I have injured myself laughing ... a crazy melange of Moms Mabley, Gustav ripping off his overhauls and throwing dingy boxers onto her, and Ellpus' wiggly pants... This one will go down in A2K Lore.
See. He makes sure you can see it.
I can't see it. Not that I have a yearning to do so.
<screams, rips panties off, twirls around finger and throws at screen>
When he was good.....he was VERY good.
Hey, watch where yer throwin them things. I can't see.
Lord Ellpus wrote:INCHWORMS! Yes, that's what the doctor called them, I think. She said I had ten of the little buggers!
Picture three women meeting on a London street.
"How are you, Marge? Hi, Betty."
"Oh, hi, Sue. How was your date with Lord Ellpus last night?"
"It was fine until he tried to bed me down. He removed his pants and there were a normal-looking pair of testicles, but hovering above them were ten wavering inchworms. It looked like someone stuck some cloves into a pair of lemons. I'm still disgusted."
gustavratzenhofer wrote:cyphercat wrote:And that picture didn't help, it just made me feel kind of sick to my stomach about saying he was sexy.
Be honest, cyphercat. When you saw that picture, you removed your panties and threw them at the monitor. Didn't you? We're all friends here. You can share your dark secrets.
Gus is so damn perceptive, it's like he can see right into my soul. Yes, it's true; but I'm wearing (well,
was wearing) control top pantyhose so the gesture kind of lost something, I think.
Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Could it be, stop and see
How beautiful they are
(Chorus:)
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far
(Repeat Chorus)
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
Another Version:
(lyrics Written By: Mark Rew)
Stay, longer, for me,
Wait, longer, for me,
I know you must be getting sick,
of wondering exactly where this leads you,
Why did it take so long,
why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Stay, longer, for me,
Wait, longer, for me,
I know you must be getting sick,
of wondering exactly where this leads you,
Why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Inchworm, inchworm,
measuring, the merrygold.
Let's ressurect the old joke again, just for cypher....
Man walks into the docs.....
Man " Doc, I keep singing the green green grass of home"
Doc " Sounds to me as if you have Tom Jones syndrome"
Man "Is that rare?"
Doc "It's not unusual"
Quote:there were a normal-looking pair of testicles, but hovering above them were ten wavering inchworms.
Well, I guess we can end the "Most disgusting thing ever written on a2k" contest now.
Lord Ellpus wrote:Let's ressurect the old joke again, just for cypher....
Man walks into the docs.....
Man " Doc, I keep singing the green green grass of home"
Doc " Sounds to me as if you have Tom Jones syndrome"
Man "Is that rare?"
Doc "It's not unusual"
Dammit, it made me do one of those "pfffhaahaahaa" laughs and now there are flecks of spit on my monitor.
cyphercat wrote:Quote:there were a normal-looking pair of testicles, but hovering above them were ten wavering inchworms.
Well, I guess we can end the "Most disgusting thing ever written on a2k" contest now.
Is anybody looking for a new sig line?
Can I take my inchworms back to bed with me now?
I only got up to make a hot choccie.
Oh. eoe..... Thank you! It's beautiful!!!
I'll have sweet dreams tonight.
Oh, Tom.
Tom got me into trouble with my father. Dad walked through the room one evening when I was watching Tom sing and prance and casually asked, "So tell me, do you think he's attractive?"
Without missing a beat, I answered, "Well, maybe if his pants were just a little bit tighter..."
Dad choked and ran. It was way more than he could handle coming from his 15 year old daughter.
After that, he always changed the channel when Tom came on. I didn't mind, though. I'd just go watch him from the kitchen. (With Mom, heehee!)
Well, it was still in my head this morning, and finally left while I was at work, and now it's back again.
I really think this is going to be a chronic condition now.
It's a happy tune. Enjoy!
One more time....
"She's A Lady"
Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine.
Noooooo! Damn it, Intrepid. I won't forget this.