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Triplette is by far the best fencing supplier in this nation (just wished they approved personal checks sooner. I'm waiting with growing desperation for my foil). Besides that they sell SCA stuff and classical reproductions! What other company would put this on their webpage? Go read the story.
The ladies of these saucy victorian prints of fantasy in fencing i love.
After reading this, can you guess what kind of fencer i am?
I'll try later to adopt a gay Hedgehog, the site was partialy down :o)
I’m going to AggieCon! Kelly will be playing Magenta in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!!!
! Ah! She’s growing up! And so close to my birthday too (I’ll ask for the russian boots..) it’ll be time to don Radinov gear!! *swoons* I’ll even be old enough to marry a Canadian and claim citizenship!
Other cons I've been to:
A-Kon
Damn the Hyatt that thwarded Uncommon Con.
My orchid, after taking a turn yellow, has regained it's health in the Kirby Bathroom window ledge and is currently opening up the the petals of one of it's amazing deep purple flowers! yay!
I have lived in the tropics for most of my life- the following is a story (much spun out by myself the story teller) as to yet another encounter i've had with mighty mother nature's water- only frozen.
So we ventured out in the growing inches of snow (some of the street signs had collected snow completely obscuring their names) to find....The roller rink that the SCA practice is at is...also called, 'Alien Atraxion' (a.k.a Rockin' Rollers). It is painted a pinky violet. We didn't think it was the place..but...it is. A guy with bad teeth, sort of scragly facial hair and several piercings that i couldn't quite make out kindly showed us in. It's the smallest roller rink i've ever seen, and the only one in Santa Fe.
They have Kareoke, teen dance night, skates, scooters and above all, EVERYTHING ALIAN EVER TO BE MADE, EVERY PIECE OF CONCIEVABLE KISTCH. Even those pieces you never thought a human would bother having or making. Not exactly a great fit for the SCA to practice in, but at least it's space. No one else showed up, so after some minutes of agonizing plastic aliens staring at us, we left as the SCA people sent word they weren't coming.
On the way back we turned into one of the roads to campus (past the prep school) and the entire right side was ice. Eric managed well with the 0 traction and skidding to the side and back action but in the end i had to get out and push with the help of two other drivers who kindly stopped. By this time it the snow was blowing so hard i couldn't see a bloody thing and it stung to see. We parked in France and i walked to uppers. I stripped down at my front door because i was flaking snow. Wow. Snow, mighty it be.
They're showing a film called 'Stranger than Paraidse' this Saturday! WOOO! I have no idea what it's like but this sounds good..and reminds me of Strangers In Paradise.
Don't ever mistake orifices and try to clean your nose with a Q-Tip.
This Shire's webpage needs drastic updating. Alas. I'll be try to bike to their Group Meeting/Fencing practice today with Eric. To bad we couldn't have been the ones with a really cool coat of arms like the Albuquerque area's Scorpion.
Apparently, on terms less than viable from Human For Sale,
"You are worth exactly: $2,010,492.00.
We hope you can find somebody who is wealthy enough to afford you."
I had to estimate on IQ knowing my Dad's and how i can outsmart him. I wasn't particularly harsh on myself- e.g. most people i know of think i'm funny (weird or otherwise) so i rationalized and put 'Above Average'.
Hurm...who woulda thunk it. Seems like Amy may have a harder time affording me than vice versa. tehehe
And another note- Tool's album Aenima can apparently be synced with Fantasia the original. Toolasia they call it.
(as inspired by reading beaucoup Edward Gorey)
Daria O.B. Latent
Board Nail Teat (Taet)
Tablet D.A. Rain
Bard Neato Tail
Bard to line ATA
Bard line Aotta
Table Dart Nai/Ain
Daria Nettloab
Dean Oti Labrat
Dean Labot-tair
Dean Oblait Art
Lain Arate Boto
Lain Oarb Tadete
To Bad Late Rain
Aeina Dolt Brat
Ario End Alt Tab
Blot At End Aria
End Aria At Lot B
Otti Ander Alba
Ander Abl/Bla Ta-Ito
Denai LaBottar/LaTatbot
Trent Raid Albo/Bola
Nada Tet Borial
Dan Teat Borial
Danatte Borial
Real Bond Taiat
Tablet/Blatte Draina
Delta Brainota
Laterat Obdain
Arita Dalnetbot
Dial Neat Rotan
Ratan Bait/Daib Lode/Lote
Ebola Dan Trait
Able Aide Not, Rat!
