Well, it wouldn't be between my bossums, for instance, since my bossums offer so little padding. They're cute, you know, but insubstancial. I guess I was thinking about flying by the seat of my pants..........I guess it's not quite the same thing..........but it seems to be to a poor little sleep deprived enthusiast like me.
:wink:
Oh, btw, Eva. There appears to be a very nice lingerie store across the street from my hotel. I've added a visit there to my short list of side trips while I'm here in Boston. It's right above the Fogg Museum............. I understand this store is famous. Oh goody, can't wait.
Checking in here 237 pages late since she is not attracted to talking of herself in the third person, and might take flight if she really read the starter topic entry, Osso says hi, you guys, guys being general as it was in my neighborhood some time ago. Lingerie across the street? You been to Florence? Well I have and walked past those sublime shoppes, sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss but I hope to go back.
Hi Osso,
Welcome. You're very welcome here. But you really should read the intro..........you may need to know who Withers (the house butler) is and there's Jeffers, the Salon butler and Fifi. We also have Prudence (the upstairs maid, appropriately named) and Kathryn the excellent and multi-talented cook.
We're presently taking little trips on our 1968 Love Bus, playing music and layin back.............
OK, she walked by them, since she saw elaborate money lined up in the windows, but lingered in appreciation before she moved on. Florence, Firenze, is full of not only things to see, but things to remember forever.
Some of those things to remember forever aren't on the tourlist. She herself bought a whole batch of dishware on Via de Servi, not least that it was for sale on via de Servi.
Well, don't get osso started.
Osso guesses, with good reason, that she busted in inappropriately. She is not sure she can relate, is testing waters. It is perhaps not the right time of day for her to engage a set of rules and characters in place. Let her say now that if she bows out, it is only with respect.
Osso,
You may come and go as you please here. And you may write in what ever voice, tense or person you please as well. Very few rules in this place. I would say none, but then I might have to someday eat my words. And I can't have that. :-)
I hope you'll stay, or come and go..........we love good company around here.
well, I might want to join but I don't want to ....... right now... deal with Withers, etc.
I will just be quiet, maybe I can come in another time.
Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself, you're through
I always get what I aim for
And your heart and soul
Is what is what I came for
Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
Take off your coat
Don't you know you can't win?
You're not exception to the rule
I'm irresistible, you fool
Give in
(The guys sing: "give in, you'll never win)"
Give in, you'll never win.......
The piano has been drinking, the nectar is sweet, and the combo went back to New York, the juke box hazz to take a leak, and the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break, cause the telephone's out of cigarettes and the balcony is on the make, and the piano has been drinking, and the men use oral freezing ???? (what's that???) and the light man's blind in one eye and they can't see out of the other and the piano tuner's got a hearing aid and he showed up with his mother and the piano has been drinking as the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler, cream puff casper milk toast and the owner is a mental midget with the IQ of a fence post because the piano has been drinking and you can't find your waitress with a geiger counter and she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her, and the box office is drooling and the bar stools are on fire and the newspapers were fooling and the ash trays have retired as the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...........not me, not me, not me, not me, not me........
Tom Waits.
The Guests
One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh . . . I need you now
And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"Let all my guests come in."
And no one knows where the night is going ...
And all go stumbling through that house
in lonely secrecy
Saying "Do reveal yourself"
or "Why has thou forsaken me?"
And no one knows where the night is going ...
All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion
And no one knows where the night is going ...
And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall
And no one knows where the night is going ...
Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again
And no one knows where the night is going ...
One by the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going ...
A good anthem for Lola's Salon, dys?
Ah, the sounds of goblets clinking, clinking, goblets of fine wine or fine water, perhaps even that new Vitamin Water that is out on the market, but perhaps not, just good old cool clear water, water....
Thong ? Just a thong at twilight. Thing a thong of sixpence.
The trolly thong. A nightingale thang in Berkeley Square
Pick OAK up a trolley, Lola :razz:
Oi wants a trolly wiv 'an 'andle and 4 wheels, a big V8, and a proper loud sound system. A man's trolly, not one of these girly ones wiv a cup holder and lipstick dispencer
OK, BillW and Oak, what size do y'all wear? I'll see what I can do.l
SIZE ???? Industrial strength MAN size please. Just like it says on the Kleenex box.
