Chill, Doris, you must be hallucinatin'
Coney, wiseguy, the anglo-saxon word for rabbit . . . as in Coney Island, a place with lots of rabbits in the 17th century . . .
Sheesh
Just noting the similarity. What were the saxons doing with latinate animal names?
Oh, and never mind about hebba's head. You've got the pooch back. (See, we've both got canine avatars again...)
Yeah, yers sure is a dog . . . .
heeheeheeheeheehee
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not a 6' 3" wabbit! (hey - I remember how to write Imperial measures...wow!) - and I sooooooo do not have cojones!
I am a neat 5' 6" (hot diggety - did it again!) - just the right size for a cunning coney.
I wanna have Harvey's babies - he is my hero........ us big bunnies are SOOOOOoo rare you know.
A cunning coney ? ! ? ! ?
be still my pounding heart . . .
heeheeheeheeheehee
Be you thinking of conning cunny here, Setanta?
BLUSHES and runs from the thread........can't believe I said that........but I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO couldn't resist.....ah...who'll understand it anyway....
[fainting]i unnerstan . . . [/fainting]
oooooooopsy - bunny turns pink.........
as does the cun--
oh, never mind.
a very lewd joke to be had when hamlet says to ophelia "did you think i meant country matters?" if the pronunciation is right.
incidentally, i've heard, though i've had no reason to verify it because i don't really care, that ms day is/was quite the cunning linguist -- hence the complete lack of chemistry in both directions in pillow talk.
So, how is a tribe of pigmies like a women's track team?
Well, one is a bunch of cunning little runts . . .
Reminds me of one. Not sure why, and you've probably already heard it, but whatthehell...
Frank: Man, I made the worst Freudian slip this morning.
Joe: What's a Freudian slip?
Frank: It's where you mean to say one thing, but you say something else instead. Like, something you're thinking about.
Joe: What did you say?
Frank: Well, I was in the store, and they had all these old posters for products -- you know, like old soaps and stuff. And I meant to say to the woman behind the counter, "I like your ads," but it came out, "I like your ass." Man, I'm lucky she didn't slap me.
Joe: Hey, I had one of those the other day. The wife and I were sitting at the table, and I looked over, and was gonna say "Please pass the salt." What came out, though, was "You bitch! You ruined my life!"
er....isn't this a travel thread?
it has travell'd far.....and perhaps not wisely......but 'tis VERY funny!
A travel thread? May I refer you back to your very first post? I admit I didn't read a lot of the stuff in the middle, but I doubt the bulk of it chock full of vital information about exchange rates, the safety record of Qantas, or the meaning of the term "Bondi cigar."
That is a very funny joke........I've told it many times myself.
What do you use for the straight man's Freudian slip? I'm dissatisfied with the one I've got.
When you wanna relax, Lola, do you go out on Long Island sound and sail yer freudian sloop?
Queensland and New Territories Air Service -- a noble venture. Hey, cunning coney, are they subsidizing you?
