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 said. Now, say I have a painting on the wall of my hairdressing shop, and I have four girls working for me. And do you, I asked? No, he said, I don't cut hair. O.K. And this painting, the sludge pool, has sold for $500,000.00. Not a very nice name for a painting, I said. No, but there is nobody in it yet. And there will be, I asked? The next version has a woman covered with duck weed in it. Sounds a bit slimy, I said. Anyway, he went on, the existing price is $100,000, and it is owned by my cousin. The new owner wants it, and has paid. OK, I said. The hairdresser need 10 girls who each receive $500, that $5,000. Yes, I said, and then she "hands it over" to the new owner, who also has 10 girls working for her. But not literally I asked? No, not literally. Do hairdressers, "work". No I don't suppose they do really. I said. So every new owner gets $5,000 when it is sold, and sometimes she may get $1,000, but all the names are written down. Hmm, I said. Ten owners, or groups and the price has risen by $50,000. It sounds like free money, I said. Nothing in life is free, he said. Cutting hair is unrewarding work if you ask me. And somebody did, I chipped in? He just looked at me. Anyway, he went on again, now the picture is worth $500,000, and how many towns and salons has it passed through? I don't know, I said. Thought so, he said. What happens to the painting now? It leaves the country, I asked? Possibly he said, you're funny. Thank you I said. Don't mention it, he said. Eventually the painting has done the rounds, and everybody who owned it has made $500. That's nice, I said. And it goes to the new owner whose name will be in the magazine. It could be Mobil Oil. And is it, I asked? Who knows, he said. Not me, I added. Me either, he replied. Then the owner pays the main salon owners, who then pay out to the previous owners. Sounds, easy, I said.

 Re: Has Melanie Oudin fallen lower than anyone else currently playing?

$uricate She'll be reduced to playing in Mexico, staying in a brothel and eating meat seasoned with steroids

miffedmax You just described my dream weekend.

StephenUK  According to Boiled Egg's calculations, she will drop to 208 next week, two spots above Garbage Mug!!!

he said, I do know of a Renoir, a copy of the Luncheon of the Boating Party, one of two, which is in the Phillips collection in New York, which could be up for auction. And I also know of a painting, probably somewhere in Serbiia, entitled Gladiolas, which could be for sale for a million Euros. And you painted them, I asked? The original one, he said, of the gladiolae, he corrected me. It was sent to the boss of Dragon Speech Recognition is Belgrade. She told me she was preparing carefully for her exams, for a junior position in a tax office, so she could earn enough to feed her two children. She told me she passed three, and failed on one. What she didn't tell me was that her boss wanted herto sleep with him twice, even though she was married, otherwise she wouldn't get the job. Rather than see her children stare, she took the job, even though I offered to send her money, and she didn't tell me that her boss gave her tickets to London on two occasions, to meet with a client. They also expected her to have sex with them, but she told them that she is not that sort of woman. Why then, did you agree to travel to London on two occasions, they wanted to know. And why did she, I asked? This was way back in 2006, I said, and my trust refused to let me have my money. I took the matter to the government, but they refused to listen to me even though I spoke to a judge in court about it twice, and documented all my concerns about it. Did she tell you this, I asked? No, it was simply a guess, he said. She only told me about her exam results, and I put two and two together. So you are making this up about her, I asked? She is not a threat to you, he said. You sound a bit delusional, I said.

Just because I believe in a God, who is a stranger to you, he said, doesn't mean that I'm necessarily wrong. You would be surprised exactly the amount of detail a clairvoyant can find out about an alleged crime, even down to the name, age and complete  history of a dead person, from a photograph, without even looking at it. And you believe this, I asked? How can I talk to someone using my mind, if I am not  properly trained, he asked? We learned that in Shaolin martial arts training school. How do I tune out all the unwanted noise, except by meditation? I don't know, I said.  You have delusions of grandeur, don't you? And you don't, he asked? You believe you are a world class professional tennis player. That's what I am, I said.

You don't have to worry about it, he said. I know the name of the man who was working with her boss, John Foster, but he denies sleeping with her. He's married with children, and denies being able to travel to Serbia. He used to be Pope John Paul II in a previous life. And that is why I put her in charge of Dragon Systems in Serbia. I see, I said. You know, I said, I think you are completely insane, you know. Well that is obvious, he said, you only have to call me nuts once, for me to get that message.