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Originally Posted by GeoffC
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Now, who's for a waltz before the Jazz session starts !>?
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[A roar as of the earth shifting its bones ramps up from the ground and feet and up past all the most sensitive viscera and into the now vibrating eyeballs of everyone in the room, until it is a whining scream visibly causing all glasses to shake like junket. Heads turn toward the epicenter, a Higgs Bosonic Master Blaster Ultracanon perches on Marc's shoulder, straining its angry bulk away from the restraint harness, nested tentacles of muzzle-glow swarming and snarling, laser sights buzzing, forehead of every guest being gently warmed by a crosshaired totem of deadly promise. Adrian swings from the chandelier, backpack full of rotten bananas...rotten bananas if you're lucky. Turning to GeoffC...]
Did someone promise
[swallowing back bile]...jazz? Who promised
[spits...meatily]...jazz.
THERE WILL BE NO...JAZZ!
Are we clear, people?
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Originally Posted by FlorenceArt
Em... can I bring my iced tea? I'm still recovering from Wednesday's apéro with Zelda, Alfy and Eowyn  |
Sure, ZCD mixes with anything.
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Originally Posted by GeoffC
When's lunch ?
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It's possibly Friday. The question may be, "Who's lunch?". I'll check with the kitchens.
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Originally Posted by pshrynk
If I said you had a nice body would someone hold it against me?
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Again, I'll check with the kitchens.
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Originally Posted by pshrynk
ANNOUNCER: in international news, it was revealed, er, a week ago next Tuesday, why the international response to Pakistan. Some guy in Australia files this report.
SGIA: The Prime Minister has declared Noosa Heads a disaster area, stating, "Dammit!"
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We are a few hours from (compulsory) voting in our Federal election. We will then be in a Schroedinger's Prime Minister situation. This...may be your opportunity, pshrynk. We have the...means. You never specified where your Presidency would be. Shall we bring the Republic of Oz...with extreme prejudice? The armory is stocked. The PNS have starved their blood lust long. Is now the time of Revolution, when we clear the bland and...inoffensive? The...normal? Let our first example of our fortitude be Will Ferrell's head on a pike (or any kind of fish)? Is our victorious domination of this new, glorious antipodean empire well and truly...nigh?
Or shall we just have another drink, and turn the sound system up to eleventy again?
Oh, look! Horsey doovers! Yum.
Cheers,
Marc