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I can't control my urges I have to run and streak
baring all to eyes that gaze and jaws that drop in awe

*blame bj she's a bad influence on me*
 
I meant Homb paying out to come visit your ass!!

I've had ass pay me to come out to see it, and I've paid to visit ass. I've found that both can be enjoyable and useful, for different reasons.

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I only vaguely ever made it out to the list fields. My interests were/are in gaming and dance and bardic. If I had the time and money to put into the hobby, I might get into the archery or fencing, but heavy weapons just wasn't/isn't for me.


:cool:

I've put more time (over the years), energy, and money (books) into gaming than I ever did in the SCA, but the SCA sure does tend to eat intense chunks of your life like nothing else.

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I was "married" to the SCA for about 7 years. Love the clothes, hate the politics.

bj

Yup. Loved the fighting, hated the politics. REFUSED to kneel.

It's pathological.

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Patrick Daniels, formerly of the Barony of Marinus, Kingdom of Atlantia, at your service...

:cool:

Argylle MacDuin, formerly of the Barony of Tir-y-don, Kingdom of Atlantia.

I've played with some of them Marinus boys. Good times. I actually got to hang out with some of my old SCA friends. I gotta admit that I miss the people. If I could hang out with them sans politics, I would.
 
I can't control my urges I have to run and streak
baring all to eyes that gaze and jaws that drop in awe

*blame bj she's a bad influence on me*

For your kinky little urges don't blame the b
I only stand as proof that there's no law
except the one to turn the other cheek.

So turn it, doll, and let the Hat-boy match
his handprint on the other side the same...


your turn.
 
I can't be punished any more.

Pause.

I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for her to whistle me.
 
I can't be punished any more.

Pause.

I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for her to whistle me.

You put your lips together, says the dame
whose eyes and mouth charmed Bogey instantly,
and blow, she says, whose meaning's not the same
as leave, but rather stay, seductively.

The poor rhyme may be punishment, but that's nothing I can help.

bj
 
I can't be punished any more.

Pause.

I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for her to whistle me.

Tz sighting! :)
i'm updating my ipod and imagine, finding this in there. you instantly came to mind.


Homburg, he walked into that one, didn't he?;)
 
Tz sighting! :)

I know, right? That deserves a w00t or something.


The Wharton School guys are still working me over. Get in line.

They really don't look all that kinky to me. But then, you never know about those moneyed white guys. All sorts of pent-up frustration, and then there's the whole British boys' school thing...

Long as you're in the kitchen, though, check the fridge. I left a very sexy fontina and some Gewurtztraminer in there as Tzara-bait.

bj
 
There are always more ways to punish. One must merely be a mite creative.

he scares me when he talks like that

punish?
a word that
theres no need to say
its better for all
if we just
obey


*now back to the prison that is schoolwork*
 
The Wharton School guys are still working me over. Get in line.

Why would I want to punish you? You seem to be a pretty good bloke.

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he scares me when he talks like that

punish?
a word that
theres no need to say
its better for all
if we just
obey


*now back to the prison that is schoolwork*

I like that.

*feels warm and tingly*

Have we ever discussed the Panopticon? Bentham designed it as a combination school/prison/insane asylum. He saw the three institutions as functionally the same insofar as most of their needs were concerned. Interesting comment on the concept of education...
 
They really don't look all that kinky to me. But then, you never know about those moneyed white guys. All sorts of pent-up frustration, and then there's the whole British boys' school thing...
Speaking as a formerly kind-of-moneyed white guy, I must say I am, well, not offended, but kind of depressed about that.

The pent-up frustration thing? Well, yeah, but what does that have to do with the economy?

And I think I already worked out the British boys' school thingie with my fascination for AC/DC. (Please. No comments about their name. I like the music, hey?)

What was that? They're not British? (Sorry, UYS, English?)

Oh.

