Those cute little mousies.......gotta love em.
Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars, certainly Beagles aren't that's for sure, yet George will spend a trillion dollars of your money finding out.
Might keep him quiet for a bit
What!
Meeses nabbed - no note - no contract!
That settles it
ok george and gale
Trey up!
Hey, Wassau! So nice to see the Cafe' open again!
A round of Irish coffees for everyone, if you please...and put it on my tab!
What's everyone been up to lately?
galavantin.......that's what I'm doing. A coffee would be just right, Wassie with milk as usual. Hey everybody, so nice to see you.
Maxine and Malcolm Mouse are off for a little exploration. Sounds like fun.
Is their ticket round-trip or one way, though?
I was thinking I'd be able to hang out here as someone was playing Leonard Cohen while serving Irish coffee and I love both.........but now it looks like a gated thread and I truly haven't the foggiest what people are talking about.
Guess I'll go look for another cafe.
(walking away feeling sadly alone)
Eve,
Who knows! Their poor little bones will densify!
Hi Kat, welcome to Lola's coffee house! Here, sit with us and Lola will tell you all about Wassau (the owner of Lola's Coffee House) darling seals, doggies who sleep by the pool, the tree house, and ....
Here's Lola now....
Hey everyone, say hello to Kat....
Hiya, katya!
You like Irish coffee and Leonard Cohen? You'll fit right in here! Come sit by me.
One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few
And all go stumbling through that house
in lonely secrecy
Saying "Do reveal yourself"
or "Why has thou forsaken me?
And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall
Hey Kat, not only am I here, but look who else...........it's Leonard himself. Here sit beside him while he plays us a tune. Wassau it's on the house here for Katya.
Don't worry about the mouse talk, we were just all acting silly..........I don't think one of us knew what was so funny about what we were saying. We're loose around here. Look at the beginning of this thread for an introduction to Wassau (the proprietor) and others. And watch out for Cheshire the Cat. He's a little bit tricky.
I'm off on a little trip tomorrow and will be busy for the week. I'll stop in when I can, but I may be a bit scarce. Now heeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Leonard.............
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear, I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for a little bit more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
And since I have given up booze - can I have a double shot grande skinny latte pls to go with lola's song ?
Hey, Hey! Gautam's here!
Now the party can begin!!!
OK...pile all the clothes over on the bed there...the furniture has been removed and vinyl sheeting draped wall to wall, and the fire extinguishers have all been refilled with baby oil.
Baby oil ..... mmmmmmm....brings back fond memories - I am expert in giving a massage using baby oil - hands and body both are used
If my memory serves me well, there is a name for that - but, it escapes me right now what it is..........
Pouring-oil-on-troubled-Walters ?
Massage-in-a-bottle ?
<slinking back in>
Thanks for the Bird on the Wire and the free Irish coffee, Lola, but they're going weird on me again......shooting baby powder and baby oil through little red toy guns.....?
I'm outta here.
This is way over my head.
<slinking back out>
Slinking in Hiama gulps down Katya's left Irish coffee, slips on the baby oil, cracks his head open and all the sawdust spills out-tune in next week for the next installment of - " Has Hiama got a brain-wooden you like to know ? "
as the camera drives it's focus onto HIAMA, the scene is one of impending tragedy. The sawdust has now blended with the baby oil and become a pungent dust oil paste with little tadpole things swimming around in the soup. Before our very eyes we can see the tads separate and divide and multiply and devolve...........what will become of HIAMA's brain now? dum de dum dumm
