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The Rescue of Andromeda', Henry C Fehr, 1893, Tate Gallery

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For October's Monthly Scavenger Hunt.

This photo demonstrates just how much progress I've made during this project. Not for technical ability or creativity but for the fact that I crouched down by a wall on a busy street with some fake fingers and didn't care that people were giving me funny looks!

I really need to watch some Monty Python this weekend and get a move on with this list. Half way through the month and only 5 items covered, aaaarrrgh!

Oral History Interview with Pola Solo and Mab Ashdene by Zoe Foodiboo

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Date of Interview: February 4, 1929 (2012)

Interviewer: Zoe Foodiboo

Interviewee(s): Pola Solo & Mab Ashdene

Location: Unter den Linden 17a (aka Pola & Mab’s apartment), 1920s Berlin Project (owned and managed by Frau Jo Yardley), Second Life.

Abstract: Tenants of 1920s Berlin for nearly two years, Pola Solo and Mab Ashdene run the 1920s Berlin Gentleman’s Club and are both former 1920s Miss Berlin contest winners. In addition to overseeing the Gentlemen’s Club, Pola also serves as a bartender at Der Keller and owns a dress shop called Garconne. In this interview, Pola and Mab offer primarily biographical information: how they met, their discovery of Berlin, the ins-and-outs of running a successful brothel, designing clothing for the everyday woman, and winning the 1920s Miss Berlin contest. Other tenants mentioned in this interview include: Frau Jo Yardly, Wachtmeister Danitz, Crispin Sturges, Taena Matova, Bubbles Roxan, Ernst Ostermham, Morganic Clarrington and GStone Turas.

Pola Solo: Would you like some coffee?

Zoe Foodiboo: Coffee would be lovely.

PS: I am just fetching Mabby

PS: Hallo there, darlingest!

Mab Ashdene: Hello my love.

ZF: Ah, Mab! So lovely to meet you! I've heard so much about you!

MA: A pleasure to meet you.

PS: She is a famous starlet, you know.

Zoe Foodiboo grins

MA: I do hope you heard only bad things.

PS: There have been no mixed reviews, only raves, angel-nose

Pola Solo snuggles into the sofa.

ZF: Let's start, shall we? Why don't you start by telling me how you got involved in Second Life, then how you discovered the 1920s Berlin Project....

PS: Oh, all right. Well, I love vintage costume more than just about anything so I wanted to investigate sims that seemed to use it as part of their role-play.

MA: I read about Second Life in a magazine...or the paper or something.

MA: And I got a new computer so I thought I'd give it a try.

MA: Pola finally managed to get me off that newbie island. I had no idea what I was doing.

PS: I had been in Second Life before but not for long...I don't remember how the 1920s Berlin Project came up. Someone told us about it when we were flitting around asking about 20th century-themed places

MA: Pola dressed me.

MA: Made me pretty.

Zoe Foodiboo smiles

ZF: Do you remember your first day in Berlin?

PS: We did go to Serenity Point for a little while but at the time it was just beginning and this was much more fun.

PS: Mab? Can you please make up something? I don't remember at all.

MA: I think Pola had been going there for a while.

MA: She met with Bubbles [Bubbles Roxan].

MA: And talked about the gentlemen's club.

MA: I told her she'd be an excellent entertainer but she took offense.

ZF: Bubbles?

MA: Haha!

PS: Well, we were around for a very little while before Bubbles Roxan recruited us to the Brothel.

MA: I was right though.

ZF: Ah.

MA: I dressed as a boy then.

PS: She said she needed girls to staff the place and we didn’t HAVE to do anything really.

MA: Hoping that Pola would marry me.

Zoe Foodiboo smiles at the sweet story...

PS: I agreed to join the brothel--it was run by a charming scoundrel named Tom at the time--but only if I could just be a dominatrix and not have sex with the clients at all.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: Mab was an enchanting garconne.

PS: Wild and young.

MA: Especially young.

ZF: So was this brothel the same as the one that exists today?

MA: And also wild.

PS: We both joined the brothel. I never had a client except for one in all that time--the time of the Old Brothel

MA: I think there was more role-play.

MA: With Tom setting fire to the church.

Zoe Foodiboo's eyebrows raise

MA: And Father Cuthbert [Cuthbert Helendale] showing up with a mob cheering us.

PS: It was more of a social club for the girls and a few men: we'd lounge around the balcony and chat for hours.

ZF: How long ago was this?

MA: Summer of 1929 I believe.

PS: Yes, Tom seemed to have several grudges going at once, with Jo [Frau Jo Yardley] and Father Helendale.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: Yes, or spring. I think we got here in March. Almost 2 years ago.

PS: Of course Bubbles had been here forever.

ZF: So before Berlin moved to the big sim...

PS: Well yes, this was before the big sim.

PS: Eventually, Tom vanished and Bubbles took over the Brothel.

ZF: What was the first sim like? Can you talk a little about that?

MA: It was a lovely sim.

PS: The first sim was very much like this one, but smaller and cozier.

MA: No need to take the car. You could walk everywhere.

PS: Things were close together, you see, so there was a great deal of...well overlap I guess you'd say. One could overhear much more.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

MA: That's true.

MA: Everyone knew everyone.

MA: Now I couldn't even tell you who our neighbors are.

MA: We have neighbors...don't we?

MA: Pookie?

PS: If something was happening at one end of town, the word would filter back rapidly and you would find yourself in, say, an impromptu lynch mob! Great fun!

PS: Yes--you know Crunchy [Crispin Sturges] upstairs darling.

MA: Ah...he lives there now.

MA: He's very noisy.

Zoe Foodiboo giggles

PS: And now a nice lady named Taena Matova lives in the penthouse where Bubbles used to live.

PS: He's got a piano and he's not afraid to use it.

PS: Of course he is working on several shows at once---Mab and I are appearing in one of them already you know.

MA: It's a good place to lie down on whilst singing.

PS: Hee hee hee.

ZF: Well, not to mention all those servants for one little man.

MA: He's messy too.

ZF: lol

PS: He needs help with those cufflinks.

ZF: He's a sweet dear.

ZF: While we're on the topic, tell me about being in his show...what was that like?

PS: He is an angel of delight.

MA: He cured me of flappy ears when he was a psychiatrist.

PS: Oh it's fun! His choreography is exact and exciting.

MA: It's perfect!

PS: He has a wonderful ear for music.

MA: Though it's hard to tap without shoes.

PS: Well we do our best, don't we darling?

