HEY! Those were my special thinksnow underpants!! They were my favorite! ::glares at Shibb:: You did that on purpose, didn’t you? ::glances down:: And who the heck painted this smiley face here? Why is it wearing real glasses? What on earth was IN that gin and tonic? Man, and I thought Vegas was bad…
Oh, hey there Hamlet. Vegas was fun. Got molested by some old guy, got to see Elvis leaving the building, went to the Star Trek bar, won $15, barely slept. Overall a good trip. Thanks for asking! Wanna see pictures? I have pictures. They’re neat. Where are you going?
::starts a conversation with bobkitty’s private parts**::
So, you’re new around here, aren’t you? What do you think of the party so far? Pretty wild. Say, you’d best get out of there before that lady wakes up.
'Lo Zappo, Not much. We’re just sitting here doing quality control on this 30 gallons…errr…27 gallons of Scotch, to make sure it hasen’t gone bad or anything. I did learn something new today, it’s not a good idea to try to put out a burning doghouse by throwing Scotch on it. We ended up using Rue’s car to push the whole thing into the pool.
So anyway, what’s new with you? I haven’t seen any Vermont quarters yet, have you?
Yeah Rue, it is homemade haggis, only I ran short on sheep innards so I substituted andouille sausage. Gives it sorta a Cajun/Scottish flavor, I think.
If you like that I’ll make some of my famous sweet and sour lutefisk for ya’ sometime.
Oh, yes, um, well, bobkitty, I guess I got a little carried away with my paintings. Sorry about that. You might want to leave the sunglasses on for now, seeing as how it’s the only thing you’re really wearing from the waist down.
I originally had made quite the work of art on your other side. A natural scene with gently sloping hills and valleys… but as you can see from the wet paint marks on the sofa, it’s a lot more impressionistic now. Easy come, easy go.
:: Hands acrylics to Shibboleth :: here, Shib, see if you can’t finish this up. I’m thinking racing stripes might be appropriate. Or maybe just paint her toenails if she keeps glaring at you like that.
Now, as for our bug infestation, I think I have the solution. The roosters I brought in happen to be free range chickens, and are great at pecking at bugs. No matter where the bugs might be hiding, they’ll hunt them down and peck until they’re all gone. Yessir, you’d be hard pressed to find better peckers anywhere. [sub]Hey, stop looking at me that way – OK, what’d I say now?[/sub]
pauses conversation long enough to pull Creaky out of bushes
CREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…
Hey, niiiiiiice, Creaky. lets try that again!
sticks Creaky back into bushes and pulls…
CREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…
really livin’ up ter ya name, now, aintcha?
as it is, i think this place is getting kinda weird, what with a painted-pants Bobkitty and Rue DeDay’s underpants beetles running wild and everything. think i’ll stick around and see what else’ll come up…
Nope, Bumbazine, I haven’t seen any Vermont quarters either. Guess they’re being hoarded somewhere else. It’s a shame that you weren’t able to stop the doghouse in time and had to follow the doghouse into the pool with Rue’s car. But that’s OK, I’ll be glad to loan him one of my Cadillacs until the upholstery in his car dries out.
Mmmm…Cajun haggis, you say? Sounds good. I’ll have a slice. And maybe some of that 27. . .26. . .25. . .24. . . oh hell, just give me a Scotch before you guys drink it all.
::bobkitty falls into helpless giggles at Thunderbunny’s amusing wordplay::
Very cute. And I’m sure it was a very nice landscape… too bad no one had a camera.
I’m having a terrible, terrible craving. Hey, Rue, d’ya happen to have any of those Bullseye candies around? You know, the chewy ones with the white stuff in the middle? I love those. Could just suck down dozens of them. I’d really like to have a few right now… [sub]Huh? What did you say? Re-read that? Oooooh… nah, I’ll just leave it, thanks.[/sub]
::bobkitty wanders off toward the kitchen to raid the cabinets::
I like to take the candy into my mouth and stick my tongue through the hole. I wiggle it araound and around until I have all the creme coating my tongue. Then I suck and suck the caramel, the sweet goodness mixing with the creme…
Mmmm… bullseyes…
(Thanks a lot bobkitty, look what you’ve started now.)
-Rue.
::bobkitty bounds out of the kitchen, neatly pouncing on Superdude and knocking him to the floor. Gazing down at him, she smiles mischeviously::
Somewhere, you say? Are you ticklish by any chance?
::bobkitty begins searching Superdude’s pockets, tossing their contents behind her::
Oh, and Rue? It ISN’T my fault. I simply pointed out that there was something I wanted [sub]watch out for that set of keys I just tossed[/sub], and you as a good host must provide [sub]sorry about that… didn’t mean to hit you with that little black book…[/sub] for the needs and wants of your guests. Just because YOU chose to turn things around [sub]What the hell is this?[/sub] doesn’t mean you can blame me. Now, if you wanna be useful, help me flip Super here over.
Well, dear celestina as this is not Real Life[sup]TM[/sup] ([sub]Shhhhh don’t tell anyone[/sub]) I can, and would be honoured too, dance anything you like
Awwwww, but Super… they’re all warm and smooshy and melted and stuff! That’s no good! I want HARD bullseyes! Here, gimme and I’ll stick them in Rue’s freezer for a bit…
