Annoncing my poem! You jey!

[Tathagata]

I'm in charge of the shenanigans 'round here babalou.

as long as you have the prerequisite shenanigan nymph costume


babalou?
"Lucy .....you go some 'splainin' to doooooo"

 

[Tathagata]

Have you been lookin' for me? I've been hiding in the shenanigan closet this whole time!

I will send you the shenanigan catalogue and then you can place your order. Stripping and handling are extra btw.


Ah, my slip is showing again. I dunno if it counts as Freudian though if it's entirely on purpose.

who ever heard of a slip on a porpoise?
they go on doll fins, which are figurines produced in Scandinavia

 

[unpredictablebijou]

as long as you have the prerequisite shenanigan nymph costume


babalou?
"Lucy .....you go some 'splainin' to doooooo"

If I get a costume, can i be the evil grand vizier of the shenanigans? I don't want to be in charge, but I love being the power behind the throne.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

If I get a costume, can i be the evil grand vizier of the shenanigans? I don't want to be in charge, but I love being the power behind the throne.

bijou

It all depends on your evil laugh and if you will sign my standard shenanigan nymph 'You are not the boss 'a me' papers before you put on your grand evil vizier costume.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

It all depends on your evil laugh and if you will sign my standard shenanigan nymph 'You are not the boss 'a me' papers before you put on your grand evil vizier costume.

I have a most excellent conspiratorial chuckle, as well as a loud witchy cackle, in my repertoire. And I will gladly sign the papers cause I would never want to be the bossa anybody, since it carries entirely too much responsibility. I want plausible deniability at all times.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

I have a most excellent conspiratorial chuckle, as well as a loud witchy cackle, in my repertoire. And I will gladly sign the papers cause I would never want to be the bossa anybody, since it carries entirely too much responsibility. I want plausible deniability at all times.

bijou

Okay, sounds good. You're hired. That's hired in a 'not really going to pay you anything, kinda way, of course.

Do you want bowing and scraping to your vizier-ness when you enter the boards or will a sudden hush do?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Okay, sounds good. You're hired. That's hired in a 'not really going to pay you anything, kinda way, of course.

Do you want bowing and scraping to your vizier-ness when you enter the boards or will a sudden hush do?

That's just fine - Evil Grand Viziers don't need official payment - they steal secretly from hidden coffers in sub-cellars of the castle. And they stash much of their wealth away in portable amounts that are easily grabbed when they're stealing out the back door during the bloody revolution.

A fearful and intimidated hush in which people try to avoid being fixed by my rapier-like gaze will do nicely, thank you.

Let me know when you'd like corrupt and tempting suggestions whispered in your ear from just behind the throne.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

That's just fine - Evil Grand Viziers don't need official payment - they steal secretly from hidden coffers in sub-cellars of the castle. And they stash much of their wealth away in portable amounts that are easily grabbed when they're stealing out the back door during the bloody revolution.

A fearful and intimidated hush in which people try to avoid being fixed by my rapier-like gaze will do nicely, thank you.

Let me know when you'd like corrupt and tempting suggestions whispered in your ear from just behind the throne.

bijou

I wonder how you knew about the whispering thing. That's alarming and very vizier-like of you. I'll be right back. No, don't get up. Save your strength for my corruption/temptation.

It's just that I left my nymph costume in the sub-cellars of the castle. What? Jingling? No, that's not keys. It's my nymph bells. Sweet huh? Yep. Just some bells...definitely not keys to lock up all the coffers in the basement or anything like that.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I wonder how you knew about the whispering thing. That's alarming and very vizier-like of you. I'll be right back. No, don't get up. Save your strength for my corruption/temptation.

It's just that I left my nymph costume in the sub-cellars of the castle. What? Jingling? No, that's not keys. It's my nymph bells. Sweet huh? Yep. Just some bells...definitely not keys to lock up all the coffers in the basement or anything like that.

No problem. Copied all the keys to everything long ago.

This won't be the first kingdom I've had to sneak out of.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

No problem. Copied all the keys to everything long ago.

This won't be the first kingdom I've had to sneak out of.

bijou

And suddenly, I am wondering if the word kingdom has become a metaphor...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

And suddenly, I am wondering if the word kingdom has become a metaphor...

For "bedroom", you mean?