I was just complimented on my sneeze by a senior busy writing their essay.
I'm getting the hang of heat! It's cool! wait..i didn't mean that.
Yes! Latent heat! Pressure! Temperature! Phase Change~~
*Gasp!*
Alas,
I'm out of expanding gas!
(heat=emotion/tangible effect)
My Ancient Greek class
has started a habit
(more than one, but twice..
and so begging for a repeat
that is indefinte.)
of inserting --
->Shakespearian words
into their translations.
FORSOOTH.
As Rikie (the greatly undisclosed poet of beat haiku) pondered
"Do you think about wipping tables when you're wipping table? I know i do."
Tonight in our first Phaedrus seminar Mr. Scally told a prospective student to leave as she exited to go to the bathroom- only she came back after that.
I'm struck by the small part in Socraties second speech right before his little chimera Chariot driver and horses of the soul bit. He begins to talk about the soul and the soul being the single means of movement for an entire being. Something that's past my mind before and holds more weight than the next description of the soul he give. Instead of slapping him on the face i think i'd slapping him a high five for this one.
hurm...*brain bubble bubbles some toil and much trouble*
Don't ask why but i need suggestions as to non sexy music. Music that, if you heard it while shagging, would make you loose the desire to screw altogether for the time being. So far i've gotten Bagpipes, native music from Taiwan, and Bikini Kill.
Also- anyone know any bunny deturents? Something to sprinkle about that they won't like?
..i've had indoctrination.
Form follows function?
The forms exist?
Colour that which has shape?
Heat metephorical equivilant of emotions?
Bands i'd be ecstatically pleased to see at Reality:
Rasputina
The Red Elvises
The Hail Marys
That Infamous Beat Mistress
Spoonfed Tribe
The Butchies
Tom Lehrer (is he alive still??)
Tom Waits
Primus
DJ Ariadne (no, this is not me)
The Cramps
Talked and danced with people i usualy don't because i don't see then in jiving party situations. That included one of my seminar tutors, one of the librarians, and a hermit sopomore.
I was oggling the white wine flutes and the Champagne ones at the inagural ball (and not the bartender?). I didn't take them though, good Ari. Didn't have to- i came back to my dorm and an after party was well underway. I broke up a 2 on 1 drunk wrestle outside my door with my quarter staff. This morning the hall looks like schite, beer, and fag buts hit it, but i now own 2 champagne flutes and one white wine flute. *beams and purrs*
If you can sparr with a cat and score hits (because THEY certainly do not play by any rules) you've got mad kung fu cat fencing skillz.
Someone quick! Check the weather, saturation, sizomograph, ozone, stars, moon, planitary alignment and THEIR moons, date, time, longitude and latitude and if the lines on your palm have changed since the last time you looked!!
Harrowing, disturbing things have been happening to people all over campus and people related to them since Monday. They peaked Wednesday night and the front seems to be on coming. *shiver*
pi^e the most delicious portion in math.
Do you Noh Kabuki?
Have you ever asked Jeeves 'what' or perhaps 'what the fuck?'. Rather dissapointing.
-Body functions captured over a backbeat.
-Ancient Greek in pitch tone being read aloud.
-Mr. Gainer (old economics teacher) reading monotonously about economics to a constant beat.
-The Ride of The Valkyries.
I think the way the (freshman) reading list is arranged here is simply to see how much the students can take. Then to observe them cracking and precissely when this happens.
The Visual list for the art pieces i'm selling has been updated as much as i can do from here. Go look! Haven't worked out prices yet because first i have to figuer in framing (often more expensive than the painting itself).
Triple piercing.
Cross-Sections.
An analogue watch that runs slowly.
Red something spilt on white (lace).
Clean linoleum.
Dirt walls and packed dirt floors.
