Silliness Stream? Prunk! - Page 2

GeoffC · 02-23-2010, 01:56 PM

don't you mean a misterdemeanor

badgoodDeb · 02-23-2010, 05:47 PM

Waves hand!!! I'm available, whenever you need costume work done! I can play tough or tender. I've even done Cleopatra.

And I too LOOoove your abject punning!

mvisconte · 02-23-2010, 09:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

i thought he just got a stiff fine ? how many points do you have to lose, anyway, before they take away your licence ? i'm pretty sure half the population of the llounge is on probation. sparrow must be buying extra points on the black market, there's no other possible explanation.

I hazn't gots to worry about losing points... if I getz pulled over w/ this license, I'm going up the river -- hard time at the punitentiary.

Of course, the facts that it's not my name on the license, and it's not my picture on the license, and well, it's not my license may or may not be of any use. If I get pulled over by a blind geriatric grammarian, then I may stand a chance of out-running them. In fact, if it's a peg-legged geriatric grammarian, I may have a leg to stand on in court.

(Note to self: Remember to hack the license burro computer system to remove the "shoot on sight / site" flag from the license... if they pull the real owner by accident without cross-checking, I would feel quite guilty for day -- and then have to find another license).

mvisconte · 02-24-2010, 12:17 AM

First an apology. I suffer (and so, must all of you) from uncontrollable projectile verbiosity. ;-)

I remember when I first met the Baroness. I was invited to the Governor's Mansion for a swaray (er, on work-release). I was immaculate in my tuxedo, even to the quaint towel I had affected over my arm. I was sampling the Governor's selection of champagne, and helping myself to hors d'oeuvres and some silverware in between serving drinks.

The baroness was at a table with several inebriated demi-royals -- an earl or two, a barrette, two duchybags, and half a pint of Guinness.

The Half-pint and the Duke of Earl were playing quarters with gold sovereigns, and one errant bounce launched itself towards the baroness' décolletage.

Ever attentive when bits of metal are flying about, I immediately rendered assistance (Plus, I can be somewhat distracted by shiney objects -- it was GOLD!).

In retrospect, this was probably not the recommended action at the moment but I WAS only trying to help, after all.

Now, I have been looked askance before. I have affixed through steely glares. However, I have NEVER experienced such a piercing stare as the one that the baroness graced me with at that moment. I had inadvertently inserted my hand into the baroness' intermammary sulcus, and it was, unfortunately, lodged quite tightly there.

I of course stammered apologies and attempted to extricate myself from my prison. Luckily, none of the male demis had noticed -- as it would have undoubted led to misunderstandings and some quite unwarranted assumptions on their behalf, and probably to threats and at least one challenge to a duel. Perhaps two challenges. A dual duel, so to speak. I would have been at an extreme disadvantage, as I am right-handed, and well, I was unable to use said hand for defensive purposes at that moment.

Anyway, they were effectively and literally in their cups and as such, inattentive to the circumstances.

I was somewhat embarrassed and quite at a loss. After a moment, I said the only thing I could think of -- a rather inadequate "uh... nice place you've got here".

I received a softening of her eyes, and soon a slight upwards curl to the sides of her mouth. To her benefit, the baroness was neither nonplussed nor much repulsed by the my attempts to dislodge myself, and offered to help me with my awkward predicament. I was not aware that corsets were actually made with whale bone, but a slight adjustment on her behalf and my hand was again breathing freely.

We were smiles and giggles at that point, and luckily so, as the Governor, on his rounds to see what no drinks were being served, mistook me for a friend of hers. It was easy enough to disguise myself somewhat, ditching the serviette and borrowing a better jacket top from one of the earls who had passed out. As an added bonus, I noticed the inner pockets a-jingle with more sovereigns.

"Louie,I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," elicited a warm smile from her and put me in mind of recreational calisthenics, or at least staged Greco-Roman wrestling. I softly mentioned as much to the baroness and received a hearty extended laugh and an "in your DREAMS, monkey boy!"

I took that as my cue to be content with my current circumstances, and I bade my farewells, picked a few more pockets, and quitted the mansion for more hospitable climes and company. The next day found me happily un-incarcerated but just to make sure I stayed that way for the near future, I figured I would be better out of sight rather than tempt fate. She was sweet now, but in a day or two, who would know. I found a passable used-dirigible lot and in a short amount of time had swind-... er, talked the salesperson into a most-beneficial (to me) sale of a smallish, two room, four-prop dirigible, with an excellent payment plan, with almost no money down. I negotiated an excellent payment plan -- which I did not intend to keep anyway -- and even talked the salesperson into a full tank of gas (and the equivalent of a 30-day head-start).

