Well, I tried it with the lava dip, but apparently, it didn't work. Maybe I'll try a different technique when I come back. I'll see what I can bring from hell. I'll save my magic powers for torturing victims.
<Joe awakens to find himself wrapped in a blanket. He's lying on the wide marble window sill facing out towards the tail lights oozing up Second Avenue. It is the darkness before dawn, a glassy bluish light swirls over the street. He sees a taxi stop at the corner to pick a man in a wide-brimmed hat and two women wearing what look to be bathrobes. Joe wonders two things : where are his glasses and how come he can see so well without them? The taxi turns left and disappears. Joe closes his eyes and begins to drowse when two more thoughts strike him: he doesn't have any idea where he is and he doesn't seem to be wearing any clothes. Neither thought bothers him enough to move and he is soon snoring like a well-tuned outboard motor.>
Enjoying yourself? I'm not leaving just yet. Well, at least for another hour.
Hey lucifer...
if your hands are so hot they melt the faces off of people,, how do you spank your monkey?
Monkey? They go to hell? Okay, maybe the naughty ones do. My hands aren't always hot, but only when I want them to. I can make them freezing cold if I wanted to.
I personally know a friend who doesn't live in hell and can make his body temperature increase--I think it's called spontaneous combustion. Dangerous guy, he is, if you don't get on his good side.
<yawwwwwwwwwn>
<stretch>
What's that lumpy thing over there. Ahhhhhhh, JoeNation under a blanket. Good. He'll be warm. It's cold in here.
Who left the windows open in here?
And why is there a pile of plates in the corner? Are they part of kicky's trousseau?
"Move over, Joe Nation"
Yep. And some leftover lava dip. If you're getting high again, I'll be around this time.
Lava dip's fine, but have you got any hazelnut chocolates?
<crawls back under the blanket>
Not in hell. Sorry. Chocolate is too good for hell. I'll try to find some.
why are there bunny ears on your hood, Lucifer?
Just wanted to add apage here
ain't got nuttin' to say...
Are you doing that to tease me, bigdice?
Sayin' nuttin', when you could be getting me a nice hazelnut choco bar.
<sigh>
Bunny ears? What the--that's just the light, right?
Here's your hazelnut choco bar.
<dangles it above ehBeth's head>
That took me a while to get. I had to steal it while the clerk wasn't looking.
Thanks, darkBunny. :wink:
Can I get you some cream of carrot soup, with chipotles for a touch of smoky heat?
mmmmmmmmmm
Schichtnougat - my favourite.
Did you have to go downtown for this?
Meh, why not.
darkBunny?! I hope you realize I'm no sexmaniac!
And I don't read Playboy. Though I'm sure Satan has a huge stash of those.
Playboar? Whatever...I'm going to read Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice For All Creation.
you said you don't read Playboy!
Watch him ehBeth! lol
Lucifer is up to no good..........
:wink:
And God created the healthful yogurt, that woman might keep her figure that man found so fair. And Satan brought forth chocolate. And Woman gained pounds.
