ehBeth wrote:
I think gus is waiting for you in the smoking pit, sofia.
Somewhere, in all our lives, there waits a Gustavratzenhofer - in a smoking pit.
Thus leading to Conrad's anguished cry in "Heart of Darkness": "Oh! The horror! The horror!"
If he'd just get some dentures...or win the lottery.
Sofia wrote:If he'd just get some dentures...or win the lottery.
Gus's sense of humor is very funny and makes him appealing....now all he needs is a new avatar displaying himself as a real hunky man...then maybe all of the women will forget that he needs dentures and a shave.
The barbecue sounds good, I'm hungry...and by the way, are there rides at this carnival?
Are there rides in Purgatory? And, if so--do we want to get on?
I wish Gus would show his REAL self.
A villanous looking creature with human hands.
Colorbook, you can have my place in line.
Sofia wrote:
I wish Gus would show his REAL self.
Be careful what you wish for.
I never thought I'd prefer the current Gus...
Craven de Kere wrote:Sofia wrote:
I wish Gus would show his REAL self.
Be careful what you wish for.
I think Gus looks sweet!
But then, I like Woody Allen.
Sofia wrote:A villanous looking creature with human hands.
Colorbook, you can have my place in line.
Oh come on...we'll ride on it together. It doesn't look that scary to me.
What is all this hoohah about looks? It's all in the eyes..
He has his father's eyes....
I do indeed sleep, Colorbook; I just have not done much of it over the last few days.
I'm up for a barbeque, although I feel like fish; it's 6 am here and already I'm starved!
If we're having rides, we should have something like The Crystal Maze, I feel. I don't know whether you have/had it over there, but it was a very unusual show where the contestants went around with the creator of the Rocky Horror Picture show, doing various sorts of challenges around four zones... I remember my friends wanting that I went on with them. I said no, because not only did I not want fame, I also certainly didn't want fame while wearing those awful tracksuit-tops that they gave to everyone. They still put me as a reserve, damn them.
Was fame thrust upon you?
Here is a good garden for playing games:
No; very luckily no one dropped out....
What a wonderful garden; what beneficial treatment we lost souls get...
Damn it, isn't anyone going to take off their top and jello-wrestle?!
I miss everything . . . (walks away grumbling)
