Silliness Convenient Lies - Page 18

mvisconte · 04-05-2010, 11:34 PM

As I turned to go, WD(E) said "Hey, bud, what's your name? What can I call you?"

Our over-grown guested -- er, HOST, looked at me and said "I know your trick, boy! I seen it before. A man done give a show where he made his SOCK talk. You movin' your lips, I can tell!"

I was now a good 20 feet from WD(E) and I raised my eyebrows and pouted like a 6-year-old getting caught in a lie. "No! He can talk! WD! Say something!"

You could hear crickets that weren't there a second ago. Crickets. Always enjoy a good comedy scene. WD looked at me and wagged his tail. He grinned, and cocked his head to the right, let his tongue loll out, panting. WD looked back to our friend and wagged again and -- barked. A happy, playful bark. Whatever else you say about WD, he's the master of comic relief.

"I guess you're right, " I said to the man-mountain, "You got me. Anyway, he's viscious -- just look at him. I'm going to bed. You two play nice now. Don't make me send those mean ol' wimmin down here to kick your butt." I chuckled and returned to the craft. The situation was in good hands.

The giant shook his head and looked at WD(E) and spit on the ground. He said "I'm gwin up t' the house, an' I'm comin' back, and when I do, ain't NOBODY gwin be happy!" He turned about and

"This sock's name... wasn't Lefty, by any chance, was it?"

The shaggy brute stopped and stood his full height. His eyes grew round and he slowly turned back to WD.

WD repeated his playful high-pitched bark, and scratched himself. He noticed his tail -- still wagging -- out of the corner of his eye and started chasing it.

The Thing looke right and left in the darkness, then spun and looked behind himself, then spun back to WD. "Whut? Whut did you say?"

WD cocked his head to the left this time. Panting, he looked up-up-up into the bearded face as if concentrating on everything the (supposed) man had to say. He barked again, and sat down, still concentrating.

"Dagnabit! I'm gettin' real pur-turbed here-now!" The giant drew back his leg to kick WD and

"What's your name? I mean, I just like to know who's leg I'm biting off. We just don't take the time for the little pleasantries that make this life bearable."

It stopped in mid-kick, standing on one leg.

"And, just to be fair, I'm a meatatarian."

"Whut?"

"I eat meat. I prefer a steak, cooked to a 'T', rare of course, slathered with sauted onions -- but I'll make due with a leg, if I have to. It's always rare then. I wonder what a cooked leg would be like. I'll have to ask Cookie if he'd fix your leg."

"You AIN'T EATING MAH LEG! THIS IS JUST A TRICK!"

"Of course... of course. Yes. A trick. Dogs can't eat onions, they're poisonous in quantity. And, Cookie, er Geoff, wouldn't cook your leg. I think it would give him Kafka dreams. I'm not much of a biter, really... I prefer to reason. But, don't be fooled, I've bitten my share of fingers, snapped at legs, chomped on a couple of mailmen... oh, and licked the faces of pretty girls. You know those wimmi-- women you're so afraid of? I did them. um, I licked their faces, I mean. Let's not get too risque here. I liked it, too. The woman dressed in leather? She smells GOO-OOD! Maybe it's the leather, I don't know."

The over-all-dressed mass of flesh looked both angry and scared. Panicked would be a good word. He cast left and right, squinting into the darkness. "I KNOW YOU OUT THERE!"

A voice from the craft 30 yards away yelled back, faintly, "SHUT UP! We're TRYING to SLEEP!". And the lights went out.

Now, totally in the dark, the man's breathing quickened -- ragged, heaving breaths. "You ain't REAL, are you?"

The voice came from right beside him, down around his knees. "Now, calm down. I haven't bitten anybody in a while. And I haven't torn anyone to bits since... when was it. It's been a long time. I've mostly lost my taste for flesh (sotto voce -- and your face's not the prettyist thing around). You've nothing to worry about. Unless you... irritate me. So. Sit on down, neighbor! Let's have a chaw and chew the fat!"

The man shreaked and moved a step backwards and promptly tripped and fell with a hard thud. The obstacle pulled itself from behind the man's knees and shook himself. "You're not very light on my feet. Anyway, let's you and I rest here a bit. Oh, the 'Chaw' and 'Chew the fat'... that's how you-all talk down here, right? I don't really 'chaw' -- dogs shouldn't have chewing tobacco, but if you're got a fine $5 ceegar, I'll indulge just this once. And 'chew the fat'... that just means we talk, right? I'd hate to chew the fat of a man I haven't been introduced to before killing him."