MA: I just make the clicking noise with my tongue.

Zoe Foodiboo giggles

MA: No one notices the difference.

PS: Yes, thanks to lots of pills and powders I am cured too! Though I don’t really recall what his initial diagnosis was.

ZF: Pills and powders?

PS: I snap my fingers to make the tapping noises.

PS: Yes, he's a doctor, you know.

PS: A psychiatrist.

PS: And phrenologist among other things.

Zoe Foodiboo makes a mental note to make an appointment with Crispin and see about some pills and powders for herself...

MA: He makes sure we always have enough cocaine.

MA: And what's that other stuff we take?

PS: Heroin, darling.

MA: Oh yes.

MA: Works wonders.

PS: Also morphine and...oh, I don't know. Magical curative things.

MA: No more flappy ears!

PS: And I am cured!

ZF: Sorry, what are flappy ears?

MA: I don't have them anymore.

MA: Otherwise I'd show you.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: Ears that stick out a bit too much.

PS: Anyway--back to the brothel.

ZF: Yes.

ZF: So you joined when it was on the first sim...

PS: Bubbles had taken over from Tom, then she wanted out of the business. She had enough to retire on, I expect.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

MA: We worked very hard.

PS: She asked if Mab or I would take over running it.

PS: You worked hard, dearest. No one wanted me at all, remember?

MA: No...I don't remember.

MA: I don't remember much at all.

PS: I had NO clients, even when I ...expanded my repertoire.

MA: Of course you had. But you had to keep it a secret.

PS: Not till later anyway.

MS: Seeing as how your repertoire was so specialized.

PS: No, really, no one liked my looks even after I stopped being just the dominatrix.

Zoe Foodiboo wonders about Pola's repertoire....

MA: I liked your looks.

PS: I was not at all popular.

ZF: What makes you think it was your looks?

MA: And Bubbles did.

MA: And Ernst [Ernst Osternham].

PS: Well that's true.

PS: heh.

MA: And Zeno [Zeno McAuley] but he was married at the time.

MA: I recall a certain boy who had some language issues.

PS: Oh, HIM.

MA: What was that word again?

PS: Well ALMOST no clients.

MA: Mucus?

PS: No names, darling.

PS: Anyway, we decided to take over running the brothel together.

MS: All right... no names except the ones just mentioned. Plus a description of a certain gentleman with vocabulary issues.

PS: There were some bumps in the road of course, but it settled down into its present incarnation more or less.

MA: And those are the only ones I knew about. There were probably dozens more.

PS: How much is a dozen again? Four?

MA: Oh! And bespectacled girl.

PS: Where?

PS: I love girls with glasses.

MA: In your bed.

MA: At the time.

PS: But back to our history darling.

PS: Shhh.

PS: No identifying physical characteristics either, you wicked thing.

Mab Ashdene shrugs

Zoe Foodiboo silently encourages Mab to ramble on....

PS: What happened after we moved to the big sim?

ZF: Yes, what happened then?

MA: I got a car.

MA: A red one.

PS: We pretty much settled into life here.

MA: And many notes stuck to the front window with notes admiring my parking skills.

PS: I worked as a bartender for a good amount of time since of course I wasn't making the rent as a joy-girl.

MA: and a few asking me to pay my parking rental

MA: I still think it's ridiculous to ask rent for a parking space.

PS: Yes, they are rental demands. Very expensive too.

ZF: How do you recruit the entertainers for the gentleman's club?

PS: Oh, they usually happen along. Mab does have a post at city hall for entertainers.

MA: Oh...we just go to the poorest neighborhoods and buy pretty things from their mothers.

PS: Yes, true.

Pola Solo nods.

MA: Or we trick immigrants from Russia into it by saying it's a dancing job.

PS: It IS a dancing job, too. Partly.

MA: If you ask me, they're lucky to be alive.

PS nods.

MA: All those duchesses and princesses from Moskivostistok.

PS: That is true. All that royalty on the run.

ZF: I noticed Herr Doktor Sturges [Crispin Sturges] gave one of the entertainers a certificate of health...are those required of all the girls? What other health care measures do you take?

MA: It's interesting.

MA: The real royalty claims to be poor and the poor claim to be Anastasia.

PS: Of course we must be certified regularly for our police authorization and permits.

MA: We just pay for those.

MA: As long as we pay everyone is healthy and there are no mice.

PS: So Herr Doktor Sturges does regular examination on the girls. When he remembers.

PS: Yes, we are vermin-free, utterly.

PS: Mostly he makes sure they are supplied with medications.

PS: What other what's do we use? What was the question again?

MA: I think some of the girls smoke coffee.

PS: Health care measures....

ZF: Any thing else to protect the girl's health...?

MA: They shouldn't though. It makes their teeth fall out.

MA: Alcohol.

MA: And regular trips to the country.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: Well we make sure they have access to the latest prophylactic medical items, all available at Clarrington's Pharmacy.

MA: Each girl gets a once a year trip to the country to visit Tante Babette.

PS: And of course we bathe them daily--quite a chore for some of them, you know.

ZF: You bathe them yourselves?

MA: Pola does.

PS: Yes, we have a...nurse, I suppose you would say...who takes care of girls who make mistakes. If you catch my meaning.

Pola Solo winks

MA: It benefits their figure.

MA: They always come back looking much thinner than when they went.

PS: Oh, I mostly make sure they are fully submerged at least once per day and they do spot-cleaning the rest of the time.

MA: She even holds their heads under water.

PS: Yes. Tante Babette is highly skilled and trained to alleviate certain feminine troubles.

ZF: Now, have there been any objections or complaints from the community about the brothel?

MA: Not at all.

MA: Next question.

ZF: Let's switch gears and talk about your dress shop...

PS: Oh yes. Well, bartending wasn't enough to pay the rent either, so I began selling the little dresses I had always made.

PS: So I designed, sewed and sold clothes, as I do today.

ZF: I visited your shop a few days ago....it's lovely!

PS: With that to supplement my income it was enough to get by. Of course Mab was paying for almost everything too.

PS: Oh thank you!

MA: I'm a lady of leisure now.

ZF: Where does the inspiration come from for your designs?

PS: She made buckets of money as a...starlet.

PS: Oh, I steal my ideas honey.

MA: It's the best way.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: Really, my dresses are very simple day dresses that the ordinary garçonne would wear.

PS: Things that don't tear easily or wear out at the knees you know.

PS: I rarely make anything as fancy as this dress.

