The British Isles Experience

I am so thoroughly horribly sadly phenomianlly disappointed in you Swampbear. I don’t pee in pools at all! You stop doing that once you’ve owned your own pool. And I have. Owned my own pool I mean. I’m not fessing up to any specific pool peeing episodes at all.

Besides, it was **Ellen-refuses-to-flirt-with-me Cherry ** who brought it up. I’d make sure that she stays out of the water and lounges around in a skimpy bikini instead.

Now I’d probably spill a little beer in there, but that’s kind of par for the course when you have a pool party.

And just for your wild, unfounded accusation, I hope that you stub your toe, swampy. Not just any old toe stub either. An early morning not fully awake cold toes in the bathroom toe stub. The kind that aches for a good 10 or 15 minutes. That’ll teach you.
Brute.

GEEEEZ Wintermute, you trollop! I renounce all other SDMB women, specifically stargazer and you turn around and start rubbing up against Exgineer. That’s it! I renounce you too. From now on I will just nurture my secret lust for another poster who shall go unnamed.

welby! You flatter me!
-Rue. (it’s just too short to sign)

welby the pool peeing accusation was wrong and for that I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. (That’s just like the Prayer of Confession in church, where we say we are truly sorry and humbly repent and ask for mercy, cept I ain’t asking for mercy just being truly sorry and humbling repenting.)

However, I am aghast, appalled, flabbergasted and just all over willied out that you would actually confess to… (gasp!):eek:

SPILLING BEER!

There is no forgiveness for that.

Oh, and since, as you pointed out, Ellen Cherry brought up pool peeing, I think that while she’s at the pool I’ll ask her every fifteen minutes if she needs to go to the bathroom. Maybe that’ll help lessen a pool peeing incident.

So, Welby, does this mean you don’t like the cream cheese and panties thing? ::Puts cream cheese back in fridge:: I just wanted to thank you for renouncing Stargazer. (See? I’m not a total bitch.) Now, if only I could get you to dump that wife. Of course, she scratches your balls, so I don’t really hold much hope. (Didn’t think I saw that thread, did you?)

I was only trying to bolster his ego! He didn’t mean anything to me, honest! I know I’m a flirt, but I’m faithful, baby, honest! There is only you.

How can I make it up to you? I know, I’ll meet you wearing only whipped cream and plastic wrap. Oh, no, on second thought, it’s much too muggy for plastic wrap. It’ll have to be whipped cream only. Or maybe we could play the Lady Cop and the Naughty Motorist. I have the coolest pair of mirrored sunglasses I’ve been dying to try out. Bring your handcuffs. :wink:

Pool peeing is so tacky on so many levels. But I’m not taking any chances. I’ll spend my time in the hot tub. Nobody pees in the hot tub, do they? Do they??

And you don’t have to worry about me spilling beer because I don’t drink the stuff. And we know I’m not about to let any chocolate drop anywhere at any time. So what it boils down to is that I’m a perfect guest - neat, quiet, non-pool-peeing, non-beer-drinking (more for you) non-toenail-painting, non-chainsaw-wielding. Yep. Practically perfect in every way. :smiley:

Ummm… FCM, dear, you do indeed at times practice chainsaw-wielding. Though I would appreciate it if everyone would refrain from chainsaw-wielding and pool peeing whilst partying round the big cee-ment hole in my backyard. And, yes, hot tub peeing does occur. I’m sure somebody has peed in my hot tub. I don’t know who it is, but I’m willing to bet some pee sneaking has happened. There are those people who consider any big container of water they are sitting in is also ok to pee in. I haven’t yet decided whether or not to add no toenail painting to the pool rules. Perhaps I need a focus group to assist in deciding whether or not that is poolside appropriate behavior.

So far the rules are:

Don’t pee in the pool
Don’t spill beer (or any other liquid or solid substances) in the pool
Don’t torment the neighbors wiener dogs (the damn things bark enough as it is)
No launching yourself from the swing into the pool

Now, I don’t see any of those things as too much to ask.

And, no, [sub]welby[/sub] you may not launch yourself from the swing into the hot tub.

Can we launch wiener dogs?

:eek: I’ve been renounced! Well, first time for everything. I guess I’m all yours, Rue! Oh, and welby? Two days later, I’m still chuckling to myself about you making dying bird noises. That’s hi-larious.

I’m Welsh, too, Wintermute! Well, of Welsh descent, anyway. My maiden name is only 4 letters long, and 3 of them are consonants (the same consonant, even!). I figure Welsh is about the only language where you get that. I’ve even been to Wales! I’d love to learn the language, but, well, it’s not terribly useful here in Seattle. It was an awful lot of fun to watch BBC Wales, though. :slight_smile:

I’m with you, Angel Pants – there’s no excuse for spilling beer. Except maybe sex. Yeah, sex is an acceptable excuse for spilling beer, in my book. Sex is an acceptable excuse for a lot of things, if you think about it! Knocking over vases, letting food burn, missing a favorite tv show, missing a party you didn’t want to go to in the first place (which, of course, would not be swampy’s pool party, because we all want to go to that!), etc. Just think of the possibilities! “Sorry, Honey, I couldn’t mow the lawn because we were having sex during the only window of opportunity. Now it’s raining!” “Sorry, Honey, I couldn’t do the dishes because we were having sex.” It’s the perfect excuse!

