ground. You have wings. Just sing this, and then we can go home.” He passed over a couple of scores.”
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Gloria in excelsis Deo? But… but… that’s Latin!” Wragg spat the word.
From the aerodynamical point of view, Wragg should nevertheless be careful : a too high angle of attack causes stall while flying.:facepalm:
Unless he gets himself larger wings!:angel2:
 
Jollyrei groaned. Angels with vertigo. He was getting one of his headaches. “You are angels, now! You cannot crash to the ground. You have wings. Just sing this, and then we can go home.” He passed over a couple of scores.”
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Gloria in excelsis Deo? But… but… that’s Latin!” Wragg spat the word.
Thank you, very kind sir! :oops::oops::oops::oops::oops:
 
They were just getting ready to depart for Earth when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come!” called Jollyrei.

Eulalia entered, and bowed low. Jollyrei looked meaningfully at Barb and Wragg. At least Eulalia showed him due respect.

“Excuse me, Your Magnificence,” she bowed again, just to be on the safe side. She could see that Jollyrei was in a tetchy mood. “We have a new arrival, came straight up the expressway, so be must have been a decent sort of mortal. He says he knows Barb.”

“That’s nothing,” grunted Wragg. “Barb knows everybody.” Barb shot him a withering look.

“Show him in, Eul. It’s good to make the new entrants feel welcome.”

Eulalia took a step back to allow access for the new entrant.

The next few moments were a bit of a blur. There was a shriek of delight from Barb, and she launched herself at the slightly surprised looking new angel. Wragg and Jollyrei watched, open mouthed, as she practically smothered him in hugs and kisses.

“Bugger me,” grumbled Wragg, “nobody made me feel that welcome!”

Jollyrei permitted this to go on for a few minutes, before he coughed meaningfully.

“Friend of yours, Barb?” he enquired.

Looking slightly flushed, she detached herself from the new arrival, who looked more than slightly flushed.

“Pardon me, Your Magnificence,” she apologized, “permit me to introduce my very good friend, Praefectus Praetorio!”
 
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