Sundae: I know you're awfully busy now with double shifts and overtime (I think I read that in your posts?) but when you have a chance, please read the pm I sent you. If needed, I would like to have a response within 10 days so I have enough time to get things and sent off before the 31st.
Thanks!
very mysterious, what can this be all about?
drug smuggling?
gun running?
wikileaks?
a bulk order of sex toys/porno movies?
tickets to a Black Sabbath gig?
or even tickets to a black sabbath?
someone baking a cake perhaps?
I wonder if we'll ever find out the answer :D
Done, Lola.
And Molasar, curiousity killed the cat.
Although I always thought that was a funny name for a vet.
I don't care what the vet's called as long as (s)he keeps up the good work.
and as for my curiosity, whereas Lola and Sundae are two perfectly normal people, wild speculation about theoretical explanations could provide light relief on long winter evenings (southern hemisphere: yours is 'hot summer nights').
tooling up for a bank heist?
or a train robbery?
breaking into Fort Knox?
I know the story but all I will say is, it involves a can of crisco, 3 bartlett pears and a kangaroo named Jorge.
:D
so that's bestiality, gluttony (with vitamin C) and I'll get back to you on the other thing when I've googled 'crisco' to find out what the hell it is!
:)
A scene from Last Tango in Paris for vegetarians?
OK, got it, so crisco's the lube, right?
so that's bestiality, gluttony (with vitamin C) and I'll get back to you on the other thing when I've googled 'crisco' to find out what the hell it is!
:)
Google "other uses for Crisco". That should cover it. ;)
Bestiality and gluttony with lube. That's it!
actually this doesn't sound too bad so far.
better than "... fucked with a pineapple, rough end first..." anyway.
mind you, this marsupial called Jorge is a bit of a puzzle, i mean, how many Hispanic roos do you know?
Exactly precisely none, that's how many!
is Jorge a laboratory product of Hispano-Australian genetic engineering?
Did El Cid get, ahem, overly friendly with Skippy (with or without crisco to make things easier)?
is DNA profiling reduced to sorting out historic cases of intercontinental animal molestation? (though let's leave the moles out of it until we've solved the Jorge case, OK?)
What, you mean 'bury me in a Y-shaped coffin' Skippy?
that was Lord Percy's GF Jane Harrington wasn't it?
absolute classic comedy and so glad there's another nutter in here that knows the scripts :)
Bangs like a privy door when the plague's in town?