son of the isolated blurts thread!

I don't want to get all sentimental and shit, but Quoll was definitely one of the good guys. I've been lured back to The Playground occasionally lately, but usually by a mysterious beautiful woman whose promises always disappear like a Russian dissident.


An amazing thing, the lure of a mysterious, beautiful woman. Subtle power, that can make men step outside of themselves.
 
Sleep, my old, dear friend, where have you gone.

Not returning my calls or texts.

I need you, you silly twat.
 
The gentleman with the champagne glasses made me think of MWY for some reason.



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The Eileen in my signature always wanted a kangaroo, but never got one. She is still bitter about it.
 
She probably has a cautionary tale or two about swallowing though, yes?

We nearly got thrown out of the church basement for that entire thing. PSA Never take me to a food sale home demonstration party held in a place of worship. It is just not going to go over well--particularly the comment about how something tasted like bigfoot's dick. No sense of humor. . .
 
But do they go bump in the night? I'd waggle my eyebrows but I'm just too tired.


I'm certain that under normal circumstances I could've smack that "they go bump in the night" clear out of the park.

Look at it, just hanging there, thick and sweet over the plate...

But Casey's bat is not hitting homeruns this morning as I too am so very, very tired.




Sleep. Where have you gone?
 
I'm certain that under normal circumstances I could've smack that "they go bump in the night" clear out of the park.

Look at it, just hanging there, thick and sweet over the plate...

But Casey's bat is not hitting homeruns this morning as I too am so very, very tired.




Sleep. Where have you gone?

Oh darlin. Even exhausted you can make baseball metaphors sound sexy.

And I feel you--I couldn't fall asleep Sunday night until after 2 am, up at 6 am on Monday, and then I woke up at 4 am this morning which is just dumb. I want my money back.
 
It's another one of those cases where it made me go, ok where did he find that? And WHY did he find that? lol

*does shot of Kruskovac to take the edge off all the coffee*
 
It's another one of those cases where it made me go, ok where did he find that? And WHY did he find that? lol

*does shot of Kruskovac to take the edge off all the coffee*

Agreed. That stuff will make your breath smell like those orange peanut candies, you know. It's a fabulous defense against HNGs, or so I've heard, should you ever encounter on on the streets or your favorite pool joint.
 
Agreed. That stuff will make your breath smell like those orange peanut candies, you know. It's a fabulous defense against HNGs, or so I've heard, should you ever encounter on on the streets or your favorite pool joint.

I've only ever encountered it at house parties and weddings, and at what we lovingly refer to as 'Hunky Ho-downs' aka Orthodox church picnics that have at least one Polka and one Kolo band in attendence.

It is vile but it doesn't burn all the taste buds off your tongue like Slivovitz
 
I've only ever encountered it at house parties and weddings, and at what we lovingly refer to as 'Hunky Ho-downs' aka Orthodox church picnics that have at least one Polka and one Kolo band in attendence.

It is vile but it doesn't burn all the taste buds off your tongue like Slivovitz

The Russians really blew it. If they had only invested 10% of their nuclear arms budget on marketing Slivovitz in the U.S. during the 50s, they'd have been able to send over a team of ballerinas to invade New York and we'd have begged them to take over.
 
The Russians really blew it. If they had only invested 10% of their nuclear arms budget on marketing Slivovitz in the U.S. during the 50s, they'd have been able to send over a team of ballerinas to invade New York and we'd have begged them to take over.

I concur. Then again, ballerinas are bad ass.

One of my friend's dads always insists on buying all of us a shot of it at the picnics and gets a bit offended if you tell him no, so I have about 6 shots of either Slivovitz or Kruskavac per summer. I have been known to quietly hurl it in a bush when he's not looking.

It does make it easier to do the chicken dance in public without flinching.
 
I concur. Then again, ballerinas are bad ass.

One of my friend's dads always insists on buying all of us a shot of it at the picnics and gets a bit offended if you tell him no, so I have about 6 shots of either Slivovitz or Kruskavac per summer. I have been known to quietly hurl it in a bush when he's not looking.

It does make it easier to do the chicken dance in public without flinching.

There isn't enough Scotch in all the Highlands to get this boy to do the chicken dance. :eek:
 
So long as the implication isn't that he's offering a glass of wine to the scatty young lady also pictured. Not at all my thing.


No, nothing so devious or gross.

It was just the gentleman in the clip, drinks poured and then the half smile and one raised eyebrow. For some reason - likely my lurking over in the BDSM Barn and reading your posts - made me think of you when I saw that.

As for the young lady pinching one off in the planter... Filthy, stinky girl that would be shown the door, after rubbing her nose in it. Yuck!
 
There isn't enough Scotch in all the Highlands to get this boy to do the chicken dance. :eek:

Somewhere there is news footage of a very drunk 17 year old me doing the chicken dance. My mother was so proud. :rolleyes:

ETA: Scotch is much too dignified a beverage to ever inspire the chicken dance.
 
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