<sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the other>
LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left one of her tits behind as evidence.
<glaring, turning to assembled mob>
Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
<patting wig>
Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
<turning to Jflexer>
Take that!
<SPRAYING MACE>
BITCH!
<turning teary-eyed to Judith>
Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs quietly, dabs nose>
HONK!!!
<smiles bravely through tears>
So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - hurry now, happy hours fly!
Waltzing To The Corner Booth, Looking Fabulous LCM
PS: Darlings - can someone tell me again how I can get my Outlook to get the newsgroups again? I did this through Google but it's monstrous. You did help before, but that computer died and I looked great at the funeral, so now I've got this newish one the World Famous Pegs got me and it's just got nothing. Any help would be fabulous, darlings - I'll check back later to see. Fabulous!
><sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood >catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering >afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the >other>
>LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. >(glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were >likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left >one of her tits behind as evidence.
><glaring, turning to assembled mob>
>Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments >and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
><patting wig>
>Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
><turning to Jflexer>
>Take that!
><SPRAYING MACE>
>BITCH!
><turning teary-eyed to Judith>
>Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs >quietly, dabs nose>
>HONK!!!
><smiles bravely through tears>
>So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy >me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, >so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - >hurry now, happy hours fly!
>Waltzing To The Corner Booth, Looking Fabulous >LCM
>PS: Darlings - can someone tell me again how I can get my Outlook to >get the newsgroups again? I did this through Google but it's >monstrous. You did help before, but that computer died and I looked >great at the funeral, so now I've got this newish one the World Famous >Pegs got me and it's just got nothing. Any help would be fabulous, >darlings - I'll check back later to see. Fabulous!
Well welcome back. I was beginning to think you had shuffled off to Buffalo or some such place.
Razzle------Oh bartender, fix the lady in the corner booth a double on me.
> ><sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood > >catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering > >afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the > >other>
> >LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. > >(glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were > >likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left > >one of her tits behind as evidence.
> ><glaring, turning to assembled mob>
> >Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments > >and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
> ><patting wig>
> >Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
> ><turning to Jflexer>
> >Take that!
> ><SPRAYING MACE>
> >BITCH!
> ><turning teary-eyed to Judith>
> >Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs > >quietly, dabs nose>
> >HONK!!!
> ><smiles bravely through tears>
> >So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy > >me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, > >so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - > >hurry now, happy hours fly!
> >Waltzing To The Corner Booth, Looking Fabulous > >LCM
> >PS: Darlings - can someone tell me again how I can get my Outlook to > >get the newsgroups again? I did this through Google but it's > >monstrous. You did help before, but that computer died and I looked > >great at the funeral, so now I've got this newish one the World Famous > >Pegs got me and it's just got nothing. Any help would be fabulous, > >darlings - I'll check back later to see. Fabulous!
> Well welcome back. I was beginning to think you had shuffled off to > Buffalo or some such place.
> Razzle------Oh bartender, fix the lady in the corner booth a double on > me.
And I'll spring for parking on that old Bentley she pulled up in. It's the pink one.
LCM wrote: > <sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood > catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering > afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the > other>
> LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. > (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were > likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left > one of her tits behind as evidence.
> <glaring, turning to assembled mob>
> Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments > and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
Mere moments? Sadly, it's been eons. Love the new wig. Who knew they made afros in chartreuse?
> Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
> <turning to Jflexer>
> Take that!
> <SPRAYING MACE>
> BITCH!
> <turning teary-eyed to Judith>
> Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs > quietly, dabs nose>
> HONK!!!
> <smiles bravely through tears>
> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy > me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, > so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - > hurry now, happy hours fly!
> Waltzing To The Corner Booth, Looking Fabulous > LCM
> PS: Darlings - can someone tell me again how I can get my Outlook to > get the newsgroups again? I did this through Google but it's > monstrous. You did help before, but that computer died and I looked > great at the funeral, so now I've got this newish one the World Famous > Pegs got me and it's just got nothing. Any help would be fabulous, > darlings - I'll check back later to see. Fabulous!
> <sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood > catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering > afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the > other>
> LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. > (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were > likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left > one of her tits behind as evidence.
> <glaring, turning to assembled mob>
> Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments > and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
> <patting wig>
> Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
> <turning to Jflexer>
> Take that!
> <SPRAYING MACE>
> BITCH!
> <turning teary-eyed to Judith>
> Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs > quietly, dabs nose>
> HONK!!!
> <smiles bravely through tears>
> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy > me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, > so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - > hurry now, happy hours fly!
> Waltzing To The Corner Booth, Looking Fabulous > LCM
> PS: Darlings - can someone tell me again how I can get my Outlook to > get the newsgroups again? I did this through Google but it's > monstrous. You did help before, but that computer died and I looked > great at the funeral, so now I've got this newish one the World Famous > Pegs got me and it's just got nothing. Any help would be fabulous, > darlings - I'll check back later to see. Fabulous!
Ecoutez-moi, darling, but if it was as flexible as the name implies it would not have the time to denigrate your sweet self.
LCM <l...@pei.sympatico.ca> wrote: > <sweeping into room in the usual manner - silver Vivienne Westwood > catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering > afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the > other>
> LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard. > (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were > likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left > one of her tits behind as evidence.
> <glaring, turning to assembled mob>
> Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments > and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
> <patting wig>
> Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
> <turning to Jflexer>
> Take that!
> <SPRAYING MACE>
> BITCH!
> <turning teary-eyed to Judith>
> Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said. <sobs > quietly, dabs nose>
> HONK!!!
> <smiles bravely through tears>
> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy > me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, > so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - > hurry now, happy hours fly!
Oh how I've missed you LCM!
I'll be happy to buy you a pitcher... or two... or ten!
>> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy >> me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, >> so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - >> hurry now, happy hours fly!
>Oh how I've missed you LCM!
>I'll be happy to buy you a pitcher... or two... or ten!
does Boli come in a pitcher? couldn't we just get him a box of wine?
j/k, LCM, for you, anything!! even a pitcher of Stoli :-)
--dez
...a pistol-hot cup of Dez...
"Chef of chicanery, your buns are mine!" --the Tick
>>> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy >>> me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations, >>> so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties - >>> hurry now, happy hours fly!
>>Oh how I've missed you LCM!
>>I'll be happy to buy you a pitcher... or two... or ten!
> does Boli come in a pitcher? couldn't we just get him a box of wine?
> j/k, LCM, for you, anything!! even a pitcher of Stoli :-)
I'll go halvsies with you - but I get to sit next to him.