ZF: You both look gorgeous today, by the way....

PS: You are too kind!

PS: I made Mab's coat, you know.

ZF: Did you? Wow!

ZF: Stunning colors.

PS: Thank you!

PS: I wore this dress in the Miss Berlin pageant.

ZF: Ah, this Miss Berlin pageant! You've both entered and won!

PS: Well, it's lots of fun as I recall. I don’t remember much of it as I was..um..taking some of Crunchy's powder to soothe my nerves. And drunk.

PS: Gstone Turas put on the most recent one. She was terribly capable and charming. She rehearsed our stage work several times so we all knew what we had to do.

MA: I had a lot of fun with the contest.

PS: I only fell off the stage a teensy little bit.

MA: The year before it was at the swimming pool.

ZF: Yes, I saw her machinima about walking on the stage....

MA: I believe it was during the 1 year anniversary.

PS: Yes! The first one was held at the bathhouse, terribly elegant and Art Deco.

MA: It's all been a bit of a disappointment though.

ZF: Oh?

Pola Solo nods sadly.

MA: Someone had promised me he'd make me a famous actress.

MA: I was to play the lead in some kind of vampire movie.

PS: men!

MA: something with Count in it or something.

MA: Anyway...nothing ever came of it.

MA: Except the tiara.

MA: I like the tiara.

PS: You did get the ribbon too.

MA: Yes

MA: I shall hang myself with that ribbon the day I turn 30 and have my first wrinkle.

PS: You'll never wrinkle, darling.

Zoe Foodiboo smiles

MA: Kissy kissy!

PS: You are only 20 anyway.

ZF: Alright ladies...favorite memory of 1920s Berlin?

PS: Oh, there are so many. The May Riots left an enormous impact. You know Mab and I were nurses during the riots, don't you?

PS: Mab drove the ambulance so bravely!

ZF: I missed that in my research....

PS: Yes, we volunteered. We were covered with blood, weren't we darling, and Wachtmeister Danitz threatened us!

ZF: Oh?

PS: Can you imagine? Threatening dear little nurses!?

Zoe Foodiboo sighs

Zoe Foodiboo: That man....

MA: We were so heroic.

PS: Ask Herr Sturges--he was the doctor on duty at the time.

MA: We looked so cute in uniform.

PS: I was wounded by a stray bullet.

ZF: Wounded? Where?

PS: Oh in Berlin.

ZF: No, where on your body?

PS: In my abdomen--nothing serious. Merely a flesh wound.

ZF: Oh my!

PS: But I had a very heroic bandage.

MA: I kissed it better.

PS: Hee. It didn't even leave a scar.

ZF: Quite the heroines, you two....

PS: Or so I am told.

MA: works every time

MA: the hospital wouldn't hire us though

MA: Afterwards I mean.

ZF: Oh?

MA: Because of our reputation.

PS: No, the hospital says we aren't fit.

ZF: What a shame.

PS: Yes, our reputation.

MA: I have an excellent reputation.

MA: I don't know where they got the idea that I didn't have one.

PS: You do, my angel.

PS: A very large and shiny one.

MA: I so wanted to be a nurse.

MA: I looked really good in uniform.

PS: That is what counts, you know.

Zoe Foodiboo nods in agreement

PS: There are photographs of us being nurses during the riots. They’re around somewhere.

ZF: Have you submitted anything to the archive yet?

PS: Probably Crunchy has them.

MA: I use the outfit to play dress up with Pola sometimes. But it simply isn't the same.

ZF: Photos, letters, anything?

PS: Submitted to the archive? I'd love to.

PS: Oh, photos?

ZF: Oh yes, the Berlin archive would love to have anything you have that you'd like to share...

MA: Ooh...

PS: Hm..no. Should we? All right. I'll look around.

ZF: photos, posters, letters, diaries.....

MA: Ah...

PS: Well not yet.

MA: Oh, we don't write.

PS: We do have pictures though.

ZF: magazine clippings...I'm sure you were featured in plenty of style magazines

MA: we are both uneducated and utterly illiterate.

MA: Except for Pola.

PS: I'm not utterly illiterate. And it's only by choice.

MA: she can count

ZF: And yet such articulate and delightful storytellers!

MA: At least up to 30 or so.

PS: Yes. How else could I make change at the Keller?

MA: You give change?

MA: That's new

PS: Not very well, but I try.

PS: Sometimes

MA: Hm..

PS: When they are not drunk enough to cheat.

ZF: You're both wonderful. Every day that I'm here in Berlin, I fall a little more in love with the community here.....

MA: Aw...

PS: Oh we have so much more to talk about too.

MA: Like my cat George.

PS: Or at least Mabel Ann does.

ZF: Well, you're welcome to continue talking as long as you like until you feel fatigued.

MA: And Aristide who disappeared when all things in Berlin disappeared.

ZF: I have plenty of time....

PS: Yes, poor Aristide.

ZF: And we can always do more interviews...

PS: What else would you like to know?

ZF: All things in Berlin disappeared?

MA: Yes...it may have been my fault too.

ZF: Oh?

PS: Yes, after they were destroyed. There was a very great earthquake I am told.

PS: I wasn't there.

MA: I rezzed something rather big and primmy.

PS: Did you destroy Berlin, darling? How careless.

MA: And we went over the max prim count in the sim and everything was automatically returned to the owners...or something.

ZF: Oh dear!

MA: I never found Aristide.

MA: Plus I rezzed that thing quite by accident.

MA: It may have been a Christmas tree.

MA: Or a huge bunny.

MA: I forgot which.

ZF: On the old sim or the current one?

MA: the old one.

ZF: Was Jo [Frau Jo Yardley] mad?

MA: Yes

MA: but not at me

ZF: Oh good.

MA: She didn't know I rezzed a thing.

PS: And that's what set off the destruction? You capable thing, you!

Mab Ashdene smiles proudly

Zoe Foodiboo sighs and shakes her head

PS: My Mab can do anything!

Zoe Foodiboo grins

ZF: Tell me about your names....

PS: What do you want to know?

MA: Pola Belle and Mabel Ann

ZF: How/why did you choose them?

MA: Oh...Mab just sounds so much snappier than Mabel.

PS: Oh I tell people Pola is from "Poland" which of course it is.

PS: But it's really after Pola Negri.

ZF: Who is Pola Negri?

PS: Darling! Mab is Shakespearean!

MA: who is Pola Negri?

PS: Don't be so modest.

Mab Ashdene: Darling...tell her.