Wood and stone worn smooth by so many human hands and feet.
Cat ears.
Rabbit tails.
Horse muzzles.
A kink in the end of a cat?s tail.
Someone singing in the night.
Catnip.
Flutes or drums that carry their sound over the land.
Being furbled, tickle wrestling.
Corny math jokes.
Marbling on paper.
The smell of cut grass.
Characters that are applied or fathomed up for inanimate objects.
Weird list of fairly unrelated things.
Old 50c books on anything with a short introduction on the author and a print of his profile.
Centers of gravity.
Creative Graffiti.
Slippery substances.
Mercury Thermometers.
By products (edges of dot matrix printer paper, punched out holes from hole punch).
Metal anything.
Fangs and sculls.
Sticks.
The last piece of uneaten sushi.
Aromatic tea in a cup with only a few drops of water.
Snails without shells.
A flower in a tank with the wrong kind of light bulb shining on it.
A glass eye that is to small.
One sock left in the dryer.
One shoe on the side of the road.
A single piece of someone else?s lost love note.
A red light that does not go to the green arrow but to yellow and back to red.
I re-named my computer on the St. John?s Network "Minotaur" It?s ancient, slow, dull-witted, brutish, and resides in a Labyrinth walled by misleading DLL files. It'll devour any ego you thought you had in the area of killing computer problems. Oh, it also demands sacrifices of DP or chocolate to it's RAM.
Books have not seen the life unless they have visible teeth marks on them somewhere.
There are reasons why people don't freak out at high noon. I'm not sure of all of them...but for one, it's too bloody bright if not hot, and everyone can see you- all of which wouldn't seem to matter if you really were flipping your sanity over for a half scrambled egg. I remember having a break down at 3pm but not after 6am till then.
Alternando! and his Girlfriend, Seperando! They get together for sum ex aequali action!
"My name is Alternando Magnitude! You killed my Part(ner)! Prepare to die!"
Go(nad) Torpe(do)
The dude abides
Photon Power!
No Witnesses?
Sometimes you eat the Carp
There were three dogs of virtue ture, upon a lir's chair. Said Doggy one to Doggie two, 'We make a better pair'
Oppose Animals. Die Monkey Die!
Sucinct Superficiality is what we're after.
Restraint is for the terminally unoriginal. Over exageration is for the weak of spirit.
Peace, Love, Gravity.
God lives here.
Coming attraction- Where were you? Ball of gas careen madly towards earth...be there be in the now.
Late night chalk pindering, where art thou who dwelleth here to protect your empty concrete surfices? I mar. Write here.
Let my people golf.
-> Death to loaded statements!
I pray to god a woman can think for herself but even the bible doesn't agree with me.
ONE LOVE.
Embrace your
|_________| Urgancy
Don't walk infront of me, i may not follow. Don't walk behind me, i may not lead. Just walk beside me, and be my friend.
AIN'T NO JUSTICE, JUST US.
Homor Homo?
More Aorist
I see purple monsters traversing sand dunes on the midnight flowers.
And one that sounds like a break up line,..
You are a party
and i am a
schoolnight.
The bunny is now, Rorschach Cadbury (Tokie). Soon i will post pictures of his blobby symetrical arse on the internet and ask people in a feedback form what they see.
What makes a genius? Skillful mastery of one very difficult field or understanding, adeptness and mutability within many fields?
I am making a page of sickeningly cute things. If anyone out there has anything so obsurdly cute, in document, picture, video, or sound form, please send it to me!
aussieari@hotmail.com
spiced hot mead party
liquoured snowball party
masquerade party
There are no balls in fencing :o)
The means are the ends.
Albertson's Whiskey or Albertson's anything alcohol for that matter may be the spawn of evil in the world but is certainly cleans lanolium floors and old fencing/sabre swords to expections never dreamed of.
:o)
My room mate decided to 'save a bunny' that didn't have an owner that could keep it. She didn't ask me. I'm not enthralled, i have a thing for rabbits that is less than healthy for your average domesticated rabbit (chasing, tail bitting etc.).
I miss my hedgehog dearly and i certainly didn't bring her down here in consideration of my roommates space- our undivided double.
