I tried to order the Phoenix, but the idiot on the phone thought I was trying to get a meal for nothing, so I finally gave up.
(c’mon now, take it phonetically…)
I tried to order the Phoenix, but the idiot on the phone thought I was trying to get a meal for nothing, so I finally gave up.
(c’mon now, take it phonetically…)
Yes dear, I told you, you look great, but why don’t we just look in the mirror here and admire MY reflection for another minute or so?
::grabs a wine bottle and gulps straight from it::
Ok LOOK! No no! Wait a second! Let’s take a look at the volume to weight ratio of your average horse in comparison to, say, a wooden pig… now if the Greeks were gonna build a wooden animal to hide soldiers in, wouldn’t an aardvark or maybe a bunny be a better shape?
I swear, couldn’t they have just left chocolates or something? And the thing smells like a giant fart too… whooo. We’ll have to burn it, I suppose.
I was coming to pick it up, but this damn banshee was washing her laundry in my sink, and there was blood everywhere, and by the time I cleaned it all up, I was just dead tired . . .
(Bada-boom! Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week, try the phoenix, it’s great!)
We can’t nix the fee, but you can get the phoenix prix fixe.
Can I get phoenix nuggets please?
Hey, look at this. The last customer must have left it behind.
The tag on the box says “Ms. Pan Dora” but no address or phone number.
Let’s see if there’s something more inside.
It’s baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!
Not me- I like Pheonix, but it gives me heartburn…and its usually overcooked anyway.
All my children have just moved me to tears. That be-yotch with her measly two thinks she’s hot stuff. I’m absolutely petrified.
Hey, could somebody do something about that guy with the lyre? He’s making everyone cry. Even the Furies are depressed. Keeps singing something about Hades stealing his girl.
Hey, could somebody do something about that guy with the lyre? He’s making everyone cry. Even the Furies are depressed. Keeps singing something about Hades stealing his girl.
OK, who asked for the encore?
Yeah, everything’s coming back from the dead around here.
Say… what’s with the pomegranates?
Funny, I thought she was coming back from the dead…until I turned around for a little look-see…
Um…yeah, Bosda, who DID ask for the encore…of a thread last posted to a year ago?
Of all the dead threads that have been “brought back from the ashes” over the years, this is possibly the most appropriate use of such a resurrection.
Very vaguely creepy: This is the one year anniversary of the untimely death of Doper Persephone.
Oooh.
March 2004.
:o :o
My bad.
:o :o
How about an order of crispy fried Chimera Pup with sweet and sour sauce?