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

For "bedroom", you mean?

bijou

Uhm, yeah, bedroom. That's exactly what I was thinking. Anything worse than that would reflect badly on my nymph- like innocence.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Uhm, yeah, bedroom. That's exactly what I was thinking. Anything worse than that would reflect badly on my nymph- like innocence.

There are worse things than sneaking out of someone's bedroom? And i always thought I was the biggest pig around...

Just let me know when you'd like your first evil suggestion whispered in your ear, and about whom I should be thinking dastardly thoughts.


bijou
career evil grand vizier

 

[Sara Crewe]

There are worse things than sneaking out of someone's bedroom? And i always thought I was the biggest pig around...

Just let me know when you'd like your first evil suggestion whispered in your ear, and about whom I should be thinking dastardly thoughts.


bijou
career evil grand vizier

Nope there are bigger pigs. Apparently some have taken up residence in my mind.


You can keep them coming at regular intervals and we can spread the dastardly thoughts evenly throughout the masses , I think.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Nope there are bigger pigs. Apparently some have taken up residence in my mind.


You can keep them coming at regular intervals and we can spread the dastardly thoughts evenly throughout the masses , I think.

Here's my first evil suggestion. We've gotten way off track in this thread, and we haven't heard from MTMTVVTM in a while. Challenge him to write a piece of erotic poetry, with his choice of the styles of Whitman, Ginsberg, Byron or Milton. Make the reward an evening with the submissive of his choice, and the punishment for failure being nibbled to death by ducks. Then challenge all others to provide intelligent critique.

Just a thought from the mind of the demon.

bijou

 

[Tathagata]

I wonder how you knew about the whispering thing. That's alarming and very vizier-like of you. I'll be right back. No, don't get up. Save your strength for my corruption/temptation.

It's just that I left my nymph costume in the sub-cellars of the castle. What? Jingling? No, that's not keys. It's my nymph bells. Sweet huh? Yep. Just some bells...definitely not keys to lock up all the coffers in the basement or anything like that.

I thought you said jingling balls and I was all ready to ask ObiBen Wah, the official jingly ball maker where you were hiding them

then I woke up

 

[Sara Crewe]

Here's my first evil suggestion. We've gotten way off track in this thread, and we haven't heard from MTMTVVTM in a while. Challenge him to write a piece of erotic poetry, with his choice of the styles of Whitman, Ginsberg, Byron or Milton. Make the reward an evening with the submissive of his choice, and the punishment for failure being nibbled to death by ducks. Then challenge all others to provide intelligent critique.

Just a thought from the mind of the demon.

bijou

As you wish my grand vizier-dude.

*leaves to search for man-nibbling ducks but not before smackin' Tath The Perverted on the way out*

 

[MTVM]

...a piece of erotic poetry, with his choice of the styles of Whitman, Ginsberg, Byron or Milton.

In Walks a Beauty

In walks a beauty from the night—
Her boundless curves and smoky eyes
His hot desires inflame upright.
Sweet is her aspect and her thighs
And 'tween them is that splendid sight:
A heaven for his oversized!

But first a nip and then a tuck,
Kiss here and there her lovely face
Be gentle now, and with some luck
And good response, she will embrace
And grant him what he wants—a suck
Of his own clearly swelling place.

And if she does it really slow—
So soft, so calm, so eloquent,
The smiles she wins! The things that grow!
Such yells he makes when finally spent!
His mind's at peace with all below.
Her skill in love is sacrament.

 

[Tathagata]

As you wish my grand vizier-dude.

*leaves to search for man-nibbling ducks but not before smackin' Tath The Perverted on the way out*

I always get that name
couldn't I be Large Headed Tath Ogre of Pilsner?
You can still smack me

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Oh, well done, MMVTMTvtm! If her Highness the Nymph is pleased, I believe I will recommend she let you live.

Clearly, though, Tathagata's pushin' it.

hmmmm.

Your eminence, shall I turn my attention to the monkey?

bijou
career vizier

 

[Sara Crewe]

...shall I turn my attention to the monkey?

I am not touching that one with a ten foot pole. I am, however, grateful you did not say 'beat...".


I agree the letter-dude is brilliant. He may live. Actually he can have the deed to the castle and all the riches stored in its innards.

