Deb
Deb, assuming you will need an armoured division for our pursuit of the mins, I'm having my electric scooter (er, tank) reved up with extra batteries and a revolving turrent, painted pink, of course. I'm also practicing spear (rocket propelled grenade) throwing with one of my crutches. I've been looking through the kitchen cupboard for a suitable stainless steel bowl for a helmet.
CHARGE!
BBB
Oh, and i can throw in an electric razor and an electric manicure set. they HATE manicure! surely we can do some damage with that.
Indeed we shall! BBB is with us now.....
And just look at that evil Rasputin sitting amongst those poor, innocent wimmins!
To the barricades!!!
Er - where do they keep their barricades these days?
(See - WE can ask for directions.....)
I gotta tell you something, girls. BBB's stainless steel helmet bears more than a passing similarity to Jespah's tinfoil hat.
Roger
Roger, I doubt that Jespah's helmet could be as fine as mine.
http://www.drawrm.com/4080.htm
BBB
Psst....mins, them horse-ridin' wimmins won't get far....they clearly forgot their handbags....and the cape doesn't match the reigns...
Cav
Cav, you don't give us wims enough brains credit. We know best how to beat the mins. We ain't gonna wear any clothes. All we need is a little pouch for our tampons.
HAH!
BBB
(i would make an off-color comment about the redundancy of such a pouch, but that would be beneath me...)
PatioDog and hee hee Cav
PatioDog and hee hee Cav. Evidently you don't understand the sanitary fastidiousness of us young and fecund wims. We like to replace our tampons regularly to smell sweet and fresh for our foolish mins. That's why we need a pouch to carry replacements. Our darlin horses appreciate our consideration of them, too.
BBB
We mins prefer long and vigorous scrubbing to prevention as a method of sanitariality....
PatioDog
PatioDog, well that explains why your fed up horses keep bucking you off. They don't take to slobs. Neither does us wims.
BBB
Also, a little felt for ears and feet, and some currants for eyes and a nose, tampons make great nutcracker mice to put on the Christmas tree. Don't ask about the whiskers.
I had no idea my horses were bucking me off. Guess they're doing it behind my back. I'll have to have a word with the au pair...
Cav
Another good reason to carry a pouch of extra tampons. If we wims get low on ammo, we just cram a few used tampons down the barrel of our rifles, load a little gun powder, and hit those mins right between their eyes.
BBB
We'd never know what hit us!
Seriously (nod to cav on that word), we'd be standing there saying, "Did I just get hit in the face with a... a... what the hell was that thing?"
That's true....we're only forced to buy 'em once in a while. To look at them would be just wrong. Mind you, we do have condom water balloons, which could be fired in retaliation. The wimmins would be taken aback seeing a condom so, umm, swollen and filled.
