Carry on … (so to speak.)
Saint Sutychus H.M.S.H.
" ‘He is a prince’ , the minstrels sing.
Among men, yes. Among fools he is a king."
Disney Shorts
The Eutychus Papers
Does this mean you go to the book store on Saturday afternoons??
whatever
To continue from Flirting, part 1.
Irishman said:
Sorry, Ijust went to get you a glass of wine. Now, where were we? I believe I was looking into those baby blues and discussing the broader points of double-entendres. As you seem to expect me to perform on command, I’ll have to rise to the occasion. Not hard, given our close proximity and the loveliness of my companion.
By the way, I love your hair. It’s softness is such a delight to stroke. And it smells so wonderfully.
Purplebear replies to that:
Blush Why, thank you so very much kind sir. You are a true gentleman, a flirt extrordinaire(sp?), and handsome to top it all off. Blush Why, I hardly know what to say. You are obviously an expert at double-entendres, and I am quite sure I could never hope to match your fluent use of our fair language. giggles
And, thank you so much for the compliments about my hair. I’m so glad you like the smell, it’s a new shampoo I’m trying. I shall have to get more of it now.
The glass of wine is much appreciated, all this unexpected praise has quite dried out my mouth. And may I add that these baby blues are quite enjoying the view from here of your handsome visage.
<batting her eyes again, slightly more successfully, at him, purplebear is entranced by his accent> Where are you from, by the way? I adore that slight accent.
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Thing1 is waiting for me to show up? :::blushing:::
Once again, I am late to the party…am I still invited? 
Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.
Hmmm… I’ll think I will jump in with both feet. Lets see if anyone bites.
Depends, what’s on the menu?
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
LOL purplebear… I think your easy! grin …looks like im on the menu along with every other guy here… LMAO… just kidding! 
did I ruin my chance? 
No, B_line, you didn’t ruin your chance, YET.
For the record, I am NOT easy. Well, okay, ummm, not THAT easy anyway… what I meant to say…ummm…was…oh, my!
Never mind. :o
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
What are double-entendres if I may be o kind to ask. 
And purplebear, you said you are not that easy, that is not what VB said.
As for me, I think I am a flirt extrodinare!!!
pipefitter, dear, here is the definition of double-entendre:
1.an ambiguity of meaning arising from language that lends itself to more than one interpretation.
2.a word or expression capable of two interpretations with one usually risque.(yes, I know, but I don’t know how to put the symbol on the last e)
an example for you: come on over here, big guy, and let’s talk about whatever comes up between us.
As to what VB said about me: Pbbbfffffttttt!!!
And, yes, dear, you have always been quite the Flirt!
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
I sure can kill a thread, can’t I? Hmmmm. Is it my deodorant? My perfume?
<checking armpits for that you-know, awful smell> sniff No, I took a shower just this morning.
sigh
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
:looking slyly at B_Line12: Only if you ask me nicely.
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
purplebear said:
My dear purplebear, there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect in every way. Well, perhaps you could get a little closer…
(Pipefitter, a double-entendre is a remark that has two meanings. The first is an overt meaning that is usually harmless and straightforward, the second is usually a veiled sexual innuendo.)
Purplebear remarked:
Aw, shucks.
I have an accent? Oh, you must mean this hint of a southern drawl. I spent my formative years in Arkansas, went off to college in Oklahoma, and wound up in Texas. Scary, huh?
So where are you from, my lovely?
(Can’t believe I’m actually talking like this. Glad you can’t see me cracking up.)
Oh, Irishman, so glad to hear from you! Closer I can do, I’ll be right there.
Yes, that southern drawl, I knew I heard a slight one. As to where I’m from, no es importante. I currently live just down the road from you <see houston dopers recongregate thread>. And, scary isn’t quite the word that comes to mind…hehehehe!
So, what shall we talk about now? The birds, the bees, the hot Texas nights?
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
Suddenly I am in the mood to tango. ::Looks around the room for a dance partner::
Any similarity between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
Madame?
[qoute]Once again, I am late to the party…am I still invited?
[/quote]
Oh, Hi! Sorry, I just nodded off a bit. Then I was roused by a Heavenly radiance. I am glad you showed up. So what brings a nice girl like you to a place like this? (original, I know)
John
Then he got up on top
With a tip of his hat.
“I call this game FUN-IN- A-BOX”
Said the cat.
-The Cat in the Hat
<since psycat90 and Irishman seem to have disappeared again>
Yes? I’m right here. Thank you, I’d love to dance!
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
If there’s any tango action going on in here, I want to make sure there is at least a foot of space in between everybody. And no touching! What do you people think this is? A lovenest?
We went right out there and refused to do accoustical versions of the electrical songs that we had refused to record in the first place.
Mullinator said:
That’s not a tango, that’s … I don’t know, but it ain’t a tango.
purplebear said:
Sorry to keep flirt-and-running. I guess I have commitment issues.
Birds have feathers. Bees make honey. Honey, I’ve got a feather to make it with you.
Hmm, sounds really corny.
Psycat, I’d like to tangle - er, tango with you. Tango. Tango. (Remind me to talk to my tongue about these Freudian slips.)
Of course I’m still waiting for Michelle, but I don’t think she’s going to show.