Just remember: if either of you are caught or captured, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.
your humble TubaDiva
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Ike and Eve were the original couple who the characters of Riff Raff and Magenta from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” were based.
Actually, Bri, I woke up this morning and realized the whole troll thing was just a bad dream.
Uke shot J.R., too.
Eve secretly envies Daisy Duke’s shorts.
SuaSponte *publicly * envies Daisy Duke’s shorts.
“Ukulele” Ike actually plays the mandolin. Everyone’s felt too embarassed for him to correct him on the name.
I hear Ike likes to pee on Cheerios!
It was a joke, people. Jeez… Do I HAVE to use fucking smilies next time?!? :rolleyes: (Yes, that’s a smilie denoting sarcasm brought on by exasperation).
Satan, don’t; I repeat DO NOT use smilies.
I’m beggin’ ya.
Let the chips fall where they may, and if nobody gets it, t’ellwiddum.
Here’s a rumor: He’s not returning.
Like all rumors, it can only be refuted by the subject.
That should last you long enough.
I heard Eve was the reason both Eric Roberts and Mickey Rourke’s careers fizzled after “Pope of Greenwich Village.”
Catrandom
The guy we’ve met at various doperfests is not Ukulele Ike. In reality, Ukulele Ike is an extremely intelligent but somewhat sociophobic columnist for the alternative press.
Eve is Ed Zotti’s, uh, other personality. When “she’s” not posting here, you can find “her” in the upscale hotel bars in Chicago looking for companionship but not sharing “her” secret until the very last moment.
Is that true about eve? I thought Ed was also Cecil. How many names should I look for? Do they talk on different subjects, or what’s the deal?
Hah! I should’ve known that that manhattan fellow was clever enough to see through that pathetic boob I send to the Doperfests!
Cat: No, there’s only one Cecil Adams. He has, however, consulted me, Ukulele Ike, on the relative stiffnesses of saxophone reeds. And asked for my recipe for Welsh Rabbit.
I thought Ukelele Ike was the Samoan word for Yanni
I’m usually against pointing out typing errors, but this one’s funny. Or maybe it’s correct? What kind of stuff does Ike put in those romance novels, anyway? Are Harlequins a ‘gateway’ medium for harder drug literature?
Mail me a dollar and I’ll tell you. One tries his best to subvert from within.
I noticed the typo too, and had a merry giggle over it, but Arnold Dubya have a Gentleman’s Agreement; he doesn’t point out mine, I don’t point out his.
Ike died while mixing pop rocks and coke. He also knew why pigeons bob their heads when they walk, but the secred died with him.
Eve is not her real name. He real name is Eve reversed.
I think that Ukelele Ike actually writes those cheesy Hollywood columns that highlight anything that might be of interest to the readers so that they can just skim through to the stars that they want to hear about.
–Tim
Here’s the true story of Ukulele Ike as I was told by my best friend’s (she heard it from her mother’s sister’s cousin’s grandmother’s doctor, so I know it’s true)…
Ukulele Ike was a fairly above average guy until the day he received the email tiki god. He failed to pass this email on to even one friend, so he was cursed with bad luck.
This luck proved to be very bad, though at first he thought everything was fine when he picked up that gorgeous woman at the bar that evening. Things took an ugly turn, and he woke up in a bathtub filled with ice. Fortunately, he had his cell phone on him, so he could call 9-1-1, since both his kidneys had been removed.
Ike only survived this surgery because he was able to send out an email requesting everyone pray for him, and because his 1 month old nephew sang him “you are my sunshine” while he was in the hospital.
However, this whole experience left Ike very bitter, so he began leaving hypodermic needles with the AIDS virus in pay telephone coin slots, and others, full of heroin, in ball pits around the country. In order to get to all these ball pits, he got jobs at McDonalds and KFC, where he fried up all sorts of things - rats, hairballs, cockroaches - and served them to unsuspecting customers.
One afternoon he was so angry and the only place he had to vent this anger was at his neighbor, so he picked up the neighbor’s dog and put it in the microwave “just to see what would happen.”
Eve’s story is much more tragic, but we’re glad she survived that meeting with the maniac last summer…and the repairman that tried to warn her is recovering nicely.
Ike pushed Wally.
Oh, c’mon. Wally would have laughed. Is laughing. Whatever.
Not funny, Navarchus.
Not funny at all. Apologize, please.
This thread actually made me laugh, even coming back to work after a four-day weekend to find piles of work in my in-box! Who’d a-thunk I’d become a Threadspotter?
“Her covert mission is to eventually bring about the collapse of various banana republics and install US-friendly dictators in their stead.”
–You’re close, Dave. My covert mission is actually to bring about the collapse of various Banana Republics and install Lord & Taylor’s.