Girl scouts ONLY allowed on this mission PAL.
(aside to P & L: well... it could have been worse! He could have requested only Brownies on the missionl)
Speaking of Brownies, weren't we discussing them earlier? Cobalt had a piece of Tiramasu tonight, followed by creme brulee cheesecake.
"Diane, dear, you are sooooo sweet, calling my....'contours' that 'curvaceous' word, and the glow?"
Well, twarn't radiation, and I know there's been no glimmers and shimmers around that I've noticed. Although, I'd love to shiver me timbers? I'll bet we've got an Expeditionary Force member who has a line on all subjects regarding timbers. Just hope I haven't thrown out TOO BIG a straight line, here, folks......
<ahahahhahaa, I crack me up>
Never straight.
Forward or ahead. ;-)
As a point of principle, blatham has shifted all driving controls to dead center of the bus thus necessitating exit and egress via rope ladders, a design feature hailed as 'revoltutionary' and 'freshly exciting' by the conserative-minded, but as 'traditional' by a detoothed copper pot vendor from Botswana.
jes looks up briefly. "Are we there yet?"
Is this bus "The Magic Bus" perchance.
Every day I get in the queue (Too much, the Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Your house is only another mile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Too much, the Magic Bus
Too much, the Magic Bus
Too much, it get's to much
At 9 to 5
9 to 5 everyday
Never less
Thank you, driver, for getting me here (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I think your being inspected, have no fear (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Every day I see the dust (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to the gig in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I don't want to cause no fuss (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to the gig in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Nooooooooo
Now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Every day you'll see the dust (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to Hell in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to my gig in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to my baby in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to Jesus in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to my Heaven in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to Allah in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive to Zarathustra in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'll get there
I'll get there (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'm gonna get there
Your gonna get there
Were all gonna get there
..........OaK (oldandknew), welcome to our adventure, where all sense of reality is totally gone.
During a quick stop, PaL throws a rope ladder over the side, from the upper level of the bus. A troop of Girl Scouts quickly climb up to assist with the knots. Mikey is smiling!
As the bus jerks back into motion, PaL thanks OaK for the great song. "Feel free to play any CD. This bus has a super stereo system. We love good music!"
Looking over at Jespah, PaL says, "We should be there soon. We're on our way to Victoria, right?"
PaL looks over the side of the bus and waves at the copper pot vendor on the side of the road.
Victoria? Hmm, I think she's on the road somewheres. The WWE was in Rhode Island last night.
Ohhhhh, Victoria, BC. I thought you meant the wrestler. My bad.
Peace and Love. So you're trippin with the girl scouts huh. My daughter was with that mob in once upon a tyme land, in the days of yore. Since then she's discovered what boys are for, how to swear and drink booze. Her music isn't that good tho. Still, 3 out 4 ain't bad I guess
Now Jespah, if my grey cell hasn't atrophied and my memory serves me well, Jespah's bells were always being rung by these muscle and sweat guys of the wrastlin fraternity. The Stone and Rock Undertakers and Bodybags Corporation were here favorites.
Sounds like Heart attack and Vine to me.
But Lola, responds c.i., they've already had their fun! c.i. laughs out loud.....
The fun has not yet begun c.i.
It never ends with Lola.
I hope this Troop of Girl Scouts are over 18 PAL.
Lola's Salon
Stradee sky gazing/ colors green, purple, orange, chartreuse, and a whiter shade of pale/ northern lights suddenly appearing from Alaska/ Stradee hears a train whistle
http://cdnrail.railfan.net/Cisco/
Ropes flying from the bus, Stradee yells "ok everyone" one, two, three,
" Bungie "
Mikey stops struggling and starts smiling as the very mature girl scouts have their way with him.
Diane offers oak the Alice B. Toklas brownies she just baked. It is really difficult to keep up with this greedy group! Making sure that Timber is well stocked with his favorite drink, she moves on to Blatham, making sure he remains fully clothed, at least while he's driving.