PS: She is a wonderful starlet!

PS: Mab is queen of the fairies. I think she has a reputation for flying up people's noses when they sleep, doesn't she?

MA: I wouldn't know.

PS: Pola Negri is a movie starlet, darlings! She is terribly famous!

PS: And beautiful too.

MA: As are you.

Pola Solo preens.

ZF: Mab is a starlet as well?

MA: Mab is a queen.

MA: You may accept me as yours.

Zoe Foodiboo laughs

PS: Yes, queen of the fairies in, I think, Twelfth Night.

PS: Am I right darling?

ZF: perhaps you should fish out your tiara...

MA: It's older than Twelfth Night.

MA: But mentioned there.

PS: I am terribly ignorant darling!

MA: Or it's just short for Mabel.

PS: What else would you like to ask us?

ZF: Would you like to talk specifically to the services you offer at the gentleman's club?

MA: We have regular sex during the week and special sex on Sundays.

ZF: Ummm...

PS: And three times on the weekends---matinees, you know

ZF: What's 'regular sex" vs "special"

MA: Group discounts...

MA: Um...

Zoe Foodiboo blinks innocently

PS: I don't have group discounts!

MA: You should have!

PS: Why do I never have any fun? is it because I don't have group discounts?

MA: It's because you don't like men.

MA: You should have girl discounts.

PS: I like them well enough...

PS: I could do that, but my entire being rebels at the thought of giving discounts darling!

PS: Disgusting!

MA: Oh, it just means they have to tip more.

PS: But that is left up to the individual--it's too democratic for my taste.

MA: I never worry about tips.

Zoe Foodiboo likes the way Pola thinks

MA: I don't have to.

PS: I rarely have clients. Tips are always welcome---Zoe, please be sure you publish that will you darling?

ZF: I will

PS: I am still not very well regarded, I think. All the other girls have clients but me.

Pola Solo pouts.

MA: Most of our income from the Brothel we take from our pretty girls.

PS: That's true.

ZF: They are quite pretty...I saw the photos on the wall...

PS: No, wait--that's not true.

MA: Usually when Pola holds their head under water.

MA: I check under the mattress.

MA: And there we go.

PS: They keep their money for themselves and WE suffer the stress and deprivation of running the business without.

MA: Yes

MA: What Pola said.

PS: We really ought to start charging rent, you know.

ZF: I don't recall seeing any mattresses at the club when I visited...?

PS: Those nasty girls should pay for my tender care and the nice clean-ish sheets.

MA: I'll take care of your tender bits, sugar.

PS: Well, the Gents' Club is really just a club.

MA: We don't do sex at all.

PS: The...other services...take place at another location.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: All we do at the club is dance and drink and chat.

PS: it's really terribly civilized.

MA: And a bit of extortion.

PS: Only a bit.

MA: Nothing out of the ordinary.

PS: Married men come to us of their own volition after all.

MA: If they don't come we'll tell their friends.

PS: We don't advertise or solicit--you know that prostitution is quite legal in Berlin?

PS: Prostitution itself is legal, but we may not solicit.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: And we must pay very steep...fees and accreditation and certification costs. Not to mention the medical bills!

PS: Tsk.

ZF: "legal" in Berlin, but not in SL, yes?

PS: I don't know this SL.

Zoe Foodiboo laughs and shakes her head

MA: Saint Louis

PS: San Luis Obispo without the Obispo.

PS: Sacred Lungs?

MA: Sexy Lingerie

PS: Scared to Leap.

ZF: Speaking of leaping...there are quite a few marrieds here in Berlin - what do you make of it?

PS: Well, it's legal in Berlin.

MA: I think it's a fad. It'll go away.

PS: Oh, I am a traditional girl. I approve. Plus it's excellent for business.

PS: What is more conducive to prostitution than the desires of the married men?

MA: Once girls get married they sit down and grow a moustache.

Zoe Foodiboo giggles

PS: And get pregnant. Have you noticed the disgusting influx of children lately?

PS: Really very disturbing.

MA: they will also go away

ZF: I don't believe in marriage, myself.

ZF: The children are amusing

PS: Though of course Herr Clarrington [Morganic Clarrington] does great business with meat pies made of children.

MA: I look rather good with a moustache actually. Perhaps I should get married.

PS: You look good as a boyish garconne, darling.

PS: With a dapper little moustache.

PS: Did I just set the rug on fire?

Pola Solo grinds her cigarette butt out.

Zoe Foodiboo raises an eyebrow

PS: Never mind.

PS: Oops

ZF: shall I pour my coffee over it?

ZF: Your foot is smoking, dear.

PS: No, no need.

Pola Solo shakes the sparks from her shoe.

PS: All better!

MA: New rug. With little men to walk over.

PS: Yes, a rug made of little Berlin chaps.

MA: Looking up our skirts.

PS: As usual.

ZF: Now how did you two meet? That must be a romantic story.....

PS: Oh it is!

Zoe Foodiboo leans in

PS: You tell her darling!

MA: Me?

PS: Mabby

MA: Well...

MA: I was working for this guy called Mark.

PS: No, you were in the mountains with your grandfather and the goats.

MA: He was this big shot manager of this and that and everything else.

MA: Yes, that was before.

MA: But after that I was working for Mark.

MA: As a sort of secretary.

MA: Mark had gotten into an accident and only had one hand so he needed someone to write for him and such.

PS: Oh, all right.

MA: Plus he wasn't the youngest anymore.

ZF: mmm hmmmm

MA: so one day he decides to get married and it's going to be the daughter of some old time friend who lives over the pond.

MA: So he sends me to go and pick her up.

MA: I went by boat together with some of his cronies.

MA: and there was Pola.

PS: Innocent and pure.

MA: At first things were fine but on the way back I found out Pola was a bit nervous and she didn't really know that Mark wasn't such a looker.

MA: So I asked this girl to make a love potion.

MA: You know, to make it all good for Pola and Mark.

PS: I didn’t know this!

MA: But one silly git thought it was a bottle of wine and Pola and I had drunk it before we realised it wasn't.

MA: Trouble!

MA: Pola married Mark.

MA: Mark found out Pola fancied me.

MA: Sent me away.

MA: I went to France.

MA: Fought in lots of tournaments and ended up wounded in the arms of another girl called Pola.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

MA: In Normandy I believe.

MA: Pola with the white hands.

MA: She loved me and I rather liked her too.

MA: But I got sick with love for Pola here and ended up spending my days in bed.

