Ye Olde SDMB Society of Fancy-Pantses and Debutantes

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Good day to you all, gentlemen and ladies alike. I am Sir Jestington Q. Pennywhistle, Esq., founder and proprietor of Ye Olde SDMB Society of Fancy-Pantses and Debutantes. This honorable society, founded in This Year of Our Lord 2003, seeks only the most well-bred and mannered Dopers to aid it in its constant pursuit of idle chatter and vicious gossiping.

As a card-carrying member of the Society you will receive:

-Your very own Society of Fantsy-Pantses an Debutantes monicker, to aid all the lower classes in distinguishing your higher class. You may choose your own name, or I will be more than happy to provide one at your bidding.

-An invitation to the Society’s on-going bottomless tea party, where you can laze about with other society members and talk about the sorry state of affairs of things nowadays, as well as how you would improve things if you could be bothered to step out of your overstuffed chair.

-A monocle, petticoat and cane for the Fantsy-Pantses among us, as well as an evening gown, wig and corset for the Debutantes.

-A Dueling Club Membership Card, which will give you liscence to solve even the pettiest of Board disputes in the fashion of High Society: the duel.

-The ability to shun all those non-society members who attempt to say that they are your…excuse me for laughing…equals. If you find that your nose is inadequate for a satisfying down-looking experience, prosthetic Snoot-o-Matic[sup]tm[/sup] nose enhancers will be provided.

So please, come and sit by the fire as we use our knowledge and dry with to solve the world’s problems, and then hide the solutions out of sheer contempt for those below us. The Society anxiously awaits your RSVP to its invitation.

Warmest Regards and Best Wishes for a Bountiful and Pleasurable Experience in Life Down Which Whatever Road You Choose (But Even Moreso if You Choose to Join),

Sir Jestington Q. Pennywhistle, Esq.
Founder, Ye Olde SDMB Society of Fantsy-Pantses and Debutates

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Please kind sir, sign me up.

Although I must ask: Does “bottomless tea party” imply an endless cup or are we to be without benefit of undergarments?

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I am English, have a posh accent and a private school education. I think I’m a shoe-in, old chap.

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Welcome to the society, the both of you. Your Offiial Fancy-Pants and Debutante monickers, respectively, shall be Whitheric A. Duckfort VIII and Her Lady Francescanson of Lake View.

The “bottomless tea party,” Fancy-Pants Duckfort, refers to the ever-replenishing supply of tea on hand. But, since you seem to have already taken it upon yourself to remove your knickers, I suppose that my clarification is slightly pointless. So by all means, carry on, you free spirit, you.

Now how about some idle chatter. I hear that that rapscallion Coldfire is being accused of being in it with the facist germans again. Some people never learn, eh?

Her Majesty’s Good Graces Upon You For the Rest of Your Days, and May the Duration of the Aforementioned Days be Longer than Usual, not in Hours but in Their Cumulative Value, Thereby Implying a Wish for a Long and Happy Life,
Sir Jestington Q. Pennywhistle, Esq.
Founder, Ye Olde SDMB Society of Fantsy-Pantses and Debutates

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Orange Skinner the Eighth, Countess of Guam and Sometimes Duchess of the Federated States of Micronesia accepts your invitation, with thanks and a charitable donation.

Granted, I’m unfamiliar with the current policy, what with just joining myself, but may I suggest that both meanings should be implicated immediately, if not at once?

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Well, I, Lady ScottiDeNoodge, will deign to join said society when you prove to me that my social stature will be elevated by joining said society.

For instance, I wouldn’t DEIGN to viciously gossip. I mean, it is ONE thing to discuss the evils of our current society and try to figure out a way to SOLVE them and I fully understand that it might be necessary to NAME NAMES…purely in the interest of HELPING, of course… but “RAHLLLY…” vicious gossip is WRONG! of course, discussing that appalling dress that Persephone is wearing…and BTW, what WAS her mother THINKING when she NAMED her THAT? I swan, didn’t she KNOW that people would call her “Persy?” Anyway, discussing that appalling dress isn’t really VICIOUS…it is HELPFUL when people point out that orange isn’t REALLY your color…didn’t your mother ever TELLyou that? Oh wait, your mother named you Persy. Never mind

OTOH, assuming you keep out the “riff-raff” * this means YOU, ** brachyrhynchos**…I mean, your mother named you after a CROW? Now, maybe a nice CANARY, but really…a CROW? Crows CAW, honey, at least canaries SING…just trying to help, you know…* out, I will CONSIDER joining you.

