Ha ha ha, deep, you crack me up! We are to pals, and you know it. And I’ll keep saying that till one of us cracks and you see my side of things.
And you’re so cute when your eyes bug out like that. And that neck vein throbs is such an aluring manner. Your my pal, and you always will be.
Another outburst like that and you won’t make the cut to Special Friend. Just so you know.
Your very super extra special pal,
-Rue.
P.S. Bring on the lobster.
hmmmm - Ya know, if we did have that kind of bond, it would explain a few things…
**For the record, folks, Rue means “We are too pals.” (It will, of course, not surprise you to hear that such a bad speller is lying.) Rue, note extra ‘o’ in this particular version of the set of to/too/two. Here’s a good way to remember it: To has one ‘o’ in it, not two, because two would be too much.
**
AAAAAAAA! Rue, I’ve made an appointment for you to be visited by the Contraction Demons. Yes, it will be just as painful as it sounds. And when you’re (note proper use of contraction) lying there, whimpering, in a puddle of apostrophes and shame, I want you to think about this: ‘your’ is possessive and means ‘belonging to you.’ In order to abbreviate ‘you are,’ you should write you’re. As an example, you could say: “Before the Contraction Demons came for me, deepbluesea, I could’ve worshipped you for your eyes alone. But now I can’t, because I lack some of the crucial glands and organs. You’re a mean one, Ms. Demon.”
Oh, and just for record: it’s spelled ‘alluring.’ And I’m sure you meant “…in such an [alluring] manner,” right?
**
He will be with you shortly. I sincerely hope each one of your limbs (and each one of your lobes) carries loss insurance. Not to mention any other dangly bits you might feel attached to.
Love ya -
deepbluesea
Rue’s Own Personal Demon
Excuse me while I spit out these worms. I don’t even know why I eat them. You know they aren’t on the list of clean meats. I have got the find me some locust to eat.
hee hee
Man you said abreast
hee hee
Rue thanks for the crumbs. You need to check out the front page of the straight dope. You are currently on threadspotting like right now.
And ok yes we are pals. But I still don’t know about putting you back on the Christmas card list, well I would except I don’t know your address. If you were to give me your address I almost promise not to do anything bad, I almost promise not to submit your name to a kazillion magazine subscriptions or mass mailers. So what ya think ol’ buddy, ol’ pal, huh?
Hey, Rue, I got some thug…errr…“friends”, in a van outside. You want I should take deepbluesea out for a little reprogrammin…errrr…“Electro-shock brain scrambling?” Cuz I will, what with me being your bestest platonic-pal and all.
-Jester, hoping to get upgraded to “cohort”
‘Cohort’ huh? Personally I was hoping for ‘unindicted co-conspirator’. You get to have a press conference and everything, only you don’t get to say “Hi” to your Mom or anything, you just have to deny stuff, like:* “No Rue absolutely was not seen on a yacht in the Potomac licking cotton candy off a woman in half a bikini.” or “I have no idea how that meter maid got duct taped to the roof of my car.”* Then later of course you get to say “My previous statements were not functually accurate.”
Anyway, good luck with the exorcism.
Your plausibly deniable pal. -Bumbazine
Can I just be your courtesan instead? I’m legal and everything…
Well, you gotta be the way you am, is my opinion. I am a very patient person, so I’ll just hang out right over there until I can hop on up. Meantime (I know, but that’s how we talk in Indiana, we say stuff like, “Meantime, I’ll just…” and “Being’s as…”), I’m happy to be a pal. Pals are great, pals are good. I like to go and eat their food.
And you wondered where I got my handle from, I bet. 
Okay, Astro, but remember you asked. I have a world tatoo on my ankle. I was a science teacher at the time, figured it was the only way I could get away with a tatoo. You know, “…but it’s an environmental cause!”, that sort of thing. My other tatoo is on my shoulderblade. Now it’s a pretty one. Tribal design with flowers. I got it because the tatoo guy told me he thought it was sexy. Good thing he didn’t tell me to pierce my navel or something, or heaven knows what would’ve happened.
Never get a tatoo on a body part that will sag or develop stretch marks, that’s my philosophy. No belly button decor for me, no sir.