PS: But she was untrue

PS: So anyway, I was married but he threw me over for a girl named Adelheid--his new secretary.

MA: then I asked Pola with the white hands to ask for Pola to come from England so I could see her one last time. And to let the boat have white sails if Pola would come and black if she wouldn't.

MA: Shhh

MA: Let me tell this story.

Zoe Foodiboo giggles

PS: Yes darling.

MA: Anyway, I got sicker and sicker and one day Pola with the white hands looked out of the window and saw the ship heading towards the coast.

MA: So I asked her if it were white sails or black sails.

MA: the sails were white but she told me they were black.

ZF: oh my!

MA: Since I thought Pola wasn't coming there was no more reason for me live.

MA: So I died.

MA: right there, in France.

MA: and Pola was too late.

Mab Ashdene sighs.

PS: It was only a flesh wound, however.

Zoe Foodiboo raises an eyebrow

MA: Such a sad story.

Mab Ashdene sniffs

PS: I cry every time she tells that one.

PS: I went to live in Paris with a distant cousin who incidentally ran a brothel.

Zoe Foodiboo slumps back into her chair

MA: No..

PS: This was after my creepy husband...what? No?

MA: You died too when you saw my lifeless body and had learned of the Pola with the white hands' treachery.

Zoe Foodiboo rolls her eyes, amused

MA: I swear that's how it happened.

PS: But wasn't I nursed back to health by Titsy of the White Chest?

MA: I don't know. I was dead.

PS: But then, living with my cousin in Paris, I discovered...

ZF: Remarkable story...

PS: Yes, yes.

Zoe Foodiboo giggles

MA: And THAT's how we ended up in Berlin.

Pola Solo sighs

Zoe Foodiboo looks confused

PS: It's all so complicated.

Zoe Foodiboo debates whether or not to press for details

PS: After my marriage went to pieces, I went to live in Paris with a distant cousin who incidentally ran a brothel.

ZF: Tom?

PS: No, he was here in Berlin.

ZF: Oh, right.

PS: My cousin taught me to count to thirty and the simple bookkeeping required to run a brothel.

PS: And some other things, incidentals really.

PS: I decided to come to Berlin, having heard that Mab was here.

ZF: Risen from the dead?

PS: You know we knew each other from childhood really, from living in the mountains.

PS: We saw a travelling troupe of actors and decided we wanted to ACT!

Zoe Foodiboo furrows her eyebrows

PS: BUT I was sent to marry Mark.

MA: And THAT's how we ended up in Berlin.

Zoe Foodiboo sets her elbow on the armchair and rests her cheek on her fist

Zoe Foodiboo blinks

PS: Yes. I had come to Berlin with the money I had made, but it ran out and of course poor Mab was trying to be a starlet with only moderate success.

PS: Then Bubbles approached us--and you know the rest.

Zoe Foodiboo decides not to make an appointment with Doktor Sturges after all.

ZF: Exactly how many pills and powders are you ladies taking on a daily basis?

PS: Oh no need--he will cure anything with his pain-prevention methods.

PS: It depends.

MA: Don't worry. We drink lots of brandy to dissolve it.

PS: I use lots of powders and pills I don't recognize

Zoe Foodiboo thinks Doktor Sturges might be a bit of a quack.

PS: Yes brandy to wash them all down.

PS: But he's not!

PS: He cured her flappy ears and all my problems too.

ZF: oops, did I say that out loud?

MA: Bubbles kept a diary of how she ended up in Berlin.

MA: It's a lot less spectacular than our story though.

ZF: Sorry, of course he's not.

ZF: Excellent doctor, I'm sure.

Zoe Foodiboo smirks

PS: Of course I'm not entirely sure what my problems were, but they are cured for good!

ZF: Bubbles...now I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her.

MA: I think she has a shop at the Teleportplatz.

MA: You should also speak to the priest.

MA: Ask him about nuns.

ZF: You ladies attend church?

PS: Bubbles isn't here very often these days, but you can see her in the evenings if you come after 8 or so,

MA: Oh yes.

PS: Of course!

PS: We are very devout.

MA: especially Irish nuns.

PS: I like the lacemaking Belgian ones.

PS: We go to church every time there is a service when we are here.

PS: We wouldn't miss it for the world. Our eternal souls depend on it, you see.

ZF: Have you gone to the school to observe classes?

MA: Only once.

PS: Oh yes. We went to the Hebrew class last week. Were you there?

MA: I can't read.

PS: It was brilliant, wasn't it?

MA: Yes

PS: Now you read a teensy bit of Hebrew though don't you?

PS: Clever Mabby.

ZF: You can't read? How did you manage as a secretary?

PS: Phhh. Details.

PS: She has an excellent memory for things.

ZF: I missed Hebrew class, unfortunately. Work.

MA: I just made things up.

MA: Plus, in those days it wasn't about the written word.

MA: We had more of an oral tradition.

Zoe Foodiboo smirks

ZF: I'll bet.

MA: No pun intended.

PS: There are other traditions based on other orifices of course. But that is more modern.

ZF: Does the gentlemen's club offer....instruction? For ladies who might like to hone their entertainment skills?

PS: Oh no. It's for higher level girls only. Sometimes the girls misrepresent themselves, of course.

ZF: For wives, perhaps, who might like to try and recapture their husbands attention?

Zoe Foodiboo nods

PS: But they tend to be beaten and fired shortly.

PS: No, we don't train wives. Goodness no. Why would we ruin our business like that?

ZF: True.

MA: Wives don't like us much anyway.

PS: But we provide a valuable service you see. We do these things so that wive don't have to do them.

PS: We don't steal husbands, we are more like a convenience item.

Zoe Foodiboo nods

ZF: Quite useful.

PS: And in the end, husbands go back to their wives and families satisfied and comfortable.

PS: Or not, I don't really know, but that is my theory and I stand by it.

Zoe Foodiboo puts out her ciggy and gathers her things.

ZF: Well ladies, this has been lovely. And highly entertaining!

MA: I am glad you had fun.

PS: Oh the pleasure is ours, really Zoe.

ZF: Thank you both so much for your time and your stories...it's all been delightful!

PS: We love talking to pretty girls.

Zoe Foodiboo blushes

PS: How charming!

Zoe Foodiboo walks over to kiss both of you on the cheek

ZF: See you at the Eldorado later?

PS: Possibly. The lag is pretty severe there.

MA: we'll try

Zoe Foodiboo raises her hand and wriggles her fingers

ZF: Toodles!

PS: Bye sugar!