After all, the fire and the tea sound…civilized.

But NO vicious gossip, now, hear?

And you will have to give me that new monicker, too. I am NOT content with the one I have. :sniff:

:smiley:

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Oh, goodie! I should like very much to join the Society of Fancy Pantses. After all, many people have called me a “clever trousers”!

And the duelling card! I’m pretty good with my weapon, don’t you know! Woof!

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I’ll bring my pipe weed, and some tapas, and possibly my new puppy, Bill. He’s respectable, doesn’t go in the house, and never jumps or barks. He may lick your shin though.

If I may, I’d like to bring Mrs. Phlosphr, she loves to philosophize and will be happy to partake of some Peacan Pie.

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Lady Robin of Doors requests entry, to ensure a prosperous future for her progeny, Viscount Aaron of Doors. Of course, like Lady Scotti, I do not engage in idle, vicious gossip, which I feel is beneath the dignity of a Doors.

Sir Airman of Doors also seeks entry. He assumes there will be foxhunts. (For practice, of course.)

Robin

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'Scuse me guv’ners ‘n’ lyedies, boot the word on the docks tells of a boettemless tea party about. Eh?

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Sorry, all ye wee upper-crust laddies an’ lassies, no pants are fancy enough t’ sit well on me own shanks. ‘Tis a kilt for me, an’ no negotiatin’ on that point.

However, I have been known to tool about in quite the fancy sporran…

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I could be obliged to join you all, if Jeeves decides to be a dear and hurries to bring the Rolls Royce around front. You do know, however, that I expect a certain level of…oh…less-than-gauche, witty urbanity amongst those I will be socializing with? reviews the member list thus far Ah, well, they will all do quite nicely, I must say. I shall be on my way as soon as Esperanza fetches my mink stole and Cartier tennis bracelet.

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I dub myself Lord Alexander Cutberth Whittington, and take my place in my favourite overstuffed leather chair and prepare for my marmalade and tea.

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Madam Zoe Chloe von Phithian-Thayer, if you please. If that is too tedious, you may simply refer to me as The Dowager or Your Purple Holiness.

My debut was in 19 (excuse me, cough, cough, cough)

Now where was I?..

Should you consider me for membership, you shall have access to my salon and wine cellars.

If not, please excuse my clumbiness with my cane.

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Oh, yes, please consider me for membership. I have no formal training or expeirence but I am more then willing to learn and have always wanted to be a member of THE in crowd.

I eagerly, but not to eager as I’m sure that would be wrong, await your reply with my new name wait baited breath.

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I would like to put in a formal request for joining Ye Olde SDMB Society of Fancy-Pantses and Debutantes. I believe my qualifications for membership in this society do meet and surpass your requirements, Sir Pennywhistle. I’ll even provide my own corsets and gowns. The wig, however, may be something I’ll be inclined to collect after joining. ::curtsies politely and places out her hand in greeting::
-Indigo-

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Well well well! What have we here? A new club? Ooh! How nice!

And how nice of Lady ScottiDeNoodge to have already given me introduction! Kiss kiss!

*It’s a shame she’s so colorblind, though, really. If she would simply get some contact lenses, instead of using that terribly outdated lorgnette, she could see that my dress is in fact, forest green, and goes remarkably well with my ahem *naturally * auburn hair. *

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How nice to SEE you, my darling!

my dears, you DO see that that dress she is wearing is DISTINCLTY ORANGE, don’t you? It would be beneath me to carp, you understand, but…REALLY…you’d think the girl would just be gracious enough to admit that she is entirely lacking in taste. Really, if a person is crass enough to claim that their hair is NATURALLY auburn, you would think they would do a better job of DYING it so it LOOKED natural, now wouldn’t you? Furthermore, all the BEST people use lorgnette’s…as if I would be tacky enough to use CONTACTS!

<<kiss kiss>> to you TOO, my love!

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I would like to join the society as well. As for the duels, I am very adept with a pistol and equally adept with a bow and arrow. Take twenty paces, turn, and pluck yew.

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Hey, is this where the Ye Old Whatever Meeting is? flounces in and curls up in a comfortable chair