Unutterably Silly So what are you NOT doing RIGHT NOW?

[ravenne]

Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

Zany Carter Patricia please

I´m soooo glad, you´ll join me and I won´t be alone on my first time

Originally Posted by montsnmags

... pointing to the strawberry waves running up the sugar-beach.
....

Cheers,
The Barman

STRAWBERRY WAVES RUNNING UP THE SUGAR-BEACH???!!! I doubt, I´d want to come back from that! So maybe some Zany Carter One Way would perfectly do for me

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

thus the old sayings, "it ain't over till the wolpertinger yodels (but when that happens you better head for the hills)" and "it's all fun and games until the wolpertingel starts yodeling."

Exactly. And, of course, there´s the very famous song line "Don´t you monkey with the Wolpertinger".

[ShortNCuddlyAm]

Originally Posted by ravenne

I´m soooo glad, you´ll join me and I won´t be alone on my first time

You'll enjoy it, honest! It has chocolate in it

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

You'll enjoy it, honest! It has chocolate in it

or, at the very least, it's sure to be unforgettable. well, except for the habitual amnesia, of course. but that usually mostly wears off after a few days.

[Slite]

Originally Posted by ravenne

O, I wasn´t saying there weren´t hallucinations. After a certain amount of Maß usually some trumpet-blowing Wolpertingers show up (note: a Wolpertinger is not a squirrel, but may be distantly related, for more information on Wolpertingers see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolpertinger), noshing brezels with cotton candy and radish and offering cigars. At that time you should definitely leave and head for the Wine tent, because another Maß would make the Wolpertingers yodel - and yodelling Wolpertingers, well, would give you a hard time.

Ah, one of those... yeah, we have one here in Sweden as well: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skvader

[ravenne]

Originally Posted by Slite

Ah, one of those... yeah, we have one here in Sweden as well: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skvader

A real cutie, that Skvader. Ever seen one?

[Slite]

Originally Posted by ravenne

A real cutie, that Skvader. Ever seen one?

Yeah, I've seen THE Skvader, since wifey is from Sundsvall where they have the original, we went to look at it once when we were up there visiting with relatives

[pshrynk]

Originally Posted by montsnmags

Yes, but the grass is generally a little bit more turquoise.



Have you been drinking?



I woke up on the eleventy-fiftieth of the month of Jarch to a beautiful, clear zorange sky. The thick turquoise grass cushioned the seventh-to-twelfth of my eighteen buttocks like a row of botanical egg-cups. To my left, pshrynk snored Tchai-tea-v-sky's 3141 Overture loudly, lavender bubbles shaped into llamas bursting lightly from his nostrils and drifting into my left ear to burst like canonfire at appropriate moments. He was still cuddled up against that feminine-shaped piece of driftwood we found up in the dunes, cooing lovesongs to it in his sleep (Got wood? He sure did). To my right was Adrian, investigating to depths of one of his ears with a painted nail and looking intently down at me. "OO!", he said, in a manner that seemed to suggest "I am not going to wait around here all afterbrunch when there are perfectly good windows rollicking in the waves that I can interfenestrate" and it seemed like a perfectly reasonable comment so I sat up and realised my view hadn't changed so I reattached my head with the staple gun Adrian was holding out for me. "OO-OOOO!" he said, pointing to the strawberry waves running up the sugar-beach. He was right - those windows playing in the surf weren't going to be so open to interfenestration for long. I stood up, and seven squirrels fell from my sequinned kilt, looked up at me, said, "Giggle", and ran for the waves.

Who was I to argue? My buttocks detached from the grass with popping sounds like Popcorn (the musical number, not the food), and I followed, gallampering calluminatively towards the shore break, googlies teased by the kumquat zest on the sea breeze like an ice wind across a plate of meat-and-potatoes.

'Twas going to be a fine day. I'd wake pshrynk up in a few minutes, and we'd try figure out when we were and how many drinks we'd need to consume to pass through the other side of the hungunder into last week so we could catch up with yesterday and find out which gutter to pour ourselves into in front of a streetsweeper that could re-outside-in our cerebellums with its whirling dervish brushes (that reminds me, I must call that whirling dervish back - I think I wrote his number down on buttock number thrwo).

In the meantime, some windows needed some lovin'. Adrian, me and the squirrels dived into the waves...

Cheers,
The Barman

When this is being written I'm on a plane going to the Caribbean, so I'll have to catch up with you next yesterday and we can make the calculations on the dosage. I think I've got the new quantum calculus just about perfected, so there should be minimal error. Of course, by minimal, I actually mean "Within a century or two."

[happy_terd]

I am not naked anymore.

[kindlekitten]

well done!

[pshrynk]

I'm not necromanticizing a thread.




















Damn!

[happy_terd]

I am no longer dancing by the window.

[GraceKrispy]

I am NOT cleaning. I think my husband should have to clean for his own fatherʻs visit! I donʻt want to! *grumpy whiney voice*

[beppe]

I am not sleeping any more. Will it be nice here also?

[SneakySnake]

Originally Posted by happy_terd

I am not naked anymore.

Nice bump!

I am not working again!

[GeoffC]

wow !


Am i not glad i'm not the one that keeps reviving these good old threads ....