And also for that strange little thing they used to put on the back of shirts, below the collar at about the shoulder line. WTF were those *for*, anyway?

So far I have met: Sycamore and Mrs. Sycamore, Classicman, BrianR and Mrs. BrianR, and Richlevy.

I have had the pleasure of dining with Blue and Mr. & Mrs. Sycamore. I also visited with richlevy. I have spoken with Merc, Shaw, and SG. Oh, and I bought a car from Jim.

Ah...the "fagtag"...yeah, totally inappropriate now. But I was in high school then and didn't really think much about it.

Ah...okay then! Yeah, that totally works for me. Though I am indeed gay...because I'm colorful and cheerful. :)

I've just spoken to the lovely SG on the phonio. We discussed all manner of "lovely" things. It was really great to speak to her. Now you're all jealous! Haha. and rightly so!

We called them "fairy hooks." I don't know why either.

I do know that my best friend's older sister had chain of them pinned to her bulletin board that she'd pulled off guys' shirts. I don't know why she did that.

Sadly, it's too late for Forks. The Cellarites were disinvited a few years ago. I would like to believe that it was in fact based on behavior on our part so atrocious that we managed to offend Pagan nudists, but from what I can gather Forks itself went into decline.

There are those who say Rome fell to the barbarians and those who say that Rome was already falling and the barbarians were just another indicator. Our two seasons at forks were it's last. You can draw your own conclusions.:rolleyes:

Great party, great people.

Onyx, if you ever come up this way I will throw a BBQ in your honor. Unfortunately, no drunken Bacchanal can be held until after Mrs. Levy's term as homeowner assocation president comes to a close.;)

Ouch, Rich! Forks was always on my Need To Do list :(
In moments of hope it was Plan To Save For, in moments of less hope is was at least on When My Ship Comes In... Still, I can keep it on the EuroMillions Draw List. I can afford to buy everyone tickets then. Just a shame it's a less reasonable goal.

Anyway, I came here to celebrate talking to the Limes, only to find she beat me to it. I had the TV on VERY loud when she called, and didn't hear who she was asking for. When I turned it down I was relieved she was asking for me. Limey sounds VERY official. And very, very English. She asked whether I thought she would sound Scottish and I think I said, "Yes... no..., yes... I mean..." I don't think I was at my best in this conversation (the clocks went back this morning, I've been confused all day!)

Needless to say, even though Limey has a cut glass accent, she is personable, sympathetic and really quite jolly. And has some dirty (literally) stories which were only hinted at in our chat.

Limey - thanks. All I can add is that Grandad was tucking into the sarnie by the time I'd finished giving the toilet the once-over. I think he might even have looked shame-faced... I couldn't tell, his face was full of eggy goodness (only adding this because this is the man who said he couldn't possibly manage a sandwich when I mentioned it at lunchtime)

And yes - I have washed, washed, washed my hands. Promise x

Always ALWAYS happy to talk dirty (:turd:) with you, dear SG!
Glad to hear Grandad has regained his appetite :thumb:!

What are the dirty stories?

What is a sarnie?

Why are you giving the toilet a once-over at granddads?

Why does Limey sound like a Kensington Jeweller when she lives on an island in Scotland???

Inquiring minds want to know.

Poop related

A sandwich

Poop related

SG got the right answer on this one - she said rather archly "I do read!". I have posted here that I am English though I live in Scotland. Conceived in Cornwall, born and brought up in London, if you must know!

So there!