[[un tecate del amor!]]
Lo me gusta! - Jill
Un Dos Equis de amor para mi, por favor.
Biggirl said:
“celestina, my love, if you’re so busy why’dja post twice? Get to work, feel better and stop wasting you’re time here at the Dope!”
Thanks for the kind wishes! 
I had no idea I’d posted twice. Ooops. Oh well.
Great poem btw. Quiero un Guiness del amor para mi, por favor.
sturmhauke, I’m not sure what type of beer A&W is, but it’s yours if I ever meet you for real.
It’s root beer. I don’t like beer.
See now, I always wondered why they’d call that beer like substance Tecate since, according to us Puerto Ricans, a tecate is a junkie.
Also, I’d like to take credit for the verse, but it’s actually Robert Palmer. Doesn’t say much for my translating skills that no one seemed to notice.
Sacre bleu!! Oy vey!! ¿Que pasa? We are having this orgy in different langages now?!
I wish to add that I do not wear Armani. Italian =/ Armani.
This thread really has become too silly.
WEll, then tell us more about your suit, Coll.
We need fantasy material here,
No, no, no. My suits are not an issue. Besides, describing my unfortunate obsession with suits will only lead to mockery.
My dear, your suits are now very much the issue.
Jill
(picturing Collounsbury standing before a mirror with a gin and tonic in one hand and four swarthy Egyptian tailors cutting silk and wool, measuring here and there, feeling to see if he dresses on the left or right…)
See, this made me think of Dean Martin.
[[See, this made me think of Dean Martin.]]
I like that image. Who would play Jerry Lewis?
Jeez Col, this thread is 4 pages long. You should be used to it by now.
Jill, I know exactly who should play Jerry to Col’s Dean. Greenspace (or however he spells it)*Hey, lady!
I’m not very familiar with men’s designers. Hmmm. If your suit’s not an Armani, which Italian designer could it be? Collounsbury, please tell us more about your suits, Sweetie. I’m so curious now, and I’m not mocking you. Please don’t be upset with me for openly flaming. I can’t help it. Estoy calor para ti y para tu mente brillante. [celestina se abanica a ella misma] I really don’t picture you as a suit type of guy at all. I see you in a very nice high quality black sweater and black pants that fit your frame well, emphasizing your muscles. [sigh. celestina gets all starry-eyed picturing Collounsbury.] A girl’s gotta dream, you know.
I bet he goes to the Magrib’s Wearhouse.
[giggle]
Hey, sturmhauke, are you feeling another scene yet?
I didn’t know scenes could be felt. Is this some special talent of yours…?
Well, sturmhauke, Sweetie, I feel lots of things, and I’d like to think I’m talented in some things, but “feeling” a scene means: Do you feel inspired to write another Academy Award-winning scene for us?
If you must know, the fabric is Lanificio Mario Regna, and it is tailored. Tailoring is cheap in the Middle East.
I must away, go.
Damn. This thread has been hijacked, international troops stormed it, there was a fierce flirting fight, and as a result, not only the sense of ranting and flaming, but all senses, common, cynical, and otherwise, that was on this board, have been killed. While Ignorance is celebrating a huge victory, the entire SDMB takes a vacation with a virtual jacuzzi party featuring a guy who still won’t take his suit off. All this because of something I started. <Snif>