horsewomen Q i believe it will be two horsewomen, riding stallions, and two horsemen, riding mares, all naked as jaybirds and carrying doves they're arriving on a screen near you sometime before winter in the Northern Hemisphere carrying plastic bags full of birth control pills, condoms, and, in a recent development, RU486 pills this can all be divined from the good book read upside down with a speculum 000929 ... Lord Of mud nebulous, they billowed across the intersection of the sleepy hamlet. Of course, they had never visited A TOWN or seen REAL PEOPLE (except the dead ones they ate). this was not important to them, because they had several bags of brightly coloured effluvia, with which to entertain (and entrap) small children. The horses spoke in a tongue never understood, "neigh" they said, "neigh, neigh." The shopkeeper delved in his bag, and flurried for a while to hide his obvious distraction, and produced sugar lumps. The horsewomen were affronted by such pettiness, and reached into their back pockets for the celebrity singer Ronan Keating, who had crawled into the horsewoman's arse because he was convinced that attack hamsters were coming for him. It was so warm, he thought, until suddenly, from out of nowhere, and as if by magic, the shopkeeper appeared. Ronan was perplexed, since there was little enough room in there, without the additional hassle of a shopkeeper. "Get out!" he cried in a Guinness fuelled singer-songwriter style frenzy! "Get out and take that bloody sprout with you!""nefer was an Egyptian, and never is the word more apt than now" said the Horsewomen (in perfect unison) as they reeled around in the dirty city, trying to find a bookmakers. They left the city/village/hamlet place soon after this momentary distraction, as they were late for an appointment with a rich executive with a particularly bizarre horse related fetish. The end.............. Or it is........... 001206 ... Samhain Human Pony Girl 001206 what's it to you? who go blather from