So… didn’t hoo-ha get his welcome?
Damn skippy!
Hey, Yoohoo, or hoo-ha, or Howdy Freakin’ Doody, or whatever your name is, be sure to send the digitized pics in jpeg and bmp format. sometimes jpeg doesn’t come through for me.
Eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww, poor hoo-ha.
Now get to it guy, and I want a picture too !
Well, I was gonna say that aha might have gotten out of it on a technicality, in that there was no “hello”, but he claims he won the bet even though Cecil called him Hoo-ha, so I guess you’re just SOL, aha.
Send the pix to the email address listed below, please. Thanks!
Without looking it up I believe Cecil’s reply was “a big yo to hooha or whatever his name is.” If we are standing on technicalities… Yo, although an acknowedgement, ain’t hello…
Oh don’t even try to weasel out of it, Buttkisser-Boy. Where I come from (Flint MI), “yo” definitely means “hello.” It also means “goodbye,” and a few other things. I’d bet money that it means the same things in Chicago.
While I never read the original post, judging from the excerpt cited, it seems to me that
a) Yee-hah, or Cheetah, or whatever his name is, promised to perform certain services in exchange for certain valuable consideration. Whether or not the terms of said contract were agreed to and/or fulfilled, Yahoo! did NOT (as I once informed The Loveliest Girl in the World, when she put the camera in the bedroom) involve distributing images of said hallowed event to the hoipolloi (or, in this case “teeming millions”) who could not, in a sainted lifetime, deserve to glimpse the outlines of her divine form.
Since The Loveliest Girl in the World is also darn near the Smartest Girl in the World, and she accepted said argument (I, being Not the Dimmest Guy in the Joint, had always made it clear that I was unworthy of that boon, and prayed loud and public thanks to all available deities for my undeserved good fortune) I see no reason why that lot of you should not as well.
b) Cecil might have a thing or two to say about us viewing his pearly whites (and I don’t mean teeth). Not only are we undeserving, but it would be a singularly inauspicious first photo for a man (if we dare call him such) who so fiercely defends his privacy.
c) But perhaps, in a gesture of magnanimity not seen since The Loveliest Girl in the World Grabbed my tie and (chorting “Don’t be such a bonehead, KP, you’re with me.”) dragged me into the guest bedroom) Ahem! might be persuaded to release a photo of himself drinking a glass of water, that being the one portion of the proceedings he could ethically share.
[Hey, Yo ho ho!, or whatever your name is. If they buy this, you owe me big]
Man, an aged Napoleon really packs a kick, doesn’t it?
No, not me – the brandy!