all mixed up

> > - Now....
> > Don't delete this just because it looks weird. Believe it or not,
> > you can read it.
> >
> > I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was
> > rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to
> > rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in what oredr
> > the ltteers in a word are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is that the
> > firstand last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
> > mses and you can still raed it wouthit a porbelm. This is bcuseae
> > the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the word as
> > a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

turely amzanig for srue,ntoice it deos not wrok wtih nmubres!

Try drinking 12 full strength beers I doing it. So much for the awesome power of the human mind... :roll:

yeah i just finished a planning report 14 pages long it looks just like that... dunno why others cant understand it.

Azza.

Avha ouya evera okenspa igpa atinla? It'sa eallyra uiteqa implsa. Ouya ustja aketa etha irstfa etterla romfa etha ordwa, anda utpa ita ona etha enda ithwa ana a
Translation:
Have you ever spoken pig latin? Its really quite simple. You just take the first letter from the word, and put it on the end with an a
Pollo

olloPa, what happened to the end of your translation i.e etha, anda, ita, enda, ana ? i thought you said it was quite simple!

Oh well. It's easier to speak. Been over 30 years though since I joked around with it .
Pollo

Ah, or you can allways get a good laugh out of speaking 'frack tha bunt' language, like the yarn of Rindacella and her suggly isters, and the prandsome hince that won Rindacella's hart after she slopped her dripper, i believe the suggly isters were called mary hinge and betty swallocks (reckon Taffy told me those ones).

Azza.

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.






Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fatty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but
the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.



Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.



The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked
on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in.. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let
off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.

When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and
a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!