On preview: swampy, is it okay if I spill water in the pool? :stuck_out_tongue:

So, Rue – wanna spill some beer? :smiley:

As long as you don’t launch them into the pool or hot tub.

stargazer you may not spill water in the pool. It will ruin the perfectly balanced ph of the pool.

Did I mention, I’m thinking of becoming a pool nazi? :eek:

What’d I do to deserve that?

:confused:

Now wait a cotton-picking minute, here! What’s with all this propositioning of Rue? Didn’t you see my post about writing his name and mine inside a little heart? That’s like being engaged, except for him being married and me being married. But I don’t like getting bogged down in details. Nor do I like competition. So the rest of youse wimmins go find yerselfs another stud muffin. I mean it. You don’t want to get me in a huff - it’s not a pretty sight!

dad-blamed over-hormonalized females trying to muscle in on my #1 Special Friend… sheesh…

Geez, between the SDMB hamsters and the ones here at work, I am having the worst time getting this thing to load. I guess it’s time to go home, huh?

FTR, I don’t pee in pools. Or sinks. Only toilets, and the occasional bush.

Nor do I drink beer. I drink water, but I rarely spill it, and never in pools. So, Swampy I’m thinking that puts me in pretty jake with you, right? So I can come over when you get your cee-ment pond open? And, I can do a decent southern accent (Daddy was from 'Bama), so I’ll fit in with the locals when we make a beer run. Even better, I rarely drink, and am never over the limit, so I can drive on that beer run. (Ohh yeeaah, I am in like Flynn!)

FCM, there are a couple dogs I wouldn’t mind launching. Is it restricted to wiener dogs? How 'bout if I offer to paint your toenails?

I’m actually not Welsh, I just thought it was cool that dwyr was. I’m mostly Scot, with some French/Norwegian thrown in on my mother’s side and God-Knows-What on my father’s. My last name is supposedly French, but from our coloring and bone structure, I would hazard a guess that there was a lot of Scot/Irish or other Celt on my dad’s side as well.

One of the things I really like about this board is the many cultures represented here and how much you can learn about the world just by lurking. Post a question, and information comes pouring down on you. (That would be a good thing.)

I have never seen BBC Wales, but am completely hooked on BBC America.

I have relatives in Seattle somewhere. But then, it’s probably pretty safe to say I have relatives in any given city. We are prolific and long-lived in my family. But my Grandmother’s Great-Aunt (I have no idea what that makes me to her) used to live there, and I am pretty sure her children still do. I went to visit her once, when I was about 10. FWIW.

Wintermute
I’m actually in Kentucky (same as Ellen). My name I borrowed from my beloved cat. He got it from a book. According to another poster here it means water and is pronounced something like du-weer. I may have some welsh blood on my Mom’s side of the family but we’ve never gone far enough on the family tree to find out yet. I kinda got stuck in the late 1700s on that one.
Welby
My brother doesn’t make fries, he just sells them. He’s a food broker. You wouldn’t believe how much marketing is involved in the lowly french fry.

Rue
Licorice in all its forms is anathema.
However, I’m quite fond of horehound… :wink:

[sub]I have the strangest feeling that someone is talking about me somewhere[/sub]

Holy monkey crap.

I go away for a couple of hours, and stuff happens all over the Rue thread.

To address stuff in order:

I think Wintermute needs to change her username to PingPongBall.

I think that I’m done with the flirting. It’s been done, and you people are beginning to worry me.

I know nothing whatsoever about Wales.

We are not allowed to pee in Angel Pants’ pool. I’m cool with that.

We are not allowed to spill beer. I’m cool with that too. In fact, I believe beer-spilling should be considered a felony. I’m bringing the gin and tonic water anyway.

We must not disrupt the delicate pH balance of the pool. Uh, can we get into the thing, or is it just off limits entirely?

I just can’t please Ellen, no matter what I do.

I’m starting to get a little conflicted concerning the whole “bickering with welby” thing. On one hand, it’s a lot of fun, but on the other, it tends to make FairyChatMom go into full-bore “Mom” mode. That’s bad. We all like her much better in “FairyChat” mode. Besides, I kind of like welby* and I wouldn’t want some cheap piece of tail to come between us.

Angel Pants wears manly boxers.

dwyr is a hottie. Just thought I’d throw that in here, even though I’m really, really finished with the flirting. Really.

There. I took stuff in order. And I did it in my own order, not some arbitrary order imposed on me by the Man.

*Who said that?

You wish, perv. It’s bad enough you woo my women, now you think you can woo me too? HAH!

You haven’t ruled it out, though, have you.

Rue still has a chance.

Aw, Exgineer! Silly you.

-Ellen. (not welsh)