Lola's Salon

Well thank you Ma'am, that's very kind of you to have done that for me. I've recently been in a state of confusion surrounding a very large hand carved wooden cockroach. It was to have been a gift to Lola, but now it's in the back of one of Bugsy Segal's casinos in Vegas. And I haven't the slightest idea if it should stay there or if we should get it back. Maybe Lola will clear all this up later.
But now, please tell me where you are from. You look very familiar to me.

Well, I am from Australia, via Abuzz -and I tend to be a tad digressive.............

I ate the cockroach last night....get over it. Let it go already.

It was that chocolate covered thingy right?....I hope...

Oh, then may I expect our conversation to consist of a series of conversations? LOL :-D

I have met a witty, wise and very well loved lady who calls herself dlowan on that site. She is a beauty and from Australia too. Do you know her? I realize that's a shot in the dark kind of question, but you never know until you ask.

sure Danon, a series, not too serious tho me thinks,,,,,

digression, recession, opression...spelling doesn't look right but you get the idea.

did i really eat the whole thing? the cock roach i mean. i remember the brownie part...

Better watch out Mikey, you're gonna wind up in Guinness!! LOL

jes recalls how, in real life, a friend of a friend was dared to eat a cockroach (she was studying the little, ahem, buggers. She was also pretty dang toasted at the time. The friend of a friend, not jes and not the cockroach). Anyway, the friend of a friend reported that the 'roach was crunchy like a potato chip but needed salt.

jes swore off Jack Daniels right about then.

"So, how did we fit that huge cockroach sculpture, composed of some sort of decorative wood which gangsters don't seem to be able to fully appreciate, into a brownie? Musta been some biggg brownie." jes mutters to herself and shakes her head, wondering about the dimensions of the brownie, the roach, the wood and the gangsters, then gives up and hops behind the bar.

Meanwhile, Diane has curled up in a chair by the fire, sound asleep. One too many brownies, but what dreams! Licking, er, sipping Chambord........

wait a second kids, u can't leave me hanging here without another brownie, a chocolate covered roach and a shot of jack daniels. it's way to early. i'll have to call for help. that's recrimination, discrimination or something like that.

Help Jespah !!!

jes peers over her glasses. "I think mikey is feeling the effects of munching wood pulp and a large cockroach, plus Jack Daniels. And, I think the walnuts in the brownies have something to do with it. I just knew we should've shelled the walnuts before baking. Ah, well, too late now, I suppose." :-D

Why - Danon, that is I indeed -but you flatter me! And I do find it a little difficult to stick to a point - I have a hoppy mind....

Mikey - c'mon over here and join us - you cannot have eaten the gregor, cos he is with Bugsy - I believe you have eaten the chip basket in your munchie-driven haze. Have some sandwiches, and a cup of coffee.

So, Danon, where are you from and what are you all about?

Mikey! That is not a sandwich! It is my paw! here is a plate of sandwiches....

to hell with the walnuts, sandwiches, roaches, just roll another joint and pass it on over.

and send me the tel # of a good boston lawyer while your at it...

Sorry, mikey, I have sworn off practicing, for it was icky. Hangin' out with the cockroaches has proven more fun and generally more morally comprehensible. Here, have a grape to go with that wicker you're chewing on.

ira died a few yrs ago, he was my hero, my main man, and the rest of the crew here, hard to replace. had balls the size of grapefruits in the courtroom. a true fighter, now we are lost.

there must be someone left....no? maybe matt.

i'm still waiting deb.....talk about bogarting? you better pass that thing or i'm gonna start smoking wabbit feets.

Pass the roach, let's smoke it, if we can't eat it. Ahhhh.......that's much, much better

Er ...Mikey - 'tis in your left hand.....

the boy needs glasses!

send me some, my kid's broke them all, the glasses that is, now i got to drink out of a bottle.....go figure. Deb, nothing in my left hand, just share it ok?
i promise not to nibble on your feet anymore, ok?

O-O THOSE sorts of glasses Mikey! And I already passed you the roach! Did you drop it?

Here Mikey, here's a pair of giant sized roach tweezers. It might help you with that one in your left hand. Oh! You're RIGHT handed, no wonder you can't find your roach!

Bunny, I am from NE Texas and am all about getting through life by pizzing off the least amount of people I can on a daily basis. :-D :-!