"You know when spider man had his spider sence upset and 'spidey rays' came from the head? that's what i feel like now." -Tim
The visual list. People- i'm having a technology breakdown- this page is intensely graphical but i can't edit the HTML right now...deal. oh yeah...my web can't work with my laptop.
Tremor Christ- Watercolour 15" x 11" 1999
Peach Pit- Watercolour 15" x 11" 1999
Strung- Oil, screws, rubber bands on canvas 24" x 36" 2000
Dreamtime- Watercolour 22.5" x 33" 1999
Iminant Destruction- Oil on canvas 25.5" x 17" 2000
10. The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer
Another familiar type of love song is the passionate or fiery variety, usually in tango tempo, in which the singer exhorts his partner to haunt him and taunt him and, if at all possible, to consume him with a kiss of fire. This particular illustration of this genre is called The Masochism Tango.
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand...
Yeech!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.
My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire when we tango.
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the Masochism Tango.
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart... [hiccup]
'Scuse me!
Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
The girl that lives next to me is very quiet around others and always retreats to her room very quickly. She seems has alot of fun with the guests she intertains and the guy who's probably her boyfriend. You see, i can hear it all through the bloody wall though i don't want to. It's like being exposed to a real like soap opera on the oher side of my bookshelf. I can imagine them makeing silly gestures, he grabbing his belly when he laughs or her covering her mouth. ...the only thing is, since i can hear them, they can hear my comments on their real life drama..
"I don't think you get it, i love you! you're so wonderful and.." -Her
"Oh...no...i...na-no.." -Him
"Tell her you love her you twit and accept it!" -Me
"@#$%ing diddumd. My heart bleeds biscuits for you." - Sargent Major William Gravel. British SAS. 'Stranger Kisses' By Warren Ellis.
"Schite and Onions.." - Lazarus Churchyard by Warren Ellis.
I gave my very first haircut to someone else the other day (cut my hair when i was 6, but Amy look soo much cuter with her compensating chilli bowl cut than i did..). Lucia wanted 'vulcan' but i couldn't remember Spock's doo so i clipped away...apparently a little too short. She said it would look good in a month.
*places had on utjuted hip* Well what were you 'xpectin' sista? Towny and Gwuy?
I never did want to go to beauty school but being able to give a good haircut can apparently get you by anywhere in the world- just like bartending. Hair is suprising most often- textures and ways it sits and physically impossible things you can do with it. Actually i like live animal's coats the best, horses and cats. Time for my summer oy coat cut come March.
I had completely forgotten about The baby Jesus butt plug. Actually my favorite is the Virgin Mary.
*Blasph! Blasph!*
The game is on. Whoever so finnish or comest closest to finnishing (experiancing and/or gaining knowledge of) the listed items in the lyrics from La Vie Boheme and the reprise shall be sent shot glasses from respective colleges by the respective loosers.
Lady Wil and her room mate have a semesters head start but that's fairnuf. Nicola and I started last night, i think this is going to take over much more of my life than i think it will....
The johnny version of fencing shirts:
Big for our Britches
Don't do that, wise crumbs of advice gained by my real life experiance:
Snort Sweet and Low (ouch).
Touch vegetables to electric fences (~bzzt).
Read the Lucifer Principle and Jurassic Park at once.
Eat Cinnimon bark.
Quack at a geese when they're closer than one meter.
Cover your arm in nail polish or glue (~rrriip).
Make Condom Snow Men in winter (they burst, all over you).
Confuse Metric system measurements when taking medicine (look at all the pretty fractals!).
Light a tissue on fire and drop it to the ground from arms length (they say it should burn out before it hits the carpet. Fah.).
"W.t.B.W.T.A.?" or, What the Bugger Was That About?
Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz
I figuered out why i hate leaving messages (especially on machines) unless they're a joke without my voice involved or needed.
"Don't you write this down, remember this in your head. Don't take a picture, Remember this in your heart. Don't leave a message, talk to me face to face. Talk to me face to face."
