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The no lerve, no-flirting, no sexual innuendo thread.

 
 
Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 05:32 am
A digression thread eh? Anything to help the old food go through properly is a good thing.
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 05:35 am
And it was Prince to whom I was referring re. the winking thing. He just looks at you and winks all the time....quite hypnotic and a dastardly ploy.
After seeing it wink for the fourth time I started getting urges that I havent had since Eton. This thread is full of subliminal messages and I wont stand <buy British goods..you know you want to> for it any longer.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 05:45 am
So sit down already.
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the prince
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 05:49 am
dlowan wrote:
So sit down already.


Not on me though
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dlowan
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 05:51 am
Don't, for god sake tempt me, G.


That was just plain unfair, planting that opportunity for innuendo here, on THIS thread.

Stop it.
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 06:03 am
I have now looked at the Italian section and found that innuendo is their word for a suppository.

What do you think I should do with this information?
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Merry Andrew
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 06:32 am
Lord Ellpus wrote:
I have now looked at the Italian section and found that innuendo is their word for a suppository.

What do you think I should do with this information?


Why, supposit it, I suppose.
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Debacle
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 04:54 pm
Acute suppression, Andrew.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Tue 19 Apr, 2005 04:56 pm
Ah - the dear old joke - "I thought innuendo was an Italian suppository, until I tasted Smirnoff's."
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:08 am
I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:10 am
bunny's on a kick
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:12 am
I love our Dotty.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:12 am
Anyhoo - one of my cats has had a "stroke" - we both needed a little cheering!
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:13 am
damn it, shoulda brought out the "park 'er in the rear" on this NO-LOVE, NO-N-U-N-DOH! thread...
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:14 am
You'll get the fire extinguisher if you do!
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:15 am
oh! sorry 'bout the furry one...
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:15 am
You did mention love, luv.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:16 am
schniff.....she wambles, what once was so airy and fleet of foot.
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patiodog
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:17 am
I am sorry about that. How's she mentally?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Wed 20 Apr, 2005 08:17 am
patiodog wrote:
You did mention love, luv.


Only acerbically.
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