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Brilliant my lady!
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Working a day job. :( What a terrible waste of talent.
Forsooth M'Lady, if I offer my honor, will you honor my offer? For should your fancy be tickled by such thought.. ....then I humbly propose to honor, offer, honor, offer, honer, offer, till the cock crows hoarse. :notworthy |
I think part of what is great about SG's tales here is that she's found enough Cellar subtext to actually make an enjoyable pair of stories.
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Awesome. *applauds heartily* You totally rock.
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Was the pigeon remotely controlled by the Chinese? And was it tasty?
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btw...I sent these stories to my brother. He replied, " She's got you pegged". I'm not sure if I'm insulted or not? |
Nice one - sorry, nice TWO, Sundae - and absolutely nothing lukewarm about the reception you've deservedly received - both went down well with my warm watered down beer. Encore...encore...
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I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I had to look up "codpiece."
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In Jesus time they did.
The codpiece came about with pants, and served as the fly. The last guy I saw wear one was Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull), but I thought it was for balance while standing on one foot, playing the flute for 15 minutes at a time. :whofart: |
Bouree, with the stage lights all shining down on him in a triangular shape. Awesome. The performance not the codpiece.
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