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Is not! Didja see any bold text? Just lil ole me.
What? You mean He doesn't follow you everywhere? JK. I didn't think you were as prone to pat answers as your sexual probiscus... (Did I mention I can touch the tip of my probiscus with the tip of my tongue?)
 
What? You mean He doesn't follow you everywhere? JK. I didn't think you were as prone to pat answers as your sexual probiscus... (Did I mention I can touch the tip of my probiscus with the tip of my tongue?)

Well, He does occassionally inform my language.

I can't get to the tip of my nose with my tongue, but I can certainly touch my nose with mine. It's not the length of the tongue that impresses, I've found, it is a combination of speed, strength, and thickness. It really is more in how you use it, I guess.
 
What? You mean He doesn't follow you everywhere? JK. I didn't think you were as prone to pat answers as your sexual probiscus... (Did I mention I can touch the tip of my probiscus with the tip of my tongue?)

ahem. you're about to get some very inappropriate attention from me if you aren't careful.


but I can certainly touch my nose with mine.

see above.

Tongue. Nose. Touches. Just not to the tip. I can get to just behind the tip, on the lower edge of the nose.

Why this is relevant, I dunno.

I could demonstrate. Come into the back room and lemme show you.

bj
 
*pokes probiscus tip in*

Oh goodness. That's delightful. Now go and read Tess2's 5 senses poem Potlatch and be envious...

*rushes out, straightening clothes, wrestling fruitlessly with outrageously messy hair*

ahem.

you're right, that is extraordinary. She's kicking ASS in there today.

forgot to put the specials up. Tonight we're having Sacred Cow Bearnaise with garlic mashed potatoes and fresh asparagus.

bj
 
I just sent this link to a friend of mine, and thought this thread should so have it.

So here. Clicking on that will take you to a page where you can listen to Langston Hughes read poetry from his Weary Blues. It's marvelous stuff, and Hughes is accompanied by original jazz, some it written and played by Charles Mingus. But beautiful. :)
 
*wanders out and orders an Irish Coffee, extra warm*

Brr, chilly in there. Er, out there. :eek:
 
I just sent this link to a friend of mine, and thought this thread should so have it.

So here. Clicking on that will take you to a page where you can listen to Langston Hughes read poetry from his Weary Blues. It's marvelous stuff, and Hughes is accompanied by original jazz, some it written and played by Charles Mingus. But beautiful. :)

yay! tonight's entertainment!

I gotta go now. but the bistro is obviously set for music this evening...



*wanders out and orders an Irish Coffee, extra warm*

Brr, chilly in there. Er, out there. :eek:

Is that ice in your moustache?
 
I think bijou ordered this snow. Got me out of a trip to Oklahoma though.
 
Do you realise that when I come online this is the verrrrrrrry first place I come?

I'm very flattered, darlin'. Be sure that I know all your favorites so i can have them in stock.

Here's one of the entertainers for this afternoon. I love this guy.


*licks it off *

Ice. Definitely.

Brr.

I dunno. There was some frosting back in that walk-in and it's gone now.
I know nothing and was never there.


I think bijou ordered this snow. Got me out of a trip to Oklahoma though.

I take no responsibility for weather, but I'm glad it's a bonus in this case. I've been to Oklahoma. I'm sure it must have its good points.

bj
 
I've been to Oklahoma. I'm sure it must have its good points.

bj
hmmm, well, I, errrr - I suppose


how is your part of Kansas?
Mine is all white and cold and I want a fire to snuggle up next to and listen to love poetry and drink hot choc and eat sweets....


:kiss:
 
Maybe I should check.

I'll go with you. I need to, um, get something...

hmmm, well, I, errrr - I suppose


how is your part of Kansas?
Mine is all white and cold and I want a fire to snuggle up next to and listen to love poetry and drink hot choc and eat sweets....


:kiss:

help me out, here, Shanka-sama. I'm trying to be diplomatic.

We're not getting the huge storm they predicted - it's just a tiny little dusting at the moment. Cold, though.

Love poetry, or at least lust poetry
Sweets to the sweet

and something nice and warm.

Hot, even.

Bienvenue, baby,

bj
 
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