They are friends in a siamese way and the back bone of the ongoing story from which they have derived their names Ong (o) Ing. So Ong & Ing is the guys that monitor the story while we who writes it have our minds elsewhere. My mind goes out to the heroes of the Telemark that foiled Hitler's plan to build a very big bad bomb.

off topic: I have an uncle that was involved with similar operations. He is considered as Norway's 007. Gunnar Sønsteby is his name.

off topic. An uncle to me is the brother of either of my parents. My parents was born in 1939. I guess you're using the uncle term in its wider meaning. In this world is places that hasn't yet seen the sun of february 11, 2007. Somewhere it's still saturday the 10th. Somewhere it's already monday the 12th. Oh, what a queer world this is...

How did you know? Ok, this uncle is the husband of my father's sister, or...... don't really remember.

Just thought that it had to be a very old uncle. At least 78+ y.o. or older. From looking at my memory of the picture of yourself that you posted on the thread for such matters I would put your age at 16. That means that your folks could very well be my age (42 in june this year), or something like that. My maternal grandmother married a norwegian fella in the late 1940ies; Bjarne, was his name. My my, is this off topic or not???

Off topic:

What did Ing and Ong say when my avatar asked -who is Ing and Ong?

Have to ask them, hold on... what? what's that? oh, wrong number, sorry, I try again, Ing? is this Ing? huh, oh, what? Ong? no... Out skiing, so, whazzup? I only got 3 bears, no, low alcohol only,...

They're out somewhere, drunk of course, making life miserable for the NTs they encounter. Clueless as to Mergatroyd's whereabouts. Don't remember right now whomever began to tell us her story, Mergatroyd's story that is. It was either Pakrat or tenaciouscj. They did however know something about The Great Compost Rat, cheese or not cheese, is as it happens, in their tow...

someone choose the ending to the word


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Or the other option is.

And then it suddenly happened......

I admit to having skipped over chapter seven. Jay Gatsby, my own stoic uncle, to use the term ironically, once ing, once ong, the unchosen gumdrop. Shoes with a zipper pocket he wore, posthumous, anachronistic, red. Return at once to the camel room!

... and it's time for the casual observer to step in and say something brilliant.
-... eh?
-Always a joker. We've heard that one before...
-eh, chess?
-Applauds, applauds...
... and it's time for the casual observer to step out and hurry to the next ecstatic performance.

And so they all hopped into the nearest spaceship and blasted off for their next adventure in hyperspace. Cliches anyone?

as in Björn. Or that lunatic that has taken office in the Swedish Government just recently...

... with his plot to take over our world from a Scandanavian outpost, where he would set up a transmission device to summon his exiled troops from the Planet...

Rothko. Only two weeks later, in a perpendicular universe, a devious chicken was hatched.

Its Name: Mogfelat! And the perpendicular universe was nothing but a mere figment of imagination and as strong and withstanding as an eggshell can be when attacked by sun light for an inordinate amount of time (that time we never have when we need it the most), but then... something... fell up into the sky and its name was Mogfelat; the chicken from L