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Originally Posted by DanaC
Fuck,fuckety fuck-fuck-fuck.
I can't find my li'l camera. My shiny, new super-duper, dslr camera doesn't record sound.
I have searched the whole house (admittedly that doesn't take long) and it's nowhere. I can sort of half see it in my mind's eye. Somewhere unusual. But can't for the life of me recall where I saw it.
Bloody annoying.
I wanted to record myself saying the same words Sundae said. Bad enough you all think we sound like the queen, now you think we're all sex kittens. Well, I for one intend to disabuse you of that notion. Enough of this purring like a soft, southern puss. I'll be growling the words like a stout northern dog.
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There was the story of a young Irish vicar riding his bicycle down the path between towns where he would meet an elderly priest from another parish, and they would discuss matters daily, until one day the old priest noticed the vicar walking instead of riding and asked him "What happened to your bicycle?"
The vicar explained that the bike was stolen.
"Well, then", the old priest said, "Next Sunday, do a sermon about the ten commandments and preach heavily on THOU SHALL NOT STEAL. Then you will surely get your bike back". The vicar agreed and went off.
The next week, The two met again and this time the vicar was again riding his bicycle. "See what I meant!" the Old Priest said. "The power of the Word. The Ten Commandments, and Thou Shall not steal!"
The vicar responded, "Well, not exactly, Father. I was preaching about the Ten Commandments, and I was all ready to preach heavy on 'Thou Shall Not Steal', but when I got to 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery, all of a sudden I remembered where me bike was!"
@ Dana, what makes you think you aren't sexiest when you growl like a mad, stout, northern dog?