September 18, 2003

Cautionary Words

"Calm down or you're gonna get a fuckin'!"

Posted by Ida at September 18, 2003 07:51 AM
Comments

Hmm. Tough decision.

Posted by: Mol at September 19, 2003 11:50 AM

Right, but it might still be a trick.

(Less poison cake, more walking over a palm frond-covered pit with a tiger in it.)

Posted by: Ida at September 19, 2003 02:55 PM

Oh, man. That sounds like a great idea right now.

Posted by: freesia at September 21, 2003 03:08 PM

What sounds great? gettin' a fuckin'?

Posted by: mol at September 22, 2003 08:36 AM

um, this is totally an emergency. We need to do some drinking faster than you can say
"I'mma not gonna calm do-own! I'mma not gonna calm do-own!"

Posted by: Sjet at September 22, 2003 09:11 AM

"I was wrong about the tiger pit," she said as they sipped their mojitos. She grinned and framed her face under her hands. "It's more like the Ice Capades."

Posted by: Ida at September 22, 2003 11:40 AM

"You stepped onto a palm frond-covered pit and fell into the Ice Capades?" he replied, confused.
"Sometimes your double entendres seem like they have an extra entendre. That's too many entendres!"
As so often happened when he was emphatically making some point, he had in the meantime managed to spill much of the contents of his drink onto his shirt.
"Damn. This is rayon. I'll have to have it dry-cleaned."

Posted by: flamingbanjo at September 23, 2003 08:06 AM

"Well, obviously getting a fucking is a good idea," she smirked. "When is it NOT a good idea? The point is, it is also occasionally a good idea to calm down.

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Then you can pay more attention to the fucking."

Posted by: fbf at September 23, 2003 10:53 PM

Can I nominate Mr Banjo for 24 hours of honorary Fat Boyhood?

Posted by: fbm at September 24, 2003 09:38 AM

It was a rather good comment, wasn't it?

I think, to make it official, we'll need to spill our collective drinks on his shiniest shirt.

Posted by: Ida at September 24, 2003 11:21 AM