Driving through Texas i decided to look over all the state's small towns to finnaly see the kooky names i've heard of. After an hour or so of scanning a road map i decided that the towns are either named after other places, were names in the 30-50's when people anticipated the Industial/space age future, are just plain odd, are bizzar.
As follows:
Queen City, Atlanta, Uncertain, Elysian Fields, Hemphill, Caldonia, Telephone, Ivanhoe, Tigertown,birthright, Dike, English (not a boarder town), Deport (not a border town either), Detroit, Direct, Pittsburg, Elmo, New London, Price, Arp, White House, Minder, Mount Enterprise, Tool, Star, Early, Crosscut, Energy, Turkey, Matador, Hart, Sudan, Cone, Spur, New Deal, Denver City, Needmore, Sundown, Loop, White Face, Peacock, Justiceburg, Draw, Seagraves (not on the coast), Tarzan, Colorado City, Tennyson, Kermit, Wink, Cactus, Glacier, Miami, Cut and Shoot, Moscos, Dodge, Cross, Sour Lake, Hong Island, Fred, Canadian, Groom (home to a huge cross on the plains), Lark, Skellytown, Goodnight, Dawn, Nazareth, Trinidad, Eureka, Athans, Coffee City, Neches, Palastine, Buffalo, Call, Saratoga, Missia, Dinera, Lobo, Horizon City, Valentine, London, Telegraph, Leakey, Utopia, Divot, Bigfoot, Leming, Bee Cave, Driftwood, Saint Hedwig, Universal City, Fashing, Pandora, Nursery, Speaks, Zorn, Plum, Westpoint, Dive Box, Hare, Snook, Industry, Nada, Bailing, Egypt, Sugar Land, Humble, Call, Black, Happy, Electra, Rising Star, Carbon, Dublin (home of the Doctor Pepper plant), Mingus, Loving, Rhineland, Antelope, Joy, Scotland, Dundee, Holiday, Jolly, Fargo, Rule, Acure, Ireland, Topsey, Flat, Moody, Boonsville, The Colony, Krum, Westminister, Mart, Lovelady, Fink, Paradise, Godley, Venus, Italy, Fairy, Penelopy, Proctor, Blanket, Lawn, Novice.
But my favorite isn't a town- It's a little creek outside of San Antonio in the middle of nothing, "Hollering Woman Creek".
...and the reasons for which we take to our grave.
The managarie i discovered my friends playing over break:
Snood
The Sims
Poo-Flinging
Sextris
I met a voilent pothead at cafe brazil after clubbing, i thought i had always wanted to.
He told us he was the most faggity strait guy he'd ever met. He was quite well built but not toned and wearing black lace, he had an amazingly unshaved triangluar face. He talked of problems with women and how he can't find a resonably avid pot-head girl that's not a slut, ugly, a bitch, a drugy or gay. "How can you stand women!??", "Na! Pot Sucks!" *snorts the white line*. Then he told us how he'd take steroids if they wouldn't hurt his liver and his countless experiances of lashing out at people and going thought ever perscribed drug for it. He tried cutting his hear and wearing work shirt but that didn't work for him- very understandable, be yourself. Then there was a pause. He burst out with, "You should really pluck your eyebrows, looks like two catipillars crawled up there and died." I just staired at him blankly, unamused. Someone else at the table tells him that's their one weak point in their self image, they're odviously pissed. Another pause. He gets up from his chair with slight extravigance. Says "I don't like people being pissed at me for little insignificant things." and proceeds to leaves with a little fuss.
I don't think i'll ever hope to meet someone that's flamingly contradictory again.
Nerd Porn..the future home of many pasty naked MIT folk.
Amy and I got asked very politely at The Church to have our naked picture taken (in winter, in a club) for a collage table top of women's body parts with no faces. Anominity doesn't excite me- i don't like to be random and forgetable to others, even if nudity is most often beautiful. I think if the project works out for the guy it'll be a wonderful intricate fascinating table. Swirls of thighs and curves of hips leading the eye around by it's eyelashes.
speeking of- next time someone has the audacity to ask to see me naked over the net, i'm going to do as Nikki did and send them a very rudinemary MSpaint created image of a stick figuer me and a pile of cloths, both clearly labeled.