The man whimpered and hugged himself. "Oh Lordy! Demon dog! Demon dog! Demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-d--" He kept repeating, faster and faster, his voice rising to a high, whimpering pitch.

Wetdogeared · 04-06-2010, 12:17 AM

Sounds like a part I can get my teeth into, literally.

I've never been referred to as a demon-dog (X12+) before but I guess it'll be okay. I have fond memories of finding DevilDogs, packed by my mom, in my school lunch bag, and who can hate something who's mascot is a talking duck.

(BGDeb, have we been formally introduced?

)

FlorenceArt · 04-06-2010, 08:20 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Wetdogeared

(BGDeb, have we been formally introduced?

)

Does this mean you're planning on chewing her fat?

poohbear_nc · 04-06-2010, 09:34 AM

"No! He can talk! WD! Say something!"

Michigan J. WDE? [really a frog under that shaggy exterior?]

Wetdogeared · 04-06-2010, 10:11 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

...um, I licked their faces, I mean. Let's not get too risque here. I liked it, too. The woman dressed in leather? She smells GOO-OOD! Maybe it's the leather, I don't know."...

Quote:

Originally Posted by FlorenceArt

Does this mean you're planning on chewing her fat?

No, no, no, BGDeb is on our side! I was just admiring (the smell and look) of her leathers, amongst other things. Us dogs have our own leather we like to use to scare off those nasty thieve'n burglars and such. I couldn't hurt a fly, unless it was a bloodsucking mosquito trying to steal from me or one of those small but annoying house flies that insist on getting between me and the TV screen.

FlorenceArt, did I hear you right in that you want to volunteer to join me on the night shift in helping secure our prisoner and making sure everyone wakes up alive?

"What goes over a house?" "Roof!"

No frogs here.

FlorenceArt · 04-06-2010, 10:55 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Wetdogeared

FlorenceArt, did I hear you right in that you want to volunteer to join me on the night shift in helping secure our prisoner and making sure everyone wakes up alive?

Hey, I'm not even on your boat, what/wherever it is. I'm just a spectator, but you can count on my moral support

dsvick · 04-06-2010, 12:28 PM

Well after a quick check, everything seems to be ship shape on the ship, or rather dirigible shaped. There were some supply questions in the lounge but Pshrynk and I got them taken care of. It turns out vodka will remove a bacony after-taste from your mouth.

I did find a trail of green clothing in the hall leading to the crew's quarters, after following it to the end, I can safely say...
Shortncuddly looks good in leather
She looked even better out of... *cough*

She can also run faster than I thought
The swelling over my eye will go down eventually

ShortNCuddlyAm · 04-06-2010, 06:39 PM

Thanks for the wardrobe help, Deb - and thanks for teaching me how to punch better!

mvisconte · 04-07-2010, 12:01 AM

Class, I think we've all learned something important today. What did we learn, anyone?

DSVick - It's not nice to punch!
AM - It's not nice to hoist yourself up to peek in the transom of a lady's dressing room!
DSVick - It was an accident.
AM - For 40 MINUTES!?
DSVick - I said "I'm sorry".
AM - Only after I pummelled you for 40 minutes!

Me - OK, that will do. Anyone else?

DSVick - Bacon-flavored vodka sounds a lot better than it tastes.
Pshrynk - You're listening to your vodka? You're supposed to DRINK IT!
DSVick - Don't start with me. I've had a very trying night, and I'm feeling a little... fragile. Would someone -- er, would one of the FEMALE someones hold me?
KK, Deb, AM (in unison) - NO! (laughter follows)

Me - Anyone else?

WD(E) - I'm evidently a "demon-dog". Is that a promotion? Do I get a special insignia, or can I get a metal death's head, with flames coming out of it, and snakes in the eyes, and red rubies for teeth, 'cus, like, that's blood, and --

Me - No. You are NOT a demon dog, you only strike fear into the hearts of pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiners.

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - I have a name, you know.

Me - No, I didn't. We've asked you repeatedly, but you never said.

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - That-- that DEMON DOG asked me. Repeatedly. And he looked at me. And SLAVERED! And his eyes glow in the dark.

Me - I think we're getting off track. 1st, What IS your name, 2nd, How the Hell did you get in here! Weren't you being guarded. Outside?, and 3rd, so... DID you learn anything?

WD(E) - Uh, that's me. I brought him in.

Me - ?

