Jul 21, 2004 14:47
Greetings viewers of our unholy existence!
The winged plague of the netherworld has come to our box social of a Tupperware party to spread its magnificent devilry. As idiots of the loins, we fled from this spectre of intangibility, screaming blue bloody murder.
But along came a fairy of indiscriminate rage with an implement of death and devolution. She swatted and swatted until she was sick and the plague was drowned in it; therefore being vanquished. Dame Lurch waseth very proud and gay at the victory. (P.s. the food was nice)
Now we are left alone in the palace of deceit to wile away some hours and sing "tweet, tweet, tweet". We shall feast on the feet of children and steal their lemonade!
Dame Lurch has been beaten, like the proverbial POP he is. Now Dame Lurch is going to run Youthful Harlot over with an automatic car, sorry, helicopter.
Now, shut up!
Word of the session: porringer- What we grind the children's feet in. Burp!
Quotation of the session:"...and his moustache twisted upwards, sat the ruddy Milaradovich in a military pose. His elbows turned outwards, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders raised." Do try this pose at home. Ona finds this erotic. From War and Peace. Not piece, silly, peace!