Well, at least they're loud, God bless 'em. :)

Long as you're in the kitchen, though, check the fridge. I left a very sexy fontina and some Gewurtztraminer in there as Tzara-bait.

bj
Yes, yes. I found that. I'm now following the trail to where that box of rosemary crackers I left in the cupboard actually ended up.

Interesting trail. :rolleyes:
 
Speaking as a formerly kind-of-moneyed white guy, I must say I am, well, not offended, but kind of depressed about that.

The pent-up frustration thing? Well, yeah, but what does that have to do with the economy?

And I think I already worked out the British boys' school thingie with my fascination for AC/DC. (Please. No comments about their name. I like the music, hey?)

What was that? They're not British? (Sorry, UYS, English?)

Oh.

Well, at least they're loud, God bless 'em. :)

Yes, yes. I found that. I'm now following the trail to where that box of rosemary crackers I left in the cupboard actually ended up.

Interesting trail. :rolleyes:

I love rosemary crackers. I just can't seem to get all of them in my mouth. I need to stop eating and talking at the same time.

I missed work today due to a migraine. Oh, and I just slept for like 18 hours. I feel like am a pod person now or something.
 
I love rosemary crackers. I just can't seem to get all of them in my mouth. I need to stop eating and talking at the same time.

I missed work today due to a migraine. Oh, and I just slept for like 18 hours. I feel like am a pod person now or something.
My favorite rosemary crackers are actually Made in Canada.

Right now, I would so move up to your territory 'cept for the income thing (my Large Company pays differentially based on Where One Lives) and I really, really don't want to know anything about hockey. Really.

Oh. And how are you, Ms. Crewe? :)
 
My favorite rosemary crackers are actually Made in Canada.

Right now, I would so move up to your territory 'cept for the income thing (my Large Company pays differentially based on Where One Lives) and I really, really don't want to know anything about hockey. Really.

Oh. And how are you, Ms. Crewe? :)


Come. Come to the North Side.

Better now, thank you Mister Tz. :)

My favourite crackers are called wisecrackers. Get it. Yeah. I'd like 'em just for the name but they taste really good too.
 
Ahem. I can reconsider that punishment concept, y'know.
I seriously doubt you can punish me in any way comparable to the lashing I've received in the last few days from our "market" economy.

Nor do I think you want to try.

Nor do I want you to try. You're, like, occupied, right? Better things to do?

So I will retire, ungracefully, to bouncing empty brandy bottles off my head.

Ouch! (Swing...) Ouch!
 
I seriously doubt you can punish me in any way comparable to the lashing I've received in the last few days from our "market" economy.

Nor do I think you want to try.

Nor do I want you to try. You're, like, occupied, right? Better things to do?

So I will retire, ungracefully, to bouncing empty brandy bottles off my head.

Ouch! (Swing...) Ouch!
At least they're empty If you were to do that with full bottles, I think you could find yourself a job as a Hockey Hooligan! How exciting. I'd pay good money to see that. Well, and some clever stick handling...
 
I seriously doubt you can punish me in any way comparable to the lashing I've received in the last few days from our "market" economy.

Nor do I think you want to try.

Nor do I want you to try. You're, like, occupied, right? Better things to do?

So I will retire, ungracefully, to bouncing empty brandy bottles off my head.

Ouch! (Swing...) Ouch!

I think eating crackers would be less painful.

Want one?
 
I think eating crackers would be less painful.

Want one?
O, Ms. Crewe! I have dragged meself back here to fight a good fight and you want me to eat crackers with you.

Hmm.

Well, you know, I'm only some poor random gamete in the Great Scheme of Things, so yeah.

I guess I do.
 
O, Ms. Crewe! I have dragged meself back here to fight a good fight and you want me to eat crackers with you.

Hmm.

Well, you know, I'm only some poor random gamete in the Great Scheme of Things, so yeah.

I guess I do.

When the world seems too big it's important to realize that really it's one big snowball and you just need to take it in your hand and squeeze it tight, shape however you want to and then drink it when it melts.

So, yeah, come eat crackers with me. I will, however, drink the brandy with the crackers...
 
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