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Daily Drivel - Poodate: 8871 +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ The Daily Drivel is being updated! Yes, that's right. We know you've been enjoying the Daily Drivel for a long time, but you have to admit it is rather in need of a lick of paint. That's why we have produced a brand spanking new and thoroughly enthralling publication called Stuff Today. Loyal readers of the Daily Drivel may have noticed that they have already been receiving the new exciting and wholly amazing Stuff Today. However, because Stuff Today is sent from your new (and equally astonishingly brilliant) website pooclub.com it might have ended up in your spam folder because your email client doesn't yet know how fabulous pooclub.com is. So, we are advising you to make sure that you can receive email from stuff@pooclub.com because some day pretty soon Daily Drivel is going to end. I know it sounds bad but sometimes you've got to move with the times, embrace the new, and bid a stoic farewell to the old, no matter how cherished it is. I'm sure you'll agree that this move is for the best and you'll enjoy Stuff Today even more than you have the Daily Drivel. +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ NEWS +++ Saturday 09 November 2024 ------------------------- The Meaning Of Liff ------------------- ULLAPOOL (n.) The spittle which builds up on the floor of the Royal Opera House. Poem Of The Day --------------- The Insect Ball (Kate) The antelope came scuttling Over Termite's Lair, With a jar of daddy long legs' In his auburn curly hair. The moon it was a-glowing, The rain began to fall, The termites they were dancing For it was the Insect Ball. One by one, on spidery legs, The daddies jumped their jar, And went to join the termites In the long queue at the bar. The earwigs were in yellow, The centipedes in green. The antelope just turned his head To pretend he hadn't seen. The clock then struck eleven, A song began to play. The insects chose their partners, And they danced the night away. Links ----- For quick links to important pooclub pages, bookmark this: http://pooclub.shite.org/map Help write the Daily Drivel! Plonk your drivel here: http://pooclub.shite.org/drivel The Shit At The End ------------------- If you’ve received this email it’s either because the ‘Daily Drivel’ box in your poopages account has been selected or because you've been foolish enough to wander into the pooclub forum. If you don’t want this bollocks anymore you can deselect it by editing your poopages account here: http://pooclub.shite.org/account or change your mailing options in the forum here: http://groups.google.com/group/pooclub or you can email us and we’ll sort it out for you. (Please quote your user id) pooclub@shite.org pooclub adminThu 03 Apr 2025