WD(E) - Well, we were going to have this pow-wow, and I wanted in, and I couldn't very well LEAVE him out there, you know. He's... helpless.

Me - ?

DSVick - (sotto voce) He didn't seem so "helpless" when he dropped ME like a sack of potatoes...

Me - CLASS... WE'RE GETTING OFF TRACK! We're here to discuss--

KK - AM, did you know that you can wear black high heels with that, and the guys go STUPID.

Deb - There was a guy that hid away and watched me dressing once. HE went blind.

AM - Wow! You must be hella sexy!

Deb - No, I blinded him. Not permanently, you know... this is still pretty PG-13, but none-the-less. Blind. And deaf. 'Cuz I hit him in the ear.

DSVick, to WD(E) - I got off pretty easy, considering...

WD(E) - Do I smell bacon?

Pshrynk - Want a drink?

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - Um... if it's ok, I could just... be... going...

All - NO!

Me - I'm afraid that would be un-advisable... there might still be DEMON DOGS out there.

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - You're mocking me, aren't you?

KK - Do we really have to answer that?

Geoff - HEY! I haven't had a part in this so far!

Me - Well, where have YOU been. You were told about the meeting!

DSVick - Um, no, actually. He wasn't. I was, um, busy.

AM, to Deb -- Running for his LIFE!

DSVick - You wouldn't have caught me, I TRIPPED!

Deb, to AM - Over his tongue.

WD(E) - Oh, he's gonna get a lashing now!

KK - Don't go there. We only have time for so many puns and so much inuendo.

Me, to myself, not bothering with sotto voce, because nobody is paying attention to anything I say at this point anyway - Well, this has been a lost night. I think we're done here. If anyone wants me, I'll be in the lounge, drinking.

Pshrynk - This IS the lounge.

Me - So why isn't there a drink in front of me?

Pshrynk - Gotcha. Coming right up.

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - My name is--

Geoff - HEY! BEFORE ANY MORE REVEALS HAPPEN, I WANT SOME ATTENTION! I haven't had a good line all NIGHT!

All - ...

Geoff - Ok, I feel better now. Listen, I made some dessert. Molton Death by Dark Delux Chocolate. With chocolate jimmies on it.

Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - Sand?

Deb - No-no hon, he said DEssert, not des-ert.

Geoff -- Did he said sandwich?

Captain Ryker - THERE ARE THREE LIGHTS (sob)!!! NO! FIVE!

Me - You're not in the series. Please return.

Geoff - The blue one, next to the fish.

WD(E) - Do you have any threes?

Me - Good night, all.

(Audience applauds as courtain rings down)

Wetdogeared · 04-07-2010, 12:26 AM

Fish! I hate fish. It's cat food.

WD(E) Good night.

happy_terd · 04-07-2010, 12:34 AM

Good night WDE!!!

Don't let the bed bugs bite you in the butt.

dsvick · 04-07-2010, 08:56 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by happy_terd

Good night WDE!!!

Don't let the bed bugs bite you in the butt.

Or the women punch you in the head. OF course with the puppy dog eyes going I bet you don't get much of that.

happy_terd · 04-07-2010, 09:26 AM

He probably gets his butt pinched though.

dsvick · 04-07-2010, 10:36 AM

True, but he probably also gets to sleep on the bed with them. Ok, maybe it is only the foot of the bed, but still... some dogs have all the luck.

I tried to defend the ship from some strange alien creature (yes, I got my butt kicked) and all I get was a slip of the tongue from the shaggy DA over there with the new insignia patch and punched in the head by Am. It's not I said anything like "Hey baby looking mighty fine in that leather". Ok, fine, whistling at her might not have been the best idea, in fact I'd rank it right there as second worst idea of the night. But you'd have thought she would have appreciated my sincere method of letting her know that I thought she looked very nice.

You think it might have been because I broke what? That nice vase? Oh, well it might have been in the box...

No, I wasn't standing on the box, the chair was on the box.

I think maybe one of the chair legs poked through the box when I set the end table on it.

End table? Well the transom was pretty high, how else was I going to inspect it to make sure there were no cracks in it from the landing.

40 minutes?... it was a pretty big transom, I had to watch, errr study, ummm inspect it in some detail.

The passageway light was on behind me you say? ... Hey, shouldn't you be somewhere else.

Pshrynk! Is there any more of that vodka? Hell, I don't care, leave the bacon in it.

badgoodDeb · 04-07-2010, 03:25 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

KK - AM, did you know that you can wear black high heels with that, and the guys go STUPID.

