Oh, My Freaking God! (Looong!)

Well, that depends, Dave. (lowers eyes demurely & looks up through lashes) How far south were you planning on slurping?

See what happens when you talk about tying knots with your tongue? Double posts. All your fault.

::puts on DJ hat:: … cue TLC’s Red Light Special

*" … I’ll let you touch it …
if you like to go down.

I’ll let you go further …
if you take the southern route …"*

::notes that slurping is not a terribly sexy word::

whimper

Boy Howdy! add a little alcohol, a little body licking, a little Major Dave and Rocky Flirting … and a Dog to a thread, and it just Takes Right Off, with a whole New wind! Amazing what adding a really good Dog will do for a place!!!

Ooh! Yes, ma’am.

:smack: D’oh! I’ve read about that. It sounds like a great time. Bring the digital camera; we want illustrated reports!

Wow! A double shot. Excellent! How far? Well, I’d kinda like to see where the drip point is, and start from there. If that’s all right with you.

:smiley: Well, no, it’s not very elegant. But, it’s deliciously dirty-sounding, don’t ya think?

umm … could this have possibly been phrased another way? :wink:

*curls up on the sofa and tests out ‘slurping’ himself, instead of ‘licking’ himself … yup, better sound!

ponders … I’m not so sure I’m in all that much of a hurry for that magic kiss from a babe, that will turn me back into the ‘prince of a man’ I once was, this dog thing… has some good parts … ummmmm parts …

Well, dear one, the first thing we would need to do would be to get rid of all these people. As I do NOT do the group scene. But I refuse to be the party pooper, so let’s keep the Henry Louis Tres in the glasses, huh? And instead, you can tell me more about your stem twisting abilities…
roch, TLC should be switched for something…well…good. sorry. Pink FLoyd comes quickly to mind… “Shine on You Crazy Diamond,” or quite possibly Led Zeppelin’s “cashmere,” hard to concentrate just now, can’t think why…

anyway…who needs a refill?

Wyatt, or Rocky- could one of you sweet boys pull the blinds? I would be terribly embarrassed if anyone were watching- why, our reputations could be tarnished!

Thank you. Now could someone please hand me that empty champagne bottle?

spins

Bullwinkle and Rocky flirting?

Much better. But you might get tossed outside for calling Dave Bullwinkle.

Bear and squirrel flirting?

OH… unabashed flirting WITH D.Bear and Rocky, by the hot, intelligent attractive babes!!!

THAT’s what you meant! scratching ear

LOL,

Wyatt, that was too good!! But I think you’re sleeping on the porch tonight…

hmm … Cashmere … yep, got that. Does this mean I have to stick around as DJ? I mean, the lovely Psalex is going to get lonely playing with the pup.

hops off sofa and heads back to the bar, slipping his head through the little loops on all the little teensy little casks, and carrying the ‘refills’ around the room, to where they belong
Yup, amazing what the addition of a good dog will do for a story line!

Who’s lonely? I’ve got Davebear-

I first read that as ‘bear and squirrel fighting.’ LOL. :smiley:

Guess I can stop running now. Whew!

I got no problems with that. I’ve been promoted to Major. :wink:

Told ya’.

Hmmm…did I mention the private back room? Not even the dog is allowed back there. Only special guests, by invitation. Oh, and I can only do the cherry stem thing if I’ve plucked it out of a woman’s body. It’s a psychological thing, I guess.

Well…some of your reputations, maybe. It’s only going to embellish mine. shrug

Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a Wyatt outa my hat!

Hehehe. That’s how I got stuck being a bartender for 21 pages in the SnS thread. Thanks for volunteering. :smiley:

Well, everyone loves a good shaggy dog story, don’t they?

Hmmm…a woman who won’t let me do a body shot in public, or one who can also tie cherry stems in knots…I suppose both is out of the question?

Naw… all those places closed down, got hard to get any decent bets on the bear, in those joints. The squirrel couldn’t land much of a punch, but the little guy was so fast, he always ended up winning decisions … on points.

Wow. Talk about Oh, My Freaking’ God
And now, the husband is asking why I’m blushing :smiley:

Hmmm…to be continued.