You did. I tried it. My partner, an evil little bitch if ever god made one, protested that the music (a traditional Korean ballad "Glorious Rainbow Pigs Flying") didn't strike nearly the right tone for what followed, and she whacked me upside the head with her cuffs, causing me, as you could easily picture, to spill the basket of virgin-stomped warm pomegranite juice all over my loins.
I've said it before and I'll say it now again. Women are evil. It's our most endearing quality......wanna make something of it?
seems I'm in the "continually trying" mode
Lola wrote:I've said it before and I'll say it now again. Women are evil. It's our most endearing quality......wanna make something of it?
Hey! Speak fer yerself Lola!
I'm a woman and not evil. Quite sweet actually.
Yes puppy-breath - you ARE continually trying...
Yeah - speak for yerself Lola - I am a SAINT! A saint I tell you.
which saint, st. upid????
no, can't be st. upid, that's the patron saint of boston.
I think that somewhere several hundred posts ago that I contested lola's cheery acknowledgement and craven's original posit that women are evil, so those who argue with me are subjected to find that. Women understand evil and can utilize nuances of it from time to time, but in they main they, I mean, we, have hearts of gold.
It's the platinum bits that veer off to become rod fuel, no?
blatham wrote:TO: Field Commander Craven
Skirmish Report
At approximately 1100 hours last evening, the enemy initiated a sustained attack on my position. There was no choice but to engage. Said engagement lasted some four hours, then broke off for as many hours again. This lull was followed by a brief but intense dawn firefight of some thirty minutes duration.
The enemy, consistent with past engagements here at Weiner Ridge, demonstrated "level one" capabilities, that is, a high degree of technical competence augmented by an unusual level of enthusiasm for robust and extended engagement utilizing all elements of local terrain.
Respectfully
Lance Corporal blatham
The standing orders were to disengage completely, specifically forbidding
Corporeal Lance activity.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I fear you do not understand the depths of evil that we are dealing with.
dlowan wrote:Yes puppy-breath - you ARE continually trying...
Yeah - speak for yerself Lola - I am a SAINT! A saint I tell you.
Okay, now you're swinging the pendulum back too far the other way!
Bunnies as saints? That's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?
*heh*
Craven de Kere wrote:blatham wrote:TO: Field Commander Craven
Skirmish Report
At approximately 1100 hours last evening, the enemy initiated a sustained attack on my position. There was no choice but to engage. Said engagement lasted some four hours, then broke off for as many hours again. This lull was followed by a brief but intense dawn firefight of some thirty minutes duration.
The enemy, consistent with past engagements here at Weiner Ridge, demonstrated ?level one? capabilities, that is, a high degree of technical competence augmented by an unusual level of enthusiasm for robust and extended engagement utilizing all elements of local terrain.
Respectfully
Lance Corporal blatham
The standing orders were to disengage completely, specifically forbidding
Corporeal Lance activity.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I fear you do not understand the depths of evil that we are dealing with.
Aha! A craven commander indeed!
Caprice - what IS this thing with Bunnies!
We are known for our deeply spiritual natures...
dlowan wrote:We are known for our deeply spiritual natures...
Huh. That's news to me. The one enduring image of bunnies that I'd always heard was their uh, boink-ability!
*fleeees to avoid the bunny wrath*
We interrupt this thread for an important bit of dialogue. Thank you, Lester (of Lester Corp, floor 71/2, Mertin-Flemming Building)
Quote:Imagine a room full of women.
Nubile, blonde, wet with desire,
Schwartz. A harem, if you will.
Me in leather. A harness, if you
like. I am the object of this
desire, and all eyes are on me as
I speak. "Ladies," I begin. "I am
the love god, Eros. I intoxicate
you. My spunk is to you manna from
heaven...
that is coming out of that proper mountie, pompous, red coated, prim - ...... nevermind
spunk indeed
we are evil as evil can be. And I speak for us all........evil being that I am..............hehehehehehehe
hearts of gold....... good for the purpose of buying what we want when we want it.......look out you guys, I'm an evil little bitch, as some among us appreciate.
Lola: Are you really a wimmins? Because that would be just the dastardly thing for a mins to do, pretend to be a wimmins, making us out to be evil!!!
One word should settle all this...
vagina dentata
That looks like two words to me blatham.
and they are overly critical
