How tall are dwellars? - Page 6

Sundae · 01-16-2013, 01:31 PM

You look cross there Tril.
Or are you just missing it?

Too Much Information Below.
You have been warned.

I had a long flirtation and a lovely snog with someone in my office. I've never judged a man by his penis before, but this one was like a pencil. I felt ham-fisted giving him a hand shandy. I broke up with him just after Christmas. I knew I would, so I bought him an extravagent present. The really awful thing was he took me to meet his family on Boxing Day - aaaaargh.

But in my defence the man who I had the best foreplay with (it wasn't one-sided!) had the shortest dick. Poor chap. He was simply born with it, it's not something you can work on. And the man had the tongue of an angel.

Big Sarge · 01-16-2013, 01:41 PM

geez, I wish I had never brought this up

Sundae · 01-16-2013, 01:43 PM

You love it.

Trilby · 01-16-2013, 01:50 PM

sundae----I'm contemplating my lost youth and how a girl couldn't really appreciate a curved 7&1/2 incher when she was 21 but how NOW I can appreciate it, my joints hurt too much to have sex.

did I tell you guys chemo is mustard gas? yeah, I learned that from the IQ book you sent me, Cherry. MUSTARD GAS. My handwriting has never recovered and neither have other parts of me.

Trilby · 01-16-2013, 01:52 PM

(sorry, ortho---but like you said, you're not getting the Red Devil that I got so you'll be okay)

orthodoc · 01-16-2013, 03:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Trilby

(sorry, ortho---but like you said, you're not getting the Red Devil that I got so you'll be okay)

Yeah, but cyclophosphamide is still mustard gas. And Taxotere is from yew. Pulmonary fibrosis, cardiotoxicity, future malignancies. And I'm going to lose my fingernails, I think. Hooray.

Oh, sorry, this is a happy thread. Disregard the above.

footfootfoot · 01-16-2013, 04:15 PM

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Originally Posted by orthodoc

And I'm going to lose my fingernails, I think.

Whatever you do, don't talk. Don't let them know they've broken you, and don't go over to their side.

orthodoc · 01-16-2013, 05:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by footfootfoot

Whatever you do, don't talk. Don't let them know they've broken you, and don't go over to their side.

No, I'll die another day.

Crimson Ghost · 01-17-2013, 01:08 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by footfootfoot

Whatever you do, don't talk. Don't let them know they've broken you, and don't go over to their side.

And remember your SERE training.

footfootfoot · 01-17-2013, 11:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Crimson Ghost

And remember your SERE training.

BigV · 01-17-2013, 01:28 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by footfootfoot

Whatever you do, don't talk. Don't let them know they've broken you, and don't go over to their side.

Wtf.

I've read this a few times. NOW I see that your quote does not include the word "up" between "broken" and "you".

This epiphany changes the tone of your remark completely.

Sundae · 01-16-2013, 02:01 PM

Just to correct Bri.
Yes, it's in public, but Brits at least will appreciate it.
I sent her a QI book.

Flicking through it before I sent, every entry came into my ear as Stephen Fry.
Or occasionally Phill Jupitus (did you know his step-father was Lithuavian and was given that surname in 1917 at immigration?)

Never Alan Davies though.

Trilby · 01-16-2013, 02:17 PM

what's in public that Brits will appreciate? be clear, woman!

and, oh, sorry; a QI book. Still----it's mustard gas.

and Stephen Fry---that cheers me up already. I want to live with him. Do you suppose we could get him as a fourth? (Dani being the third, natch)

Sundae · 01-16-2013, 02:21 PM

I meant that I was correcting you in public. Something I only tend to do in PMs these days so as not to offend.

Yeah I want to live with Mr Fry too.
I think Dani would go for someone spikier though (not sure this is a real word, it comes from spiky)

When my Euromillions reward comes in, I'll make it clear that M Fry always has a room at my place. He'll drop by from time to time, don't you worry.

Trilby · 01-16-2013, 03:48 PM

Plath has the perfect poem for the poisonous Yew:

The Moon and the Yew Tree

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky --
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

she get's it pretty good, doesn't she? I tried not to take the Yew personally but jaysus Taxotere is rough. and cardiotoxicity: got it. Yay me!

It's like my sister said when I was taking chemo---they're trying to just barely kill you; just kill you a little.

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01-16-2013, 01:31 PM	#1
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	You look cross there Tril. Or are you just missing it? Too Much Information Below. You have been warned. I had a long flirtation and a lovely snog with someone in my office. I've never judged a man by his penis before, but this one was like a pencil. I felt ham-fisted giving him a hand shandy. I broke up with him just after Christmas. I knew I would, so I bought him an extravagent present. The really awful thing was he took me to meet his family on Boxing Day - aaaaargh. But in my defence the man who I had the best foreplay with (it wasn't one-sided!) had the shortest dick. Poor chap. He was simply born with it, it's not something you can work on. And the man had the tongue of an angel. __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac

01-16-2013, 01:41 PM	#2
Big Sarge Werepandas - lurking in your shadows Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: In the Deep South Posts: 3,408	geez, I wish I had never brought this up __________________ Give a man a match, & he'll be warm for 20 seconds. But toss that man a white phosphorus grenade and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.

01-16-2013, 01:43 PM	#3
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	You love it. __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac

01-16-2013, 01:50 PM	#4
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	sundae----I'm contemplating my lost youth and how a girl couldn't really appreciate a curved 7&1/2 incher when she was 21 but how NOW I can appreciate it, my joints hurt too much to have sex. did I tell you guys chemo is mustard gas? yeah, I learned that from the IQ book you sent me, Cherry. MUSTARD GAS. My handwriting has never recovered and neither have other parts of me. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

01-16-2013, 01:52 PM	#5
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	(sorry, ortho---but like you said, you're not getting the Red Devil that I got so you'll be okay) __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

01-16-2013, 02:01 PM	#12
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	Just to correct Bri. Yes, it's in public, but Brits at least will appreciate it. I sent her a QI book. Flicking through it before I sent, every entry came into my ear as Stephen Fry. Or occasionally Phill Jupitus (did you know his step-father was Lithuavian and was given that surname in 1917 at immigration?) Never Alan Davies though. __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac

01-16-2013, 02:17 PM	#13
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	what's in public that Brits will appreciate? be clear, woman! and, oh, sorry; a QI book. Still----it's mustard gas. and Stephen Fry---that cheers me up already. I want to live with him. Do you suppose we could get him as a fourth? (Dani being the third, natch) __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

01-16-2013, 02:21 PM	#14
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	I meant that I was correcting you in public. Something I only tend to do in PMs these days so as not to offend. Yeah I want to live with Mr Fry too. I think Dani would go for someone spikier though (not sure this is a real word, it comes from spiky) When my Euromillions reward comes in, I'll make it clear that M Fry always has a room at my place. He'll drop by from time to time, don't you worry. __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac

01-16-2013, 03:48 PM	#15
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	Plath has the perfect poem for the poisonous Yew: The Moon and the Yew Tree This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place. Separated from my house by a row of headstones. I simply cannot see where there is to get to. The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here. Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky -- Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection At the end, they soberly bong out their names. The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape. The eyes lift after it and find the moon. The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness - The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars Inside the church, the saints will all be blue, Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence. she get's it pretty good, doesn't she? I tried not to take the Yew personally but jaysus Taxotere is rough. and cardiotoxicity: got it. Yay me! It's like my sister said when I was taking chemo---they're trying to just barely kill you; just kill you a little. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

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