ShibbOleth, thank you for the kind offer. I will be forwarding my first payment as soon as I…as soon as I…well, I don’t know when I’ll be forwarding my first payment. Perhaps you have a scholarship program for promising students? I’ll update my profile if it helps. And I make a killer banana bread.
And I had to take my son to get 6 stitches in his face tonight, maybe I can get a hardship scholarship or something? Sitting in the ER for 2 hours oughta be worth something, don’t you think?
~karol
oh my gosh!
I’ve been deflowered.
I have a sig now. 
see?
um. someone help a newbie out. why isn’t it sigging me?
nevermind.
d’oh!
No, not particularly.
its cause you weren’t wearing the special rue fan club magic glasses!
Sorry, Rue, just got back on the boards from walking my paws off in beautiful weather here in DownUnder.
Ohmigosh! I’m a pal of the one, the only Rue DeDay? Really?
Gosh. This is just too cool!
I’m all choked up. [sub]sigh[/sub]
I’ve gotta go tell someone about this. Wow. If there’s a badge, put me down for one.
(I’m also, at least as far as I’m concerned, a committed long-distance admirer of the wit that is Rue. Can I get an CLDA notation as well?)
Gosh, bobkitty, that’d be swell. If not, though, you could just describe it. I’m sure that’d do it for me. I’m easy. [sub]Did I say that out loud?[/sub]
Oh, and look! I’m a Rue DeDay pal! And he’s, um…keeping an eye on me. Don’t worry, I’ll be good. Well, not “good” as such, but something like good. Actually, more like flirty. Not toward you, of course; what do you take me for? (And no, the answer is not “all I can get”.) But gosh, how could I possibly restrain myself when it comes to your Special Friends[sup]TM[/sup]? I know, I know, they’re your Special Friends[sup]TM[/sup], but still…
Mmmm, bribery. You gotta bright future ahead of you, kid.
Good morning. If it is morning where you are. When you read this. It was morning sometime today where ever you are, unless you’re in orbit around the sun in a spaceship with one side always pointed towards the Sun. Then you wouldn’t get a morning. Or an early afternoon for that matter.
But if it’s morning where you are, then by all means, “Good morning.”
Or “afternoon” or “early evening” or “night”. Whatever is most applicable. Here, now, it is “morning” so you can see why I said “Good morning” to start with. Now we’re all up to speed, let’s continue. Shall we?
Snickers, maybe this bond of which people speak is related in some tiny, miniscule way to the Great Duct Tape Incident of 1998. Neither of us were Dopers then, but you know how people like to talk. Yammer, yammer, yammer. Some people are like that. They go on and on, even when they have nothing to say. I’m glad I don’t know anyone like that.
I knew you did. I could feel the chemistry between us since the first. The first what, I’m not saying. But it was there.
I’d like to take this opportunity for a little “personal chat” with deep. You can skip ahead to the next part if you want…
deep, as I look deep (?) into your eyes, the rest of the room disappears, (Not really, it’s still there, I just don’t care about the rest of the room at the moment.) and the Universe consists of nothing but us. (Again, not really. There’s still a lot of stuff. Air. There’s still air so we don’t die a horrible death with our eyeballs popping out of our heads. And birds. There are still birds. Everything is still here, but like before, with you, I just don’t care.) Where was I? Oh yeah, looking deep into deep’s eyes. Have you been getting enough sleep? Your eyes are a little red. Why are you gritting your teeth like that? Really, you should relax a little. And you have something in your teeth, too. Spinach? Broccoli? If it’s not either of those, I don’t want to know. But I knew you loved me. How could you not?
OK, everyone can start reading again. Startinnnnnnng… Now!
deb2world, all you have to do is ask.
My Address.
by: Rue Deday
Four score and seven house down from the corner, a pretty good builder brought forth on this street a new domicile, concieved in bricks and mortar and dedicated to the propsition that I should have a place to put my stuff.
If you want to send me stuff, either get a hold of thinksnow, he’ll like that. Bring oil. Or, send it straight off to:
Occupant
1600 Pensylvania Ave. NW
Washington D.C. 20500
Send lots and lots of underpants to that address. OK?