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

Geoff - Ok, I feel better now. Listen, I made some dessert. Molton Death by Dark Delux Chocolate. With chocolate jimmies on it.

Yummmy!!!

I'm sitting at YOUR table tonight. Yummm!

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

(Audience applauds as courtain rings down)

Indeed!!

04-07-2010, 12:01 AM	#264
mvisconte pHilosopher kIng Posts: 208 Karma: 429751 Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: An imperfect world Device: Laptop, laptop, desktop, phone (HTC, HTC, Asus, Asus, LG rah!)	Class, I think we've all learned something important today. What did we learn, anyone? DSVick - It's not nice to punch! AM - It's not nice to hoist yourself up to peek in the transom of a lady's dressing room! DSVick - It was an accident. AM - For 40 MINUTES!? DSVick - I said "I'm sorry". AM - Only after I pummelled you for 40 minutes! Me - OK, that will do. Anyone else? DSVick - Bacon-flavored vodka sounds a lot better than it tastes. Pshrynk - You're listening to your vodka? You're supposed to DRINK IT! DSVick - Don't start with me. I've had a very trying night, and I'm feeling a little... fragile. Would someone -- er, would one of the FEMALE someones hold me? KK, Deb, AM (in unison) - NO! (laughter follows) Me - Anyone else? WD(E) - I'm evidently a "demon-dog". Is that a promotion? Do I get a special insignia, or can I get a metal death's head, with flames coming out of it, and snakes in the eyes, and red rubies for teeth, 'cus, like, that's blood, and -- Me - No. You are NOT a demon dog, you only strike fear into the hearts of pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiners. Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - I have a name, you know. Me - No, I didn't. We've asked you repeatedly, but you never said. Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - That-- that DEMON DOG asked me. Repeatedly. And he looked at me. And SLAVERED! And his eyes glow in the dark. Me - I think we're getting off track. 1st, What IS your name, 2nd, How the Hell did you get in here! Weren't you being guarded. Outside?, and 3rd, so... DID you learn anything? WD(E) - Uh, that's me. I brought him in. Me - ? WD(E) - Well, we were going to have this pow-wow, and I wanted in, and I couldn't very well LEAVE him out there, you know. He's... helpless. Me - ? DSVick - (sotto voce) He didn't seem so "helpless" when he dropped ME like a sack of potatoes... Me - CLASS... WE'RE GETTING OFF TRACK! We're here to discuss-- KK - AM, did you know that you can wear black high heels with that, and the guys go STUPID. Deb - There was a guy that hid away and watched me dressing once. HE went blind. AM - Wow! You must be hella sexy! Deb - No, I blinded him. Not permanently, you know... this is still pretty PG-13, but none-the-less. Blind. And deaf. 'Cuz I hit him in the ear. DSVick, to WD(E) - I got off pretty easy, considering... WD(E) - Do I smell bacon? Pshrynk - Want a drink? Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - Um... if it's ok, I could just... be... going... All - NO! Me - I'm afraid that would be un-advisable... there might still be DEMON DOGS out there. Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - You're mocking me, aren't you? KK - Do we really have to answer that? Geoff - HEY! I haven't had a part in this so far! Me - Well, where have YOU been. You were told about the meeting! DSVick - Um, no, actually. He wasn't. I was, um, busy. AM, to Deb -- Running for his LIFE! DSVick - You wouldn't have caught me, I TRIPPED! Deb, to AM - Over his tongue. WD(E) - Oh, he's gonna get a lashing now! KK - Don't go there. We only have time for so many puns and so much inuendo. Me, to myself, not bothering with sotto voce, because nobody is paying attention to anything I say at this point anyway - Well, this has been a lost night. I think we're done here. If anyone wants me, I'll be in the lounge, drinking. Pshrynk - This IS the lounge. Me - So why isn't there a drink in front of me? Pshrynk - Gotcha. Coming right up. Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - My name is-- Geoff - HEY! BEFORE ANY MORE REVEALS HAPPEN, I WANT SOME ATTENTION! I haven't had a good line all NIGHT! All - ... Geoff - Ok, I feel better now. Listen, I made some dessert. Molton Death by Dark Delux Chocolate. With chocolate jimmies on it. Pre-1940's, six-toed, extra-DNA-havin', un-educated moon-shiner - Sand? Deb - No-no hon, he said DEssert, not des-ert. Geoff -- Did he said sandwich? Captain Ryker - THERE ARE THREE LIGHTS (sob)!!! NO! FIVE! Me - You're not in the series. Please return. Geoff - The blue one, next to the fish. WD(E) - Do you have any threes? Me - Good night, all. (Audience applauds as courtain rings down) Last edited by mvisconte; 04-07-2010 at 12:13 AM. Reason: All desserts have 3 S's. The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria.

