Betcha didn’t think you’d see that phrase in print when you woke up this morning.
Just adding a little non-sing-a-long randomness to your day.
Here’re some more…
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Actinic Lounge Lightning
Albino Potato Hair
Asymetrical Testicles
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-Rue.
May I be the first to say: aluminium. 
Francesca, DON’T DO THAT! You know how touchy I am about misspelling words. Just because you (I can’t remember the insulting epithet for English people- Limeys?) can’t spell “aluminum” right, there’s no reason for you to try to force your will on the rest of the world. The Empire is dead, baby.
Now it’s the United State’s turn to try to force our will on the rest of the world. Big Mac anyone?
And get those genie pants back to wardrobe, will ya?
-Rue.
You drink a lot of coffee dontcha?
[sub]grumblemumble Ikindalikedthepants grumblemumble ungratefulcolonies grumblemumble[/sub]
**Aluminum Punt Extravaganza, **
Let’s see…a punt being a small boat with a square bow, which could be made out of aluminum. I suppose if you had a lot of them, a plethora if you will, (I just like that word), you could have an aluminum punt extravaganza.
Now then,
Actinic Lounge Lightning, I think I saw their act in Vegas.
Albino Potato Hair, Wasn’t he one of the androids in Blade Runner?
Asymetrical Testicles, Gettin’ a little personal there aren’t you old boy? Besides, it hasn’t really caused me any problems.
Oh, and Francesca, you just leave those genie pants where they are, Dear.
[sub]Dammit Rue, I think she’s cute as a button like that, so shaddup![/sub]
Yeah, Bumbazine, you tell her to keep the pants. Oh, fine. But who does Selma badger when the inventory doesn’t tally at the end of the month? Hmmm? That’s right. ME!
Maybe we can go out on a “Dress Up Francesca Day”. Some time when it’s convenient for everyone. What should we get her…
A big, flowered hat.
A bright orange halter top.
White capri pants, oh yes, capri pants.
Those sandals that look like knotted straw. You know, what all the hip kids are wearing today.
…or maybe…
(going the other way)
Knee boots.
Jodpers.
A coconut bra.
A lei (for color).
A pointy princess hat with a flowing veil.
Should this be a new thred? Naw. Just “Dress Francesca”. She looks good in anything. And with the time difference, she should be asleep now, so she can’t raise too much of a fuss.
Or chime in with a phrase of randomness. (Blue Stew Kazoo.)
-Rue.
Did I just hijack my own thread?
Yeah, I know, Selma’s still trying to get me to bring back that chainsaw and the life-sized Sydney Greenstreet cutout.
as for dressing Francesca, I’d like a straw hat, a blue tank top, (no bra) and little white shorts, no shoes.
Let’s perch her in a canvas chair at the beach with a book, large sunglasses and a cooler full of marguaritas.
Hold on while I load up the camera.
BTW, I tried the blue stew kazoo, but it’s a pain trying to skin smurfs properly, especially with a kazoo.
In a similar vein: Baby Blue Cthulhu.
I like talking to a man who likes to talk about what Francesca should be wearing while playing with power tools. (It’s a Sydney Greenstreet thing- oddly not everyone knows that.)
-Rue.
Nor cares apparently. Not even Francesca has come back to defend herself from us mucking about with her clothes.
Makes a person wonder…
:sniffs armpits:
Hmmmmmm…
:: Fran dons a pointy princess hat, a blue tank top with a coconut bra over the top, white capri pants and knee boots ::
Is this the look you were going for, boys?
I mixed up a Blue Stew Kazoo for you both (and anyone else that cares to join). The ingredients are:
Blue curacao
A skilled bartender called Stew
A menagerie of spirits. A heady mixture of karmalcohol. With a little wordplay, you might call it a Ka Zoo [sub]work with me here[/sub]
A pink umbrella.
All served in a long glass. Including the bartender.
Now… what would you have me wear for tea?
For tea? Tea is hot, right? So… oven mitts. And sensible shoes. Big, chunky, black, lace-up shoes. No, an open-toed sling-back number, so everyone can see your rainbow toe-socks. A pill-box hat, you have to wear a hat for tea, don’t you? A puffy Poet’s Shirt and bike pants.
Now don’t be getting crumpet crumbs on this ensemble.
Actually, I’d pay money to see you in oven mitts and pearls. Nothin’ else, just oven mitts and pearls. Sorta a porn June Cleaver. Not alot of money though. Not that your not worth it Francesca. I’m just cheap, and I’ve got a pretty good imagination.
-Rue.
If no one else wants to play, that’s fine. But Francesca will be stuck with the clothes Bumbazine and I can find for her. Do you really want that to happen? No, I didn’t think so.
Crispy Mahogany Dust-bunnies.
You had to mention the bunnies didn’t you Rue? Damn you to Hell, I’d almost forgotten that incident.
How I worked and slaved late at night to carve all those beautiful bunnies, using nothing but a chainsaw and a lemon zester. But the wife hated them. Maybe it was the cost of all that mahogany, or maybe it was the fact that they all had Sydney Greenstreet’s face, I don’t know. All she ever said was “I have to dust all these frellin’ rabbits, you idiot!” Okay, so maybe they were a little dusty, was that any reason to throw them all into the barbeque and set then alight, without even any sauce? Fortunately I was able to beat the fire out with a passing cat, but some of my beloved bunnies didn’t make it. sob It took four years of therapy and seventeen cases of tequila for me to get back on my feet again. And then you had to come along and remind me. :breaks down weeping:
Okay, I’m all better now. Francesca Dear, lose those oven mitts, they’re sooo San Francisco.
Actually, ogling your delightful form brings several thoughts to mind involving saran wrap and a Carmen Miranda hat, but this is a family board, and I’m a married man, so I’ll save those for private contemplation later.
Your ensemble for the next photo op will be:
A bright red Mumu with big white gardenias, snow shoes, and a welders mask.
Tennis anyone?
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