Actually, no I don't. I still have your polka-dot dress that I wore the night after the party. Oh by the way, if you were wondering where it went, I took it. Hope you don't mind.
I love your comparison. You have a poetic nature.
Marvelous. You'll need to pop over here some time after the 27th to see the production I'm in.
I think you're going to have to ask for that boon - I've grown attached to it. And have already made a few alterations.
That's a sweet thing to say, mini-me. What if you don't have a chosen deity?
You got it. It runs from 22 July to 12 August, no Mondays. 8:00, Eastern Standard Time. If you pop through the mirror early enough, I'll throw in dinner before - name your date.
I demand a virgin sacrifice. Everyone's got a deity, poppet, whether it's themselves, a passion, or a divine being; some higher power drives their existence. Just depends on how it manifests.
Don't think I can bunk off for the opening, but maybe the closing weekend could be fun. You get to fool around then too.
I was trying to play on the whole 'fallen' bit of your 'fallen snow' comment, but maenads could work, I suppose. If you had said 'driven snow', then I would've replied, "More like driven in snow."
They're like praying mantises, weren't they, these maenads? Killed their partners after having sex with them?
No, not quite. On occasion I assume that perhaps the festiviites and passion got the best of them and they maybe have torn a bloke limb from limb; but that didn;t necessarily mean that sex had to precede it either.
Either way, it's a generally frowned upon practice today.
Actually, no I don't. I still have your polka-dot dress that I wore the night after the party. Oh by the way, if you were wondering where it went, I took it. Hope you don't mind.
I love your comparison. You have a poetic nature.
Marvelous. You'll need to pop over here some time after the 27th to see the production I'm in.
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You're a silly bloke, but thank you anyways mega-me. One must always strive to reconcile themselves with their chosen deity.
I shall, I shall. Send me comp. tickets and promise me a bed to stay in and I will gladly attend.
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I think you're going to have to ask for that boon - I've grown attached to it. And have already made a few alterations.
That's a sweet thing to say, mini-me. What if you don't have a chosen deity?
You got it. It runs from 22 July to 12 August, no Mondays. 8:00, Eastern Standard Time. If you pop through the mirror early enough, I'll throw in dinner before - name your date.
...bed.
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Don't think I can bunk off for the opening, but maybe the closing weekend could be fun. You get to fool around then too.
"...bed." Care to elaborate?
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You have me there. I suppose I do have a sort of Deity. Find me a virgin, and I'll do it.
Closing night, then? Sunday?
Just a dirty old man's mind running away from him.
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Was that a subtle way of offering me yours? As much as I wouldn't mind an encore; I don't think your wife would be too appreciative.
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I'll call the ticket office to reserve them for you, then call you back to confirm. I don't think there will be a problem.
Maybe I am - but are you a virgin?
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Pure as the fallen snow.
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Methinks more like fallen angels.
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I was trying to play on the whole 'fallen' bit of your 'fallen snow' comment, but maenads could work, I suppose. If you had said 'driven snow', then I would've replied, "More like driven in snow."
They're like praying mantises, weren't they, these maenads? Killed their partners after having sex with them?
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No, not quite. On occasion I assume that perhaps the festiviites and passion got the best of them and they maybe have torn a bloke limb from limb; but that didn;t necessarily mean that sex had to precede it either.
Either way, it's a generally frowned upon practice today.
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Today, huh?
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