Buff-ball

Re: Buff-ball


I wonder if they made any rim shots. :wink:

well i just hope they were not 'slam-dunkin' each other....

:wink:

Ew

Each to their own, I guess.

In fact, I think that someone could easily exploit this to get money from people's voyeurism...

(Pauses)

Doglover, have you ever thought of going into business with we three?

Now there's a money spinner! Nude basketball! They'll come in droves.

There are too many good ideas going wasted ! That damn Revenge company, too...

Heh heh, pity no one ever took me up on that one.

Hmm, I could put you to good use, Fortune ! And it would be quite an adventure, too...

(quickly) But of course that fixes nothing.

(sotto voce:) meet me at the NCP carpark in Fulham. Bring a sombrero and three copies of 'All's well that ends well.' We'll take things further.

Understood :wink:

I can imagine a black and white screen, now, and you and I coming in from seperate sides of Paris into this dusty carpark.

(I should disclaim that I get like this after the 14 hour mark of being awake... don't be scared )

(Never)

I am wearing a trench coat with the collar pulled up around my face. You are smoking a cigarette while rugged up in a long fur...

(Good )

We try not to look suspicious. There's a cut to a parking assistant in an old red uniform and cap-- dubious, I know, as they don't exist anymore, but pà-- who is standing over in the corner by the stairs, in a blind spot. He glances at us both suspiciously and tiptoes away.

We stand evincing nonchalance until the intruder passes from sight. Then you take one last drag on your cigarette before leaning in to whisper, "Did you bring the sombrero?"

Taking a blown strand of hair away from her eyes with an unphased flick, you lean towards me slightly but not noticeably, and say in a dulcet tone, 'yes. But you never explained what it's for.'

(In French, obviously, with the subtitles a little slower than our speech.)

Glancing surreptitiously about you from under hooded eyes you slowly begin to lay out the details. "The target is planning a Mexican adaptation of 'All's Well that Ends Well'. I trust you brought the books?" On observing my slight nod from the corner of your eye you continue, "The mission requires a team of three; a pointman, a diversion, and one more for back up. Can you put a team together by tomorrow?"

I chance a brief look in your direction. The city of Paris hums around us as I weigh my options. "I think I can manage it," I speak in a lazy drawl, English for added effect, as the camera does a close up on first my face, impassive, and your own, eagerness to be gone from this place written plainly across your face.

I need two more.

very entertaining girls
i expect more when you both get up tomorrow

I had to go to bed... it was coming up to 3 am... but I'm back, now, for a little while, and then I'm off visiting an old friend of mine.