PS: Bis spater!

'tis merely a flesh wound. by Kathy

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OK, it might be the ultimate flesh wound. For the October Scavenger Hunt #17- 'tis merely a flesh wound.

My neighbor, the same one who put out the cackling witch last year, installed this lovely(?) lady on his front step this week. There's quite a graveyard set up in front of her! He really must like Halloween.

here's what happens when you gawk at beautiful scenery and not pay attention to where you're running by ellen jo roberts

Training - Midian City by RavenAnn Tiger | Enchantment!

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[[Thank Apoc for crashing and losing our begining.]]

[20:26] Ayr Bosatsu stares down at her, watching the rain caress down her skin as his ears flicked off stray drops touching his dark fur. "It's not heavy, expand your mind." Watching her run around he'd smirk, his body turning as he lifted the sword - using it as a bar - which sent him back a few steps when the two clattered. "Better," Flicks the rain off it," less fidgeting." Flings himself up into the air - the sword cutting down in an arc, but not for her head, no - he was clearly aiming to slice right down her body if he could get it.

[20:31] Fluffy Snoodle jams herself up on her sword, leaping off of it like a pro-ninja. She laughs quietly again. Her hands slide on the handle before grunting and arching her swing towards Ayrs should. But what's this? Oh noes! He sliced fluffs shoulder. Dun dun dunnn.

[20:34] Ayr Bosatsu lands down with a thud, barely there a second before he saw her sword coming down. Flinging his own up to deflect hers he'd cease trying to even waste his time with cutting her. As the scent of blood hit his nose he grinned vapidly amidst the rain. He felt a crease on his own shoulder though - her sword had cut into his arm, leaving a dark stream of blood and torn cloth in its wake. His neck twinged; anger bubbling up in him as he lifted his sword up, trying to cut hers out of her hand - swinging wildly with stupid amounts of force to send hers flying if he could.

[20:38] Fluffy Snoodle didn't have enough time to react to the force upon her sword, which created even more force upon her wrist. A sick 'Snap!' of bones could be heard within' her wrist as the blade got stuck on her own hand. She'd look down to her wrist- which was twisted the wrong way before looking back up to Ayr. The pain hadn't hit her just yet. And finally, a clang of her sword hitting the cement would be heard echoing off of the rooftop before the quiet rhythm of raindrops were the only noises around them...for now.

[20:40] Ayr Bosatsu heaves, watching her for the longest time - the rain deafening to his senses. Heave. Heave. Heave. Ceaselessly watching her with his sword still in his hand. "You've lost," he spat out coldly - his eyes remaining on her own, the sound of the crunch not even registering with his mind in this weird adrenalien fuelled state. Lifting up his leg to try and finish the fight he'd try and kick her the rest of the way away from him; trying to finally put her onto the ground and end it once and for all.

[20:42] Fluffy Snoodle looks up to Ayr as she falls once more, she was cradling her right wrist with her free arm protectively as she skidded across the wet concrete. Tears started to fill her eyes as she looked down at herself. She had lost, and not only that but her wrist was snapped all the way back and lucky her. First time ever breaking a bone - go figure. "AAAAAH!" She, yes, screamed out as the pain finally hit her - only added with the frost in Ayrs voice.

[20:45] Ayr Bosatsu twists his mouth unpleasantly - a deafening crack of thunder rolling in above them. Amidst the rain, his own blood on the roof and her screams it was a horrible sight to behold. "This is over," lifting up his sword he'd swing it down in an arc - hoping to cut her wherever he could; merely a flesh wound to show she'd lost the fight and put her into her place firmly. Even though he loved her dearly. The sound of the sword cutting through the air caused his ears to twitch, and watching it come down over her rendered his heart in pieces - but it was a necessary evil as some would say. A lesson in humility.

[20:48] Fluffy Snoodle stares at the sword wide-eyed as it fell upon her own flesh. Fear clear in her eyes as she glanced up to Ayr, though they'd shut tightly as his blade dug it's way into her flesh. Her left arm covered in blood as the sword dug deeper in her flesh than it was probably meant. Though when it was all over she'd fall to her side. The rain washed her blood over her own body - pooling underneath her as she shivered and shook in pain. Lesson in humility? Totally not needed kthx. Fluff knew her place already!

[20:51] Ayr Bosatsu withdraws his phone silently, turning away as he texted for some help - his nose burning with her scent of blood. Exhaling heavily he'd lean his head forward - exposing the back of his neck to the raindrops, one arm hand resting over his exposed wound - whincing at the blood running down his arm. "I'll get you a medic," he murmured lowly - another bolt of lightning streaking over the sky high above them. Looking down at the rain as it pooled about his feet he'd frown, turning to look at her once more - her body laying there like a half empty sack of potatos.

[20:55] Fluffy Snoodle's lip twitches as tears continues to stream down her face. The water below her now tainted with her own blood as more and more rushed from her arm - and her wrist, cradled lovingly against her chest. She layed there silently, shivering as the slow loss of blood cooled her body. The poor fox was tough on the outside but a real softy on the inside.

[20:56] Ayr Bosatsu throws his sword over his shoulder, grunting at the lack of response. Slowly leaning down he'd drag her body up if she'd let him, cradling it to his own tightly as he looked about the city scape; sure no one would see him. "Alright, off home we go."

260/365: "We will rock you" / "T'is only a flesh wound" by It's life Jim....

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Added to Oct MSH (17) - 'tis merely a flesh wound (video clip)

Obvious reference to the Heath Ledger film "A Knight's Tale" 'cos the only mask I had was one that the boys had made for a fancy dress party once. And paired with my father-in-law's dress sword from his army days.

And of course the only track that could go with this is "We will rock you" by Queen.

For 30 songs in 30 days, TOTW - Lyrically Inspired and TRP - Masks

Submitting this as part of Ms. Cheeky's Workshop - Week #4 Shoot what you love....

I had wanted to submit something to this workshop all week, but was completely at a loss for what the lesson this week was about. Looking back on my week's photos I finally twigged what the point was (at least as far as I am concerned....)

The pictures in my stream that I am most happy with tend to be the ones that make people chuckle or think twice about i.e. More about telling a joke than about than pure visual artistic merit. These are also the ones that get more responses from the flickr universe than most - which hopefully means that people get the humour (not that none of the rest have any artistic merit !!)

Oh... and ignore the fact that a lot of them are self portraits.... I am not a (complete) narcissist.