We nymphs live a simple life.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I am not touching that one with a ten foot pole. I am, however, grateful you did not say 'beat...".


I agree the letter-dude is brilliant. He may live. Actually he can have the deed to the castle and all the riches stored in its innards.

We nymphs live a simple life.

Go play, but be back in time for dinner. We're having duck. And I still need you as a figurehead.

I am forming some excellent ideas about penalties for Tath if he continues to lack subtlety about our tendency to jingle internally. It's so hard to find stealth ben-wa balls these days. Let me know if you're interested in more conspiratorial whispering.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

Go play, but be back in time for dinner. We're having duck. And I still need you as a figurehead.

I am forming some excellent ideas about penalties for Tath if he continues to lack subtlety about our tendency to jingle internally. It's so hard to find stealth ben-wa balls these days. Let me know if you're interested in more conspiratorial whispering.

bijou

Has anyone ever told you that you are a very bossy vizier? I mean I suppose it goes with the title but sheesh. I am rather stubborn and contrary nymph so despite wanting to 'go play' instead I will sit and stare at you sullenly from a murky corner of the great room and squish your head between my thumb and index finger.

I am a closet vegetarian btw and I definitely don't do 'duck'...except to tell them how cute they are and feed them pieces of bread.

Are you jingling internally too? Should I take you to the hospital? You didn't swallow the bells again, did you? I thought we had ended the sleepwalking/cupboard night raids by tying you to your bed...


*leaves to go free the ducks before it's too late*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

bowing and scraping

Has anyone ever told you that you are a very bossy vizier? I mean I suppose it goes with the title but sheesh. I am rather stubborn and contrary nymph so despite wanting to 'go play' instead I will sit and stare at you sullenly from a murky corner of the great room and squish your head between my thumb and index finger.

I am a closet vegetarian btw and I definitely don't do 'duck'...except to tell them how cute they are and feed them pieces of bread.

Are you jingling internally too? Should I take you to the hospital? You didn't swallow the bells again, did you? I thought we had ended the sleepwalking/cupboard night raids by tying you to your bed...


*leaves to go free the ducks before it's too late*

My most unctuous, theoretically sincere and seemingly abject apologies, your royal nymphiness. I would never dare to overstep my bounds while anyone was watching. But when you casually give all your holdings to MMVTMMM, then whose evil grand vizier I am becomes unclear...

swallow? no...

It's not the tying me to my bed that I mind so much. It's that so few come to visit me while I'm there...

How can I be the power behind the throne when you refuse to sit there for long enough for me to whisper evil suggestions to you? I can't keep up with you when you're in the woods - I have grown fat on the excessive taxes I'm imposing on the peasants...

your most utterly devoted servant, at least as far as you know,
bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

My most unctuous, theoretically sincere and seemingly abject apologies, your royal nymphiness. I would never dare to overstep my bounds while anyone was watching. But when you casually give all your holdings to MMVTMMM, then whose evil grand vizier I am becomes unclear...

swallow? no...

It's not the tying me to my bed that I mind so much. It's that so few come to visit me while I'm there...

How can I be the power behind the throne when you refuse to sit there for long enough for me to whisper evil suggestions to you? I can't keep up with you when you're in the woods - I have grown fat on the excessive taxes I'm imposing on the peasants...

your most utterly devoted servant, at least as far as you know,
bijou

Nymphs are always watching. We are the big brothers of the forest.

Now, see, I thought you said that as vizier you didn't have any bounds and that you were evil and unprincipled? I accept your apology with the same amount of sincerity which you expressed in your heart-wrenching plea for impunity. Oh, and fyi, I gave away the king and queen's holdings to the witty and brilliant poet. I thought an offer of two contributors copies would be seen as a slap in the face. I moved all my holdings into escrow accounts years ago. I just mooch off the castle now and then when the weather is bad in Caymans.


Oh, dear, you're still struggling with identity crisis huh? Even after all this years in therapy... Why, you are your own vizier, my dear. I have been telling you that for years. Don't let anyone try to wipe away your malignant soul. You have earned it.

I visit you all the time but alas you are always asleep. I should really ease off on the bedtime drugs in your wine, I guess.

Okay, let me check my palm pilot...I can slot you on for a 4:00 meeting behind the throne. So, I should mark that down as 30 minutes of evil suggestions?