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You can't fool Buddha Baby, by saying you have eschewed physical violence and then doing that last sentence, which is verbally aggressive to poor ole Tez. You will now have to be Tez's Love Slave for the next seven Cycles of Reincarnation, yes, even the one where he's an elephant and you are a dung-beetle.
Buddha knows every plant, every animal, and all the Secrets of the Universe, even why they made a second series of Big Brother, so don't think you can slip this one by him..........

Ah but my un-enlightened friend. Is Helen Hand not a creation of the almighty?
Does she too, not require love?
To love Helen Hand is to love oneself and that in itself equates to oneness within.

Om. Ting.

Anybody for a nice steaming cup of Blackadder(licorice tea)

Very refreshing and no caffeine to boot

How many sugars?

Eight?...A wise choice

cheers
B....OZ No Beer Here...Mature Australian

Come dahn the Ashram and say that, you serene git.
Bloody crocus-yellow bastard.

Om...ting...smack in mouth......
I'm off dahn Oxford Street now, to kick one of yer dishevelled mates.......

My brother, the next time you drink a can of orange Tango, I shall be there to give you a hundred handed Buddha Bitch slap with several Om's and a big old ting.

Thankyou, Master....at last I understand all that 'one hand clapping' bollocks, and in my new Enlightened state I will go forth and spread Peace and Love amongst mankind, except estate agents, and all those other gits I hate, of course, that goes without saying, Enlightenment isn't for every Tom, Dick and Mary......

Om....ting....tiddly pom......

Leave Mary for me.
In fact leave all the chicks for me to enlighten.
There's a few chicks on here that could do with several hours of Holden Love for a start.


Om. Ting an dat

For Truly, it is written, in Bardo Thodol, the Tibetan Book of the Dead:
'......and shalt Thou leave all the Totty, for Holden of the Yellow Underpants, and the Chicks Shall be His, for so has Our Master Gautama ordered, that All be Well, and He Shall eat of the Fruit of the Bo-Tree, and Know of Enlightenment, and Shagging, and other Great Secrets of the Universe, and Stuff, is that the time already, I've got a 2 o'clock at the Lhasa Hilton, love you guys, gotta run, let's do lunch.........."

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[........the clapper on me little bell's packed up, so you'll have to supply yer own 'tings' this time: I haven't got time to run down to Buddha's Bell Boutique just for you, not with all this laundry, and the cat wanting shotblasting again.......]

just found recently a tiny little bar up a sidestreet that only sells continental beer, Fantastic stuff each has it's own weird shaped glass too. We've been steadily working our way through them (didn't realise Chimey had three different types!) the best so far is one called Starprame (sp!) from the Czechs, very nice but 11.5% so you gotta be careful cos it doesn't taste strong