I set sail that day with fond memories of the baroness and wistful feelings for a love that was not to be (that day).

I found out later that she had married her 6th husband, Count Thadeus "Pithy" Herbsquawk, the next day. The marriage was subsequently annulled by the count's current wife, but not without amicable relations and generous parting gifts for the home audience. (The count's wife offered to trade titles if she could trade surnames also, but seeing as the count was younger than 80 and notoriously healthy, the baroness opted for the severance pay).

I shall have to tell you of the time when the baroness' used her piercing stare, which held a room of hassars at bay, enabling our escape after a minor misunderstanding involving an old Hungarian noble family, some jewels, and a cistern... another time, perhaps.

(with apologies to anyone who made it this far. If you skipped ahead to see how it ended, lucky you -- it all turned out OK in the end).

mvisconte · 02-24-2010, 12:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Waves hand!!! I'm available, whenever you need costume work done! I can play tough or tender. I've even done Cleopatra.

And I too LOOoove your abject punning!

Ooo... how are you with a Merry Widow? Er, I'm sorry, I forgot myself. How are you with a sabre?

Didn't Cleo meet her end when bit on the asp?

I object, yer honor!

(reminds me of an oooold joke:

"She offered her honor,
I honored her offer,
and that's how it went all night.
On 'er, off 'er, on 'er off..."

Again, my apologies.

mvisconte · 02-24-2010, 12:27 AM

... I'm a feminist (or perhaps a lesbian).

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

Ooo... how are you with a Merry Widow? Er, I'm sorry, I forgot myself. ...

(reminds me of an oooold joke: ...

You know, after that, my avatar suddenly has secondary meaning...
(for the temporally displaced, the current avatar includes the text "I dig the pig...")

AGAIN, apologies to all will be included in the evening news.

GeoffC · 02-24-2010, 08:37 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

... I'm a feminist (or perhaps a lesbian).

You know, after that, my avatar suddenly has secondary meaning...
(for the temporally displaced, the current avatar includes the text "I dig the pig...")

AGAIN, apologies to all will be included in the evening news.

and now you can teach chickens how to fly ....

poohbear_nc · 02-24-2010, 11:21 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GeoffC

and now you can teach chickens how to fly ....

Wait a minute - I don't need lessons!

pshrynk · 02-24-2010, 12:15 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by poohbear_nc

Wait a minute - I don't need lessons!

So you're saying that you already have your civil pilot's license?

poohbear_nc · 02-24-2010, 12:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

So you're saying that you already have your civil pilot's license?

No, my chicken pilot's license!

(We fly VERY close to the ground, VERY close)

badgoodDeb · 02-24-2010, 02:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mvisconte

First an apology. I suffer (and so, must all of you) from uncontrollable projectile verbiosity. ;-)

No apologies accepted. Just give us more prose!

Or I'll sic the chicken on ya.

poohbear_nc · 02-24-2010, 02:57 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

No apologies accepted. Just give us more prose!

Or I'll sic the chicken on ya.

Now wait a minute - shouldn't you ask the chicken first? Before dispatching said fowl upon punitive missions?

badgoodDeb · 02-24-2010, 02:59 PM

oh. Well, ya, maybe. I figured it would be good dive-bomb target practice while you were flyin.

Besides -- don't you WANT him to write my of this great stuff? (him or her, I'm not quite sure)

poohbear_nc · 02-24-2010, 03:24 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

oh. Well, ya, maybe. I figured it would be good dive-bomb target practice while you were flyin.

Besides -- don't you WANT him to write my of this great stuff? (him or her, I'm not quite sure)

You must be confusing me with some other fowl!

But yeah - keep the punny stuff coming!

badgoodDeb · 02-24-2010, 04:26 PM

You could dive bomb the knee-caps. (You did say you fly low ... very low.)