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04-05-2010, 11:34 PM	#256
mvisconte pHilosopher kIng Posts: 208 Karma: 429751 Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: An imperfect world Device: Laptop, laptop, desktop, phone (HTC, HTC, Asus, Asus, LG rah!)	As I turned to go, WD(E) said "Hey, bud, what's your name? What can I call you?" Our over-grown guested -- er, HOST, looked at me and said "I know your trick, boy! I seen it before. A man done give a show where he made his SOCK talk. You movin' your lips, I can tell!" I was now a good 20 feet from WD(E) and I raised my eyebrows and pouted like a 6-year-old getting caught in a lie. "No! He can talk! WD! Say something!" You could hear crickets that weren't there a second ago. Crickets. Always enjoy a good comedy scene. WD looked at me and wagged his tail. He grinned, and cocked his head to the right, let his tongue loll out, panting. WD looked back to our friend and wagged again and -- barked. A happy, playful bark. Whatever else you say about WD, he's the master of comic relief. "I guess you're right, " I said to the man-mountain, "You got me. Anyway, he's viscious -- just look at him. I'm going to bed. You two play nice now. Don't make me send those mean ol' wimmin down here to kick your butt." I chuckled and returned to the craft. The situation was in good hands. The giant shook his head and looked at WD(E) and spit on the ground. He said "I'm gwin up t' the house, an' I'm comin' back, and when I do, ain't NOBODY gwin be happy!" He turned about and "This sock's name... wasn't Lefty, by any chance, was it?" The shaggy brute stopped and stood his full height. His eyes grew round and he slowly turned back to WD. WD repeated his playful high-pitched bark, and scratched himself. He noticed his tail -- still wagging -- out of the corner of his eye and started chasing it. The Thing looke right and left in the darkness, then spun and looked behind himself, then spun back to WD. "Whut? Whut did you say?" WD cocked his head to the left this time. Panting, he looked up-up-up into the bearded face as if concentrating on everything the (supposed) man had to say. He barked again, and sat down, still concentrating. "Dagnabit! I'm gettin' real pur-turbed here-now!" The giant drew back his leg to kick WD and "What's your name? I mean, I just like to know who's leg I'm biting off. We just don't take the time for the little pleasantries that make this life bearable." It stopped in mid-kick, standing on one leg. "And, just to be fair, I'm a meatatarian." "Whut?" "I eat meat. I prefer a steak, cooked to a 'T', rare of course, slathered with sauted onions -- but I'll make due with a leg, if I have to. It's always rare then. I wonder what a cooked leg would be like. I'll have to ask Cookie if he'd fix your leg." "You AIN'T EATING MAH LEG! THIS IS JUST A TRICK!" "Of course... of course. Yes. A trick. Dogs can't eat onions, they're poisonous in quantity. And, Cookie, er Geoff, wouldn't cook your leg. I think it would give him Kafka dreams. I'm not much of a biter, really... I prefer to reason. But, don't be fooled, I've bitten my share of fingers, snapped at legs, chomped on a couple of mailmen... oh, and licked the faces of pretty girls. You know those wimmi-- women you're so afraid of? I did them. um, I licked their faces, I mean. Let's not get too risque here. I liked it, too. The woman dressed in leather? She smells GOO-OOD! Maybe it's the leather, I don't know." The over-all-dressed mass of flesh looked both angry and scared. Panicked would be a good word. He cast left and right, squinting into the darkness. "I KNOW YOU OUT THERE!" A voice from the craft 30 yards away yelled back, faintly, "SHUT UP! We're TRYING to SLEEP!". And the lights went out. Now, totally in the dark, the man's breathing quickened -- ragged, heaving breaths. "You ain't REAL, are you?" The voice came from right beside him, down around his knees. "Now, calm down. I haven't bitten anybody in a while. And I haven't torn anyone to bits since... when was it. It's been a long time. I've mostly lost my taste for flesh (sotto voce -- and your face's not the prettyist thing around). You've nothing to worry about. Unless you... irritate me. So. Sit on down, neighbor! Let's have a chaw and chew the fat!" The man shreaked and moved a step backwards and promptly tripped and fell with a hard thud. The obstacle pulled itself from behind the man's knees and shook himself. "You're not very light on my feet. Anyway, let's you and I rest here a bit. Oh, the 'Chaw' and 'Chew the fat'... that's how you-all talk down here, right? I don't really 'chaw' -- dogs shouldn't have chewing tobacco, but if you're got a fine $5 ceegar, I'll indulge just this once. And 'chew the fat'... that just means we talk, right? I'd hate to chew the fat of a man I haven't been introduced to before killing him." The man whimpered and hugged himself. "Oh Lordy! Demon dog! Demon dog! Demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-demon-dog-d--" He kept repeating, faster and faster, his voice rising to a high, whimpering pitch.

