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Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pablo Picasso Seated Bather

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even think of setting foot in a religious establishment I get a pain all down my leg.’
‘Yes, but there was no need for him to say what he said when you pushed the lid off,’ said Doreen. ‘And him a priest, too. They shouldn’t know those kind of words.’
‘I enjoyed that temple,’ said Arthur, wistfully. ‘It was something to do on a Wednesday.’
It dawned on Windle Poons that Doreen had miraculously acquired the ability to use her double-yous.
‘And you’re a vampire too, Mrs Win . . . I do beg your pardon . . . Countess Notfaroutoe?’ he enquired politely.share her husband’s hobbies,’ said Doreen.’It iss vot keeps a marriage intervesting.’
‘Who wants an interesting marriage? I never said I wanted an interesting marriage. That’s what’s wrong with people today, expecting things like marriage to be interesting. And it’s not a hobby, anyway,’ moaned Arthur. ‘This vampiring’s not all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Can’t go out in daylight, can’t eat garlic, can’t have a decent shave -‘ ‘Why can’t you have a -‘ Windle began.
‘Can’t use a mirror,’ said Arthur.’I thought theThe Countess smiled. ‘My vord, yes, ‘ she said.‘By marriage,’ said Arthur.‘Can you do that? I thought you had to be bitten,’ said Windle.The voice under the chair sniggered.‘I don’t see why I should have to go around biting my wife after thirty years of marriage, and that’s flat,’ said the Count. ‘Every voman should