02-24-2010, 12:17 AM	#19
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!)	The Baroness... First an apology. I suffer (and so, must all of you) from uncontrollable projectile verbiosity. ;-) I remember when I first met the Baroness. I was invited to the Governor's Mansion for a swaray (er, on work-release). I was immaculate in my tuxedo, even to the quaint towel I had affected over my arm. I was sampling the Governor's selection of champagne, and helping myself to hors d'oeuvres and some silverware in between serving drinks. The baroness was at a table with several inebriated demi-royals -- an earl or two, a barrette, two duchybags, and half a pint of Guinness. The Half-pint and the Duke of Earl were playing quarters with gold sovereigns, and one errant bounce launched itself towards the baroness' décolletage. Ever attentive when bits of metal are flying about, I immediately rendered assistance (Plus, I can be somewhat distracted by shiney objects -- it was GOLD!). In retrospect, this was probably not the recommended action at the moment but I WAS only trying to help, after all. Now, I have been looked askance before. I have affixed through steely glares. However, I have NEVER experienced such a piercing stare as the one that the baroness graced me with at that moment. I had inadvertently inserted my hand into the baroness' intermammary sulcus, and it was, unfortunately, lodged quite tightly there. I of course stammered apologies and attempted to extricate myself from my prison. Luckily, none of the male demis had noticed -- as it would have undoubted led to misunderstandings and some quite unwarranted assumptions on their behalf, and probably to threats and at least one challenge to a duel. Perhaps two challenges. A dual duel, so to speak. I would have been at an extreme disadvantage, as I am right-handed, and well, I was unable to use said hand for defensive purposes at that moment. Anyway, they were effectively and literally in their cups and as such, inattentive to the circumstances. I was somewhat embarrassed and quite at a loss. After a moment, I said the only thing I could think of -- a rather inadequate "uh... nice place you've got here". I received a softening of her eyes, and soon a slight upwards curl to the sides of her mouth. To her benefit, the baroness was neither nonplussed nor much repulsed by the my attempts to dislodge myself, and offered to help me with my awkward predicament. I was not aware that corsets were actually made with whale bone, but a slight adjustment on her behalf and my hand was again breathing freely. We were smiles and giggles at that point, and luckily so, as the Governor, on his rounds to see what no drinks were being served, mistook me for a friend of hers. It was easy enough to disguise myself somewhat, ditching the serviette and borrowing a better jacket top from one of the earls who had passed out. As an added bonus, I noticed the inner pockets a-jingle with more sovereigns. "Louie,I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," elicited a warm smile from her and put me in mind of recreational calisthenics, or at least staged Greco-Roman wrestling. I softly mentioned as much to the baroness and received a hearty extended laugh and an "in your DREAMS, monkey boy!" I took that as my cue to be content with my current circumstances, and I bade my farewells, picked a few more pockets, and quitted the mansion for more hospitable climes and company. The next day found me happily un-incarcerated but just to make sure I stayed that way for the near future, I figured I would be better out of sight rather than tempt fate. She was sweet now, but in a day or two, who would know. I found a passable used-dirigible lot and in a short amount of time had swind-... er, talked the salesperson into a most-beneficial (to me) sale of a smallish, two room, four-prop dirigible, with an excellent payment plan, with almost no money down. I negotiated an excellent payment plan -- which I did not intend to keep anyway -- and even talked the salesperson into a full tank of gas (and the equivalent of a 30-day head-start). I set sail that day with fond memories of the baroness and wistful feelings for a love that was not to be (that day). I found out later that she had married her 6th husband, Count Thadeus "Pithy" Herbsquawk, the next day. The marriage was subsequently annulled by the count's current wife, but not without amicable relations and generous parting gifts for the home audience. (The count's wife offered to trade titles if she could trade surnames also, but seeing as the count was younger than 80 and notoriously healthy, the baroness opted for the severance pay). I shall have to tell you of the time when the baroness' used her piercing stare, which held a room of hassars at bay, enabling our escape after a minor misunderstanding involving an old Hungarian noble family, some jewels, and a cistern... another time, perhaps. (with apologies to anyone who made it this far. If you skipped ahead to see how it ended, lucky you -- it all turned out OK in the end).

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02-23-2010, 01:56 PM	#16
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	don't you mean a misterdemeanor

02-23-2010, 05:47 PM	#17
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	Waves hand!!! I'm available, whenever you need costume work done! I can play tough or tender. I've even done Cleopatra. And I too LOOoove your abject punning!

02-24-2010, 02:59 PM	#28
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	oh. Well, ya, maybe. I figured it would be good dive-bomb target practice while you were flyin. Besides -- don't you WANT him to write my of this great stuff? (him or her, I'm not quite sure)

02-24-2010, 04:26 PM	#30
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	You could dive bomb the knee-caps. (You did say you fly low ... very low.)

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