Just about then,she realizes that the so-called girl scouts are all the other women from Lola's! Why do I always miss out on all the fun? Sob. (Starts digging in the luggage for a girl scout uniform). Then she realizes--the moths got to it many, many years ago.
Oak, please do another Keith Moon song.I feel like drowning my sorrows in booze and brownies and rock and roll.
Lola has been imortalised in song, but is she or has ever been a girl scout in the accepted manner.
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version: Coca-Cola]
See-oh-el-aye cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
By The Kinks
HofT (previously known as Helen of Troy) welcomes her friend John (a.k.a. OldAndKnew) who won her heart with his wonderful thread on his late, adored, doggie Freddie!
Really very busy holding the top of the bungee rope - with Stradee bouncing happily up and down at the other end as Lola's Salon bus crosses a really long bridge linking one island with another - HofT asks Timber, who recently landed at Victoria International Airport in his brand-new A-10 Warthog, for an overfly to drop over the bus one or two canisters of laughing gas.
Some incomprehensibly dark mood seems to have suddenly overcome the passengers - though fortunately not so far the driver, Blatham, who has good intelligence to the effect Lola is a charming lady - said mood probably traceable to overdose of Victorian tea, liberally laced with contents of unmarked bottle, served with lots of herb-encrusted cookies.
Obligingly, Timber loads up his Warthog with several laughing gas canisters and executes a terrain-hugging reconnaissance pass that scares a school of fish into diving for deeper waters <G>
http://www.a-10.org/photos/p.asp?FileName=28710101%2Ejpg
John, I wish I could see what you wrote about your dog. We lost a beloved dog this spring. We miss her so and still look for her in the back yard.
Thanks for the Kinks song. There's some good music tonight.
Warning to Blatham, we want to stay away from this place:
Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said ,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(whoo whoo)
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
Oh Yeah (whoo whoo)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo) ..........
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(whoo whoo)
Use all your well-learned politesse (whoo whoo)
Or I'll lay your(whoo whoo) soul to waste,(whoo whoo), um yeah
(whoo whoo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) um yeah
(whoo, whoo)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)............
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)........
Oh yeah!
(whoo, whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo, whoo)
Tell me baby,(whoo whoo) what's my name
Tell me honey,(whoo whoo) can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name
I tell you one time, (whoo whoo) you're to blame
Oh, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who (whoo whoo)
Alright (whoo whoo)
Woo, whoo who(whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Oh, yeah (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh yeah, ah whats my name
(whoo whoo)
Tell me, baby, what's my name (whoo whoo)
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name (whoo whoo)
<waving magic wand, good fairy produces link to doggie thread
http://boston.abuzz.com/interaction/s.255217/discussion
and vanishes in shower of electronic sparks and fluttering notes>
"You're on a magical mystery tour bus - be careful what you wish for, you may get it."
<G>
HofT is right, we are on a magic mystery tour bus and we should be cautious what we wish for..................here, I'm just adjusting my little girl scout skirt and picking up my pom poms. Ok girls, everybody ready? Let's lead a cheer for Mikey who is lying helplessly and hopelessly in bliss on the floor of the bus as we dance over him chanting, V I C T O R Y.............whatdayasay?......
VICTORY VICTORY IS OUR CRY..........V I C T O R Y......yay
OK Blatham darling, let's drive on to victory. Here, would you please hold my pom pom for a minute? I have to adjust something with my bobby socks..........
Giggles can be heard from the other girl scouts as somebody passes the brownies.
handk, that was a lovely song.............have we ever met before? Hummmmmmmmmmm.......... and Diane, Hotel California, is it a bad place? Anyplace with mirrors on the ceiling and pink champagne on ice must be as the song says, a lovely place. Or were you just talking backwards with Blatham? Reverse psychology.........oh, look up ahead, do you see that neon sign in the distance? It says, Hotel C a l i f o r n i a, wait just a mintue................
Mikey, stop it with the horns in your head! Hide those things before you get us all in trouble!
