Let's us just say, Boss, that yer gonna need drama-mine
Setanta wrote:Let's us just say, Boss, that yer gonna need drama-mine
Oh ****! I thought so.
Okay...
...I think you people are all bein' taken in by Blatham's new avatar.
He stands there so goddam straight and prim -- you just know he is thinking pure thoughts.
And it has fried your brains.
That's the reason for all this applause.
Ehhh...jeez, in the background. I do hear applause.
Duty...it is duty upon which my brow is set and my intention steeled.
I'd be willing to bet if ya pinch that boy, he'll squeak . . .
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What on earth did you edit? "Pinch" and "squeak" seem the elements with the most lattitude for creativity. Let me try some alternates, in case you still aren't quite happy with your choices.
punch - whimper
kiss - wriggle
cut - bleed
confuse - remain unchanged
I left the "t" off the word "bet," Boss, if ye must know . . .
I meant squeak, as in squeaky clean . . .
Ain't that a part of the RCMP ethos? Loyal, thrifty, honest, brave, hygienic, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah . . .
Don't that there cavalry twill git hot in the summertime? Betcha change yer shorts couple two three times a day . . .
Early happy birthday Canadia . . .
the new RCMP issue reds, are now made of a nicely breathing linen tabby knit with optional leather fanny pack.
RCMP + fanny = yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I'm old fashioned and insist on the original canvas and asbestos fibres for my own uniform, with a touch of lead cladding to bring out the tight curve of my buttocks.
We are, each of us, cleaner than whistles (which isn't that difficult to achieve, if one thinks about it) and arrange undergarments so as to encourage our oft-noted ramrod posture.
We always get our man, particularly if he's indigenous first nation.
Our resolute stoicism (many called, few chosen) manifests in all aspects of our lives, including during love-making, when we might still be found wearing our riding boots (though this is often by request).
you can leave your hat on.
Blatham -- It's okay on weekdays, but on weekends I want you OUT of that uniform and into a hot tub (is there plumbing in Canada? electricity?) with, say, Lola -- or other intelligent sexpot of your choice (even a Mountie, though undressed, please).
and NO, you cannot wear yr boots in the hot tub !!!
Personal attacks takes on a whole new meaning when I think about men with tall leather boots. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Some years ago (October 1974 to be exact) a pal and I drove the Trans Canada Hwy from Ontario to BC as a means of traversing the continent to relocate from NY to Oregon. We rode in his VW bug, jam packed with everything we owned. We were stopped twice by Mounties in Alberta; they were looking for drugs and we had none. The second time, my friend got a little irate and asked if the troops didn't have anything better to do. I cringed, expecting him to run us in for juvenile impertinence, but he was cool. "No," he said. "The desperadoes have all gone south for the winter."
I've respected the RCMP ever since!
ehBeth !! We are two of a kind
Please carry this progressively more depraved discussion to another thread, such as . . .
The Great White North Happy Birthday Thread[/color]
Which will allow the rest of us to return to the civilized practice of exchanging acid sneers, and otherwise heaping the glowing coals of a false, self-righteous and self-serving indignation upon the devoted brows of the undeserving . . .
pffffffffffffffffffffffffft
can that count as a sneer?
Nice tongue there, darlin' . . . you just have it tuned?
