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Originally Posted by montsnmags
Sure, now if you can just pass my cab-valet-monkey your coat...and your shirt, pants, wallet, shoes and that little bang-bang you're pointing out me that would fit inside the primed Higgs Bosonic Mass Displacement Rifle currently saying "G'day" to you from under my seat, I'll have them all cleaned, pressed and polished and refashioned into something more "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" and back to you toot-sweet in time for your marvellous and loudly announced entry at our party-destination, the ever-magnificent Chateau Pompette. All part of the service, sir.
Right as rain and totally sane (I've got a certificate of pshrynk to prove it, see? What? Crayon does not invalidate the content!). Please feel free to help yourself to the cab-bar. I highly recommend the Zany Carter Patricia, if you're feeling adventurous, and you're not a dog (it's 112-proof chocolate).
Cheers,
Marc
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Told you, RWood. Another fine mess you've gotten me into! Aw carp, give me the Zany Carter............with TWO marachino cherries, please.