You kicked out of a boozer?
::swoons in disbelief:::
Nah, I got three titties all DDDs. You should see those tassles twirl!
Now THOSE are some “bigguns” for sure!
Yes, I should.
No, his writing would have been more precise.
I stand corrected…
Well, you know, if a Harpy is good enough for Hannibal The Cannibal, then its good enough for me.
Now I’m picturing some kind of World War II bomber.
Well, like, you know, I did offer ignoring it as one of my options but she just wouldn’t let up.
I was thinking more of the Ford Tri-Motor.
I didn’t say this and you never heard me because this whole conversation never occurred; but one of my secret, grubby little pleasures is sometimes carrying a Harpy. It’s exactly the same enjoyment that one gets out of popping down to Zabar’s for paté while wearing one’s Burberry track suit.
…and I was thinking of breasts… sigh…
“Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt-it is so big.”
I am always amused by people who buy products made by a brand which became famous for making an entirely dissimilar product. Like buying a Lamborghini laptop. I mean, what the fuck? I’ll take one of those Faberge Plasma TVs, and a Victoria’s Secret desk lamp please! But at least you’re still getting some conspicuous consumption-y status value out of the product if the brand if obvious (as with the aforementioned laptop). But Prada shower gel? That’s just pure insanity.
The guy I’m talking to on my Nintendo cellphone says you suck, Parker.
If that was true, you would at least have some serious geek cred.
My very first pair of eyeglasses were Nintendo brand. They even came with a little snap-case with Mario on it. I carried that case on through to college and beyond, just to make sure my parents wouldn’t accidentally throw it out. It sits on an unseen shelf in my closet gathering dust, but if I ever found I had lost it, I’d be on the phone with my sister right away, trying to get hers.
(My precautionary efforts may have been misplaced, though… In the end, it was my Nintendo that my parents ended up accidentally throwing out.)
I grow concerned that the OP has not returned.
Did we (well, y’all, really, as this is my first post on this thread) perhaps offend his high society sensibilities? Do smells travel over the internet? I biked to work today, perhaps my offensive manliness overpowered him … retroactively?
O please come back Riddle Diddle Do, do. We need your insights into etiquette and personal hygiene.
I suppose he just wandered in from The Rest of the Internet, and did not find this place to his liking, what with all the grammar and lack of lols and stuff. I’m crushed, CRUSHED, I say.