Jester, lay off deepbluesea. She could kick your ass. If you want to be a “cohort”, first I’d have to find a “hort”. Where do you find something like that? The Yellow Pages? The classified ads?
When you take out a classified ad, do they make you wear a suit and tie? If you just have on jeans and sneakers (mmmm… deb2world just in jeans and sneakers…)
What? Oh.
If you just have on jeans and sneakers do you only get a casualified ad?
If you find me a “hort”, of course you can be a “cohort”.
Now this is weird. I’ll got Zap ready to cash in on my untimely death… I mean represent me in court. Bumbazine is going to handle my press conferences. And now Nocturne wants to be my “courtesan”. She says she’s “legal”. So does that mean she’s going to show up at the trial while I lounge in my tropical villa?
Why does everyone assume I’ll be having legal trouble? It’s not like I’m not “Mr. Straight Arrow”. (Man, would that be a sucky comic book. “We now see Mr. Straight Arrow helping a little old lady cross the street. Mr. Straight Arrow finds a wallet on the street and returns it to it’s rightful owner.”)
bodypoet, I don’t get it. Actually what I should say is “I don’t understand.” I do “get it”. Occasionally.
“The World”, “A Tribal Design”. That doesn’t rhyme. What, is it blank verse or something? If it is blank verse, than shouldn’t you not have tattoos. (Or “tatoo” if you want.) It all gets to be too much sometimes.
Bummer about your kid. That reminds me of a story. But I’m not going to go into that right now.
And Shibb’ll probably work something out with you. “In trade” as it were.
Babs, was it good for you? The deflowering, I mean. Was there smoking in the dark afterwards? Or were you too tired to check? Or by “deflowering” do you mean you had your whole garden plowed under to get it ready for Fall?
As long as you’re happy, that’s all I ask. Well, that you’re happy and those last three questions. That’s all I ask. For now.
Ice Wolf, I would never put you down. You don’t put your pals down. It’s all part of the Pal Code. You say good things about them.
Like this: Is that a new blouse? It looks nice. It brings out your eyes.
See? Easy. (Like me. Ha!)
Lindy, whatever goes on between you and my Special Friend bobkitty is between you and bobkitty. I wouldn’t want to come between the two of you. (Now, coming between Snickers and bobkitty…)
I lost my train of thought there.
Was is a Geometry problem? Biology? Social Dynamics? I know! Comparative Anatomy!
No! It was Lindy and bobkitty… Yeah, that’s it. You guys can be friends. But if I hear anything bad, you’ll have to answer to me. Or show me the pictures.
Well, duh! She’s a Chandelier. Don’t you read Profiles?
Good morning, again.
-Rue.
Good morning, Rue! Unfortunately I already finished my first cup o’ joe before I found this update, but I shall scurry over before reading your entire post.
Oh joy, Rue with my coffee (it’s life’s little pleasures, you know)!
Would it be too self-indulgent of me to stop by the kindly lady who is selling Reese’s cups for her child’s middle school and pick up a four pack to scarf down with my coffee? Now if I had some nice, warm banana bread here right now I wouldn’t have to ask these types of rhetorical questions ::cough, hint, cough::, would I, bodypoet?
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by LindyHopper *
**Gosh, bobkitty, that’d be swell. If not, though, you could just describe it. I’m sure that’d do it for me. I’m easy. [sub]Did I say that out loud?[/sub]
Yes, you did just say that out loud, though sotto can sometimes be… ahhh… overlooked. There… that better?
It’s a Nordic Dragon ouroborus… a black dragon coiled in an infinity symbol, biting its tail. The head looks like the dragon from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty… the tat artist colored the eyes in yellow and everything. On one side of the infinity the dragon body has little 'x’s on it, and they’re colored red. The other side has circles and they’re blue. I’m looking for the link to the pendant I took the design from, but The Great God Google isn’t hearing my prayers today. 
Oh… and it’s on my lower back. I agree with body… never put a tat where it’ll sag. Even better, put it in an erogenous zone so the whole process is… let’s say… not quite as painful as it normally would be.
For my next one, I’m planning on something from the Book of Kells… not sure exactly what yet.
There… that help?
-BK