'tis merely a flesh wound. by KayVee.INC

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Submitted to: Monthly Scavenger Hunt - #17. `tis merely a flesh wound.

Merely a Flesh Wound by bamoffitteventphotos

July 23, 2016, San Diego, California, USA: Zombies, walkers, zombie hunters and dinosaur cosplayers walked, lurched and lumbered through parts of downtown San Diego during the final zombie walk to be held during Comic-Con.

via Instagram ift.tt/2aj0fkS

Ellie's Random Crap Giveaway! by Ellie Warren

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Yes you read right, I'm giving away my random stuff that I've bought for MSH over the years. I will send free of charge within the UK but I have to ask that if you want anything sent abroad, I'll need a donation towards postage (via PayPal so you're protected if I don't send it to you!).

You may claim more than one item. Please leave a comment below stating what you want.

I'm not entirely sure where everything is right now, but will send as I find them.

~~1. 077:365 Yeehaw! - Britains horse with cowboy.~~

2. Get Off The Phone! - selection of plastic army men, I have many. - Some are going to shk, but should still be enough for someone else too.

~~3. 055:365 "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." - Fake corsage (attaches by both pin and clip).~~

~~4. 012:365 Squeeze Me - Pig stress toy.~~

5. 008:365 String Of Pearls - Fake pearl choker.

6. Red Hair Day - Dodgy wig.

7. But she *has* got a wart! - Fake witch nose.

8. 348:365 `tis merely a flesh wound - 4 plastic 'severed' fingers.

9. 328:365 Saved By The Bell - Pink china bell (UK only as fragile).

~~10. 284:365 The Lightness Of Being - Pack of purple feathers.~~

11. 283:365 Pimp My Ho - Red and black garter (cash not included).

~~12. 261:365 Choke - Dog 'choke chain'~~

13. 253:365 Smalti - small pack of different coloured smalti.

14. Thwack! - IKEA toy rat/mouse.

15. 087:365 Bunting - Plastic bunting and/or sequin bikini top (small size)

16. You'll Shoot Your Eye Out - Toy gun.

~~17. 047:365 Exterminate! - Dalek.~~

~~18. 029:365 Snow Birds - Penguin nesting dolls.~~

~~19. Kittens - Cats with magnetic bums.~~

20. Bright Copper Kettle - Dolls house scale 'copper' kettle.

21. 131:365 Do Something Funny For Money - Red nose and/or red rubber gloves.

22. 170:365 Crown - Plastic tiara.

~~23. 248:365 Wish Upon A Star - Indoor sparklers (designed for putting in desserts) UK only as can't go airmail.~~

~~24. 254:365 Ex-Balloon - Pack of various balloons.~~

~~25. Why Are There Always Random Letters Left? - Mini alphabet fridge magnets.~~

Created with fd's Flickr Toys

October Hunt Completed by Ellie Warren

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1. 349:365 Tell me, have you in fact got any cheese here at all?, 2. Doctor? Doctor? Doctor!, 3. Charge!, 4. Un Cadeau?, 5. What have the Romans ever done for us?!, 6. Always look on the bright side of life., 7. 343:365 Yum, 8. But she *has* got a wart!, 9. so absolutely HUGE!, 10. 354:365 The Key, 11. You sons of silly persons!!, 12. 359:365 What is your favourite colour?, 13. You look like a milkman to me..., 14. Have I got a big nose, mum?, 15. 351:365 And get the machine that goes PING!, 16. 337:365 Well, this is a temperate zone..., 17. 348:365 `tis merely a flesh wound, 18. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!, 19. 334:365 Averting Our Eyes, Oh Lord, 20. 357:365 And finally, a wafer thin mint!

October 2009 Scavenger Hunt

1. Tell me, have you in fact got any cheese here at all? (mine and everyone's)

2. Doctor? Doctor? Doctor! (mine and everyone's)

3. Charge! (mine and everyone's)

4. Un Cadeau (mine and everyone's)

5. What have the Romans ever done for us?! (mine and everyone's)

6. Always look on the bright side of life. (mine and everyone's)

7. Yoghurt (mine and everyone's)

8. But she *has* got a wart! (mine and everyone's)

9. ...so absolutely HUGE! (mine and everyone's)

10. Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion! (mine and everyone's)

11. You sons of silly persons!! (mine and everyone's)

12. What is your favorite colour? (mine and everyone's)

13. You look like a milkman to me. (mine and everyone's)

14. Have I got a big nose, mum? (mine and everyone's)

15. And get the machine that goes PING! (mine and everyone's)

16. Well, this is a temperate zone... (mine and everyone's)

17. `tis merely a flesh wound. (mine and everyone's)

18. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! (mine and everyone's)

19. Averting our eyes, oh lord. (mine and everyone's)

20. And finally, a wafer thin mint! (mine and everyone's)

flash the gash by Paul Mullen

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Here is a pic, I removed the butterfly stitches to give it a clean and change the dressing. I know what you thinking, “Akiro, that is merely a flesh wound”. One would have to agree, but the problem is the depth it might have gone, all that stopped the blade was the handle bit that locks the blade in. My nurse is concerned about the bruising that seems to have formed, a possible indication of damage deeper down. The cut is only 3/4th of an inch long, but it’s the depth it went in which could be the greatest problem. For now I just have to keep it clean and wait. It’s doing my fucking nut in as I can put weight on the heel of my foot.

Merely a flesh wound by David Williams

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Toronto Zombie Walk 2014

Merely a Flesh Wound by James Huenink

It's merely a flesh wound.

St. Sebastian by ohrfeus

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Submitted to Monthly Scavenger Hunt - Oktober 2009 ("'tis merely a flesh wound")

St. Sebastian did not die from the wounds the arrows caused. He was found still alive by the widow Irene of Rome and nursed back to health. He died as a martyr at a later occasion when Roman Emperor Diocletian commanded him to be beaten to death.

Relief on the church St. Sebastian in Salzburg.

Scavenger Hunt - October 2009 by Susan

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1. Chuck E. Cheese, 2. Vintage Ambulances, 3. Charge!, 4. Bye Bye to Dial-up!!, 5. What have the Romans ever done for us?!, 6. Sunflower Smiley, 7. Colorful Yoghurt, 8. But she *has* got a wart!, 9. Giant Chicken, 10. Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion!, 11. Y B Normal?, 12. I ♥ Turquoise, 13. Little Milkman, 14. Have I got a big nose, mum?, 15. The machine that goes PING!, 16. Hello to winter..., 17. Kicked to the curb..., 18. Trash talking pets..., 19. Averting our eyes, oh lord..., 20. Thin Mint

Submissions to the Monthly Scavenger Hunt group

www.flickr.com/groups/monthlyhunt/

October 2009 Scavenger Hunt

- Lines from Monty Python sketches and movies

1. Tell me, have you in fact got any cheese here at all?

2. Doctor? Doctor? Doctor!

3. Charge!

4. Un Cadeau

5. What have the Romans ever done for us?!

6. Always look on the bright side of life.

7. Yoghurt

8. But she *has* got a wart!

9. ...so absolutely HUGE!

10. Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion!

11. You sons of silly persons!!

12. What is your favorite colour?

13. You look like a milkman to me.

14. Have I got a big nose, mum?

15. And get the machine that goes PING!

16. Well, this is a temperate zone...

17. `tis merely a flesh wound.

18. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

19. Averting our eyes, oh lord.

20. And finally, a wafer thin mint!

You can see the top 3 finishers in each category here:

www.flickr.com/groups/monthlyhunt/discuss/72157622721831410/

I placed 2nd in #6 Always look on the bright side of life

County Rd 126, Segment 2, Colorado Trail, CO by Tim Stewart

A dry camp is just what it sounds like ... no water available (unless you bring it). And that means carrying water for dinner, possibly breakfast and for hiking to the next source the following day. Although I was 'in the woods' literally I was not 'out of the woods' figuratively. There were still several miles of 'no water' in Segment 2.

I was up and hiking by 0700. The temperature was a chilly 51f, big swing from the day before. I had camped in the woods but the trail would soon leave the woods and reenter another arid, burn area of Segment 2. It was early and the terrain was mostly flat so I wasn't concerned about the heat. Just before the next road crossing I came upon a water cache for any hikers in need of water. There wasn't much and I was not in need, so I didn't take any. Not much further and I hit Jefferson Co. Rd 126, which leads to the town of Buffalo Creek.

I was hiking to Breckenridge but I would need to resupply before getting there. There are 3 possibilities. The 1st one is Buffalo Crk, approximately 3.5 miles from the crossing of Jefferson Co. Rd 126, which has a small general store. It is less than 30 miles into the hike, which is rather soon for a resupply. 2nd possibility is Bailey. Bailey is at approximately mile marker 40. Better, in that it is 'almost' 1/2 way to Breck and larger than Buffalo Crk. However, it is 8 miles away and is reached via a forest service road which might not have much traffic, especially during the week. Another plus for Bailey is a lodging option. Jefferson was still far away so I wasn't really considering that option at this point.

I didn't like the idea of possibly not getting a ride to Bailey, so I decided on Buffalo Creek. I made it to Co. Rd 126 and began to hitch hike. Hitching is mostly a necessity when hiking for multiple days unless the trail goes directly through town. Typically, I'll carry 3-5 days of food. I anticipated to get enough to make it at least to Jefferson or possibly all the way to Breck. I caught a hitch pretty quickly and was in town by 0915.

Buffalo Creek is very small. The general store/post office/gas station is very unique and adequate for a resupply and it is also just about the only thing in town. Not the best but it was sufficient. The Green Mercantile Store was built in 1898 and has been in continuous operation ever since. It seems Buffalo Creek would be a nice location for a hostel .... but maybe there isn't enough traffic on the Colorado Trail yet.

I spent about an hour in town enjoying some snacks before hitting the trail again. Once back on the trail at Co. Rd 126 the trail became a little difficult to follow. There were some dirt roads and I wasn't sure which one to follow. I figured it out and a short time later I made it to the Little Scraggy Trailhead and the beginning of Segment 3. I took a short break to use the privy.

The hiking wasn't too difficult at this point. There were some bikers out for the day but they were moving slower than I was. They were learning and kept stopping for instruction. I passed them at least 3 times. The last time I passed them I noticed one had fallen and was injured ... merely a flesh wound. I don't know, I thought the trail was easy ... more difficult to bike though, I reckon.

At some point it decided to rain but sometimes that happens and there is nothing to do but hike through it. The rain kept the temperature low, in the 70s, so that was nice. I had no specific destination in mind for the night and I was not exactly sure where I ended up. It was still raining when I came upon a dirt road. There was an open area nearby so I went to investigate. I saw a privy, bear box, and a water spigot. It looked like it was a group camp area of some sort. There was no activity around so I decided to camp nearby. The rain finally did stop.

We took up the challenge, and a challenge it was! ;-) by Monika & Manfred

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1. ...mmm...minty...wafer-thin..., 2. "Police? - You look like a milkman to me!", 3. "Your mother was a hampster and your father smelt of elderberries!!", 4. "Have I got a big nose, mum...?", 5. "What is your favorite color?", 6. Yoghurt, 7. See our very own "machine that goes ... PING"!, 8. The cheese shop (with so little variety), 9. Always look on the bright side of life..., 10. Please! ... This is supposed to be a happy occasion!, 11. But she *has* got a wart! (Not only one, I'm afraid...), 12. "Charge!!", 13. "No, no, he was not experiencing any problems there - 'twas merely a flesh wound...!", 14. Austria is a wine-growing country..., 15. Sleeping bags for a bat colony... oh, and a guest as well! ;-), 16. Solely for male usage..., 17. Doctor? Doctor? Doctor!, 18. Secret box of mystery..., 19. Offering another candle..., 20. Bryce Canyon NP

Created with fd's Flickr Toys

When badgers attack! by Misty

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Day 20 of 365 days.

For the October MSH - 'Tis merely a flesh wound

'tis merely a flesh wound.... by suz or sooze

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...well it would be if someone clobbered you with this thing. ;)

for October MSH: "tis merely a flesh wound"

such a gross but funny scene.

Oh, stop making such a fuss... by Jumpin'Jack

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- 'tis merely a tiny flesh wound!

Should rather bite the bullet and remember the brave Black Knight...

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Better large on black

Tis merely a flesh wound by Carol Rowe

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Sindy thought they were her friends........!

(No dolls were harmed in the making of this photo - well, apart from the one without a head and leg!

Twitter 365 - Ft Yotsuba [277] by KayVee.INC

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'tis merely a flesh wound!

'tis merely a flesh wound by Helix D. Monster

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Cheer up Ricky, the knight didn't really die 'twas merely a flesh wound by stepheroo

Ricky, Kunal, Josh, Gabrielle

County Rd 126, Segment 2, Colorado Trail, CO2 by Tim Stewart