:reads contract before signing it: Soul…soul, I’m white I don’t have any soul…I guess I will let her have it…:signs in big loopy messy handwriting:
Keith
Pandora (who has nothing to lose at this point)
happily signs her waivers and applications for Tater’s long distance match making service.
I also wish Shayna and Spiny Norman all happiness 
It’s so nice when good things happen to good people.
-pandora
Yeah, but you haven’t tried to fix me up yet - now that would be an achievement! 
Was some sort of dark chocolate thingy with an apricot and creme filling. Yummy. Plus, I think the apricot has some vitamin C in it, which makes it much healthier than my usual breakfast of coffee coffee coffee.
I will be thanking Thomas and Jill daily until the chocolates run out, which should be sometime tomorrow. 
Shayna & Snormy, as much as I’d like to take credit for bringing the two of you together, all I did was tell you two the truth about each other. You did all the hard work of being adorable and irrisistable.
I think you oughta buy him a friend for Poofy…I heard she’s lonely. 
God, I love that pig, she’s brought so much joy into my little life. Plus, that way you can make Snormy ask if they have one in the box, that’s always fun.
Odie, thanks for the soul, I’ll start looking tonight.
Pandora, what sort of guy are you looking for? I’m all out of Danes, but I’m sure we can find you something just as good. A Swede perhaps?
Ruadh, bwahahahahaha, missy! You do know I’m making a little trip to Dublin in June, right? I’m sure in between giving Cubby pointers on picking up wimmins, I can find the time to set you up on blind date after blind date. :::evil cackle:::
tater, not even for you (let alone for Cloggie) am I entering that store to ask for inflatable animals again. No way. Never. Buying Godivas is one thing, entering stores that prominently display teddybears in full bondage gear is quite another. Nope. Won’t happen. We’ll have to find osmething a little more refined for Jasper, and that’s that.
But still, I thank you for pointing my beloved Jill in my direction.
I most certainly recall entering Coldie’s living room and have this amazingly beautiful redhead launch herself at me. And I remember a lot of not-so-discreet maneuvering to sit next to her as often as possible over the next days, the looks across crowded rooms - sigh. Most of all, I recall the kiss on the canal boat - how what was complicated 1 second ago just became so very simple.
Jill, my love, I’ll hold you again, soon. I so miss you.
S. Norman
Poofy ain’t lonely, taters. As a matter of fact, she got a good seeing to last n… errr. Heh. I bathed her last night, yeah, that’s the ticket.
[sub]Well, I had to bathe her eventually, so technically, I’m not lying.[/sub]
ruadh, my dear: a lady as charming as yourself doesn’t need a matchmaker![sup]1[/sup] But then, if you’re the lazy type, I’m sure taters will sort you out as well.
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[sup]1[/sup] = By no means am I suggesting that the lovely Jill did need a matchmaker. I’m not so sure about Thomas, though.
Gotta hand it to you: well put. That’s exactly what it’s like. 'Course, it’s been a while since I myself had one of those “first contacts”, but still. I have the memory of an elephant.
Coldie, that picture is SO wrong. You standing there in full racing apparel with kneesliders and the aerodynamic humpback, wearing your cool Ray Bans, while the instructor rolls out a battered, bruised and dented, mainly blue, throttled-down 34 HP Suzuki 1994 GS500 and starts to explain the whereabouts of brake and clutch. Nah.
We’ll have to find you something more appropriate. You may start worrying.
S. Norman
After I read that footnote, Coldie, you may start worrying a lot… 
S. Norman
FAO: The Lucky Dane and the Lady,
I’ve been quite lately but have been lurking around and didn’t quite know where or even if I should post something like this about people I’ve not met but here seemed like an okay place.
I almost made it to Amsterdope , but the fates conspired against me. I figured however that I knew what I would be missing. I guessed that a weekend of licentiousness, debauchery and overindulgence was on the cards (just like it is any time Twisty arrives somewhere new J ).
Didn’t figure I’d miss out on meeting a grenade wielding ducati driver and someone trying to blind himself in a gutter (what the hell was all that about anyway?) not to mention Turkish TV.
It would appear though that I missed a little more than that. I missed out on witnessing the start of something special. I hear second hand reports and divined what I could from cryptic posts from “people in the know” and its fairly obvious that all the clichéd talk of cosmos colliding and two people fated to be together were started by people who knew people like the two of you.
Now I’m something of a cynical sort. I can take only so much gushing mush before I start to question the motivations and intelligence of the folk doing it. This time it seems a little different. When you talk about each other there seems to be a genuine, good and frankly very sweet amount of admiration, respect and love.