Ari --> o->--< Cloths --> @#$
Back at Santa Fe- enertia can kill a person.
I can't get anything to work.
1 pack brownies
Butter as required by recipie
Relace vegetable oil for mineral oil,
add 7.5 g Wheat Fiber original flavor (Metamucil)
add 1 extra egg
add 1/2 cup extra melted chocolate chips.
For the icing melt in glycerin on low, coat brownie quickly.
Mail away accompanied by fake letter from mother.
Then pray your friend in the infantry's drill sargent doesn't figuer it out and makes said friend eat it instead of taking it all for himself.
The Tech Cheer:
E to the U du dx, E to the X dx!
Cosine! Secant! Tangent! Sine!
3 point 1 4 1 5 9!
Integral, radical m dv
Slipstick, slide rule, M.I.T.!
What's brown and sticky?
A boy clad in black sits mid dance floor, squatting on one leg with his arms folded in on either side of him. He caws randomly. A girl in pink approaches him. Pauses infront of his perched self and pokes him. Asks,
"Are you a pink flamingo?"
"CAW!"
"Well?"
*poke*
"CAW! CAW!!"
...that's all i have so far *shrug*
we were moving to the music,
numbingly,
the music did not move us.
What is the 'Particle Man' song by They Might Be Giants really about? I'm thinking a Euclidian universe taking over ours.
"You can't go home, but you can always shop there." -Gross Point Blank.
As Billie and her roommate up in Meenneesoutta at St. Olaf's decided, this year they are living "La Vie Boheme" (from Rent). They printed out a copy and posted it on the door and every time one of the things in the song is accomplished or learnt about, they highlight it.
Does this sound like a great idea for Reality to anyone? Being in Santa Fe and at St. John's (and a freshman might i add) i've got a head start on her. ;o)
SNOWING IN DALLAS, TEXAS.. HAHAHAHA! tip of yer nose sized too! WWWWWWwweeeeee! Melts when it hits the ground, and no slush yet!
the pigs in hell are getting fatter every year.
I just watched the first 4 episodes. Zim-licious.
I never watch T.V. anymore...i recon it'll give me something new an exciting to do in my later years- go back and watch episodes from various shows of my youth for the first time. This is best humerous cartoon i've watched since Ren and Stimpy's Service episodes! What can one expect from the guy who wrote and drew "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac"?
"The WALL WON'T STAY RRRREEEEEDDD!!!"
Amy love got me a Mr. Winkle calander. For those of you who aren't aquainted with this....odd freak of nature (we have a theory it's actually a stuffed thing made of all different animal parts something like the figi mermaid), it is living proof things can be so unbarably cute they force one to insanity and disgust. Something similar to the phenomenon of children unfortunately squeezing baby chickens to death.
A long exploritory essay is in order.
Take note all yee who may see me partying...if you don't, fear not..i'll be keeping a copy of this on a notecard in my jacket pocket along with another notecard saying 'TIME'.
1. Talkative Stage. -Gets really "intellectual" and wordy but it's total B.S. or flirting.
2. "Enthusiastic" Stage. -Is hillarious to watch, wants to do everything, is great in bed but should not be allowed to mix drinks.
3. Wobbly Stage. -" "
4. Pre-Puke Stage I. -Possible signs: hiccips, tiredness, slurred speech,
5. Pre-Puke Stage II. -Flops around and falls unconscious.
6. Puke Stage. -Force water and brush teeth.
7. Unconsciousness. -Will sleep like a baby until her headache wakes her up (force more water to avoid).
Did you ever want to erase one of your posts because you did not like the way it looked?
Visual
orientation
Give the gift of garlic breath.
Proving once again New Year's as we know it is an excuseable reason to get sloppy sloshed.
A lazy susan with a replica of the Pope's head on it is a wonderful addition to any Italian restaurant.
She's snoring loudly because of a cold but not actually sleeping.
Lord an' Lady!
Remember that Vermouth is not the main ingrediant in a martini.
We've got a pink Flamingo Lamp now.
You can't find pink flamingos in winter to save you're life.
HHhhhaaavvphy nnewwyeearrh.
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