04-06-2010, 12:17 AM	#257
Wetdogeared Storm Surge'n Posts: 5,780 Karma: 8213195 Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Polar Vortex Device: S0ny PRS-300/350/505/700/T1	Sounds like a part I can get my teeth into, literally. I've never been referred to as a demon-dog (X12+) before but I guess it'll be okay. I have fond memories of finding DevilDogs, packed by my mom, in my school lunch bag, and who can hate something who's mascot is a talking duck. (BGDeb, have we been formally introduced? )

04-06-2010, 09:34 AM	#259
poohbear_nc Bah! Humbug! Posts: 63,476 Karma: 135239851 Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Durham, NC Device: Every Kindle Ever Made & To Be Made!	"No! He can talk! WD! Say something!" Michigan J. WDE? [really a frog under that shaggy exterior?]

04-06-2010, 12:28 PM	#262
dsvick Wizard Posts: 2,737 Karma: 635747 Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Northeast Ohio, USA Device: PRS-900	Well after a quick check, everything seems to be ship shape on the ship, or rather dirigible shaped. There were some supply questions in the lounge but Pshrynk and I got them taken care of. It turns out vodka will remove a bacony after-taste from your mouth. I did find a trail of green clothing in the hall leading to the crew's quarters, after following it to the end, I can safely say... Shortncuddly looks good in leather She looked even better out of... cough She can also run faster than I thought The swelling over my eye will go down eventually

04-06-2010, 06:39 PM	#263
ShortNCuddlyAm WWHALD Posts: 7,879 Karma: 337114 Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Mitcham, Surrey, UK Device: iPad. Selling my silver 505 here	Thanks for the wardrobe help, Deb - and thanks for teaching me how to punch better!

04-07-2010, 12:26 AM	#265
Wetdogeared Storm Surge'n Posts: 5,780 Karma: 8213195 Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Polar Vortex Device: S0ny PRS-300/350/505/700/T1	Fish! I hate fish. It's cat food. WD(E) Good night.

04-07-2010, 12:34 AM	#266
happy_terd Banned Posts: 13,045 Karma: 10105011 Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Finally made it to Walmart. Device: PRS 420	Good night WDE!!! Don't let the bed bugs bite you in the butt.

04-07-2010, 09:26 AM	#268
happy_terd Banned Posts: 13,045 Karma: 10105011 Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Finally made it to Walmart. Device: PRS 420	He probably gets his butt pinched though.

04-07-2010, 10:36 AM	#269
dsvick Wizard Posts: 2,737 Karma: 635747 Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Northeast Ohio, USA Device: PRS-900	True, but he probably also gets to sleep on the bed with them. Ok, maybe it is only the foot of the bed, but still... some dogs have all the luck. I tried to defend the ship from some strange alien creature (yes, I got my butt kicked) and all I get was a slip of the tongue from the shaggy DA over there with the new insignia patch and punched in the head by Am. It's not I said anything like "Hey baby looking mighty fine in that leather". Ok, fine, whistling at her might not have been the best idea, in fact I'd rank it right there as second worst idea of the night. But you'd have thought she would have appreciated my sincere method of letting her know that I thought she looked very nice. You think it might have been because I broke what? That nice vase? Oh, well it might have been in the box... No, I wasn't standing on the box, the chair was on the box. I think maybe one of the chair legs poked through the box when I set the end table on it. End table? Well the transom was pretty high, how else was I going to inspect it to make sure there were no cracks in it from the landing. 40 minutes?... it was a pretty big transom, I had to watch, errr study, ummm inspect it in some detail. The passageway light was on behind me you say? ... Hey, shouldn't you be somewhere else. Pshrynk! Is there any more of that vodka? Hell, I don't care, leave the bacon in it.

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