The whole story is a heart-warming tale and one that could make even the most cynical of observers give a little “ahhh!” and perhaps even pine a little for want of the feelings you two are lucky enough to share.
You two have a duty now.
You must set the world alight and accomplish magnificent things. You need to find a new depth of feeling for each other every day and strive always to increase the love you have. You must make SO’s the world over whine “why don’t you do things like that?” .You must go about building a stock of wonderful stories your grandchildren will actually like to hear.
Most importantly you must do all of this for me.
Otherwise I will have been wrong.
That is not something the world is ready for.
Congratulations you two and Good Luck.
hmm… decisions decisons…
you wouldn’t happen to offer an international sampler pack would you?
Anything you would offer must be better than my choices here… I guess I should let the worldwide tater make such decisions.
-Pandora
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Damhna, that was beautiful. And I agree with every word, of course. Best wishes to the two of you, but I don’t think you’ll need them!
(and Coldie, thanks for the vote of confidence, but quite frankly I need all the help I can get :))
What if Shayna asked? Oh c’mon you gotta take her to the Reeperbahn when she visits Hamburg! It’s the best part after the Dom and Molly Malone’s.
I am awaiting photographic proof that Poofy is indeed okay before I can rest easy. You simply don’t understand what she means to me! And in a way, she brought Thomas & I closer together which made it easier for me to hype him to Jill, which made her more receptive to his charms in A’dam, which led to me getting chocolates. Dammit, we should be thanking Poofy just as much as anyone else!
Damhna that was very beautiful. Now I’m all weepy and not just because of Poofy. [inside joke]Heh, I wonder if they’ve RIBBITED yet[/inside joke]. Good, now I’m not weepy anymore.
Wow this is a long post…must run off and fortify myself with choccy!
Mmmmm…cherry cordials go great with Schwaben Brau.
Pandora, it just so happens I do have one, but you think I’m going to just give them up?!?!
Ruadh, you know the simplest thing would be for you to just start dating Cubby…
Nah, I’m much too old for him
(although just between you and me, my friends who met him last weekend thought he was “very cute”!)
Damhna, you sure have a way with words mate. Chapeau!
And ruadh, cut the modesty already, will ya? If the circumstances were different, I’d do you in a heartbeat. So there.
I’ll keep it between you & me, we wouldn’t want to swell that cute little head of his.
And Coldy, we both know Ruadh doesn’t need a hook-up, but if she’s willing to let me have my fun and do it, then who am I to object?
FTR: I am still working on the top layer of chocolates. I am being a very restrained tater indeed.
::Checks birth cert::
::smiles::
AHEM.
And all the best to all the lovebirds.
No no, I would never ask you to “give” them up… I was thinking more of a barter…
You see I live near this lovely little factory where they make Godiva Chocolates. We have outlet stores
So, what would you like m’dear Tater?
-Pandora
I used to think of myself as something of a world-weary cynic myself, but what has happened here has taken me with surprise. I wouldn’t have thought it possible.
I should’ve thanked you earlier, but having been a bit out of the loop - Sardinia, where I’ve been trying to make a pre-planned hiking trip pass as fast as possible, is regrettably underequipped, Internet-wise. (Make that infrastructure-wise, but I digress…)
We will do our damndest to achieve magnificent things - by my humble standards, what we have now is pretty magnificent already - and I think it’s fair to say that we’re falling more and more in love with every e-mail, every phonecall, every silly word.
And in just two days, I’ll be in LA and holding my precious love in my arms again.
Damhna, friend, thanks for your words and your faith in us. And thanks to the other good people who’ve wished us well. We will certainly try to live up to it.
S. Norman
Shitgirl and Spiny? In Amsterdam? Really? I didn’t even notice.
First the orgasm induce fish slapping, and now this!?!?! Good hell LC, who would have guessed you were such a romantic?
Where do I sign up, girl? I’m more than a little bored with these U-taaaaaw guys. Feh
Purdy please find me someone good (and I do mean that in ALL senses of the word ;)) and not only will I send you a box of Godiva, but Kinder Eggs from my coveted secret stash I brought back from Europe.
About my future stag party. . . Will there be male strippers, beer, and buffalo wings? I mean, there HAVE to be male strippers, beer, and buffalo wings! Maybe some tortilla chips and salsa? Of course, male servers in g-strings and bow ties will need to be there to poor the drinks, lick the BBQ sauce off our fingers and wipe the slobber off the floor.
tater - I know this post was meant for Shitna, but feel free to use it when hookin’ me up. Kidding! I mean, what would I do with TWO?
Oh Gawd!
Must. . . Go. . . Now. . . .