Bistro Bijou

[Sara Crewe]

*pokes head up*

Is Sara slapping assholes? Should I be envious, or just watch?

*snicker, hides*

Heh heh heh heh. Poor bastards.

*slaps Tzara upside his melon too*

Yeah. That's right.

So I had to stand on a chair to hit you all in the head. Don't mess with me. I'm warning you. I move to weapons of minimum pain if you call yourselves assholes one more time. Dont make me bring out the wmps.

 

[sassynyc]

OK. I am totally perving on you now. Even bringing out the big guns: the incomparable Ms. Lena Horne.

Ooh.....I've gone all fluttery inside. You know I love my b/w jazz footage.
And my favorite Lena Horne performance, at that. You don't play fair, Tz.

*batting eyelashes*

 

[Tzara]

*slaps Tzara upside his melon too*

Yeah. That's right.

So I had to stand on a chair to hit you all in the head. Don't mess with me. I'm warning you. I move to weapons of minimum pain if you call yourselves assholes one more time. Dont make me bring out the wmps.

Ow.

My melon is now sad and resentful and wants to just cuddle up close to other melons. Like, well, these two round ones...

Ow!

What'd I do?

 

[Tzara]

Ooh.....I've gone all fluttery inside. You know I love my b/w jazz footage.
And my favorite Lena Horne performance, at that. You don't play fair, Tz.

*batting eyelashes*

Fair play never got fair maiden, m'dear. I like to cheat.




I mean, like, it works. Which is good.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Ow.

My melon is now sad and resentful and wants to just cuddle up close to other melons. Like, well, these two round ones...

Ow!

What'd I do?

You are bringing out the mean in me.

 

[sassynyc]

*slaps Tzara upside his melon too*

Yeah. That's right.

So I had to stand on a chair to hit you all in the head. Don't mess with me. I'm warning you. I move to weapons of minimum pain if you call yourselves assholes one more time. Dont make me bring out the wmps.

Um, I thought it was wmds. Not that Tzara is complaining

*ponders what the p in Sara's version stands for*

He may like your version better.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Um, I thought it was wmds. Not that Tzara is complaining

*ponders what the p in Sara's version stands for*

He may like your version better.

WMP

weapons of minimal pain

 

[Homburg]

You guys both need your melons slapped.

*slaps both of yer melons*

Neither one of you is an asshole.

I like you both. I do not like assholes. Therefore you are not assholes.

QED

*pokes head up*

Is Sara slapping assholes? Should I be envious, or just watch?

*snicker, hides*

Heh heh heh heh. Poor bastards.

*snort*

--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXTN3h-b9nU

 

[sassynyc]

WMP

weapons of minimal pain

Oh.
Like, duh. You did say that before, didn't you?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

You people are fabulous.

Especially you and you.

and you too, of course. But particularly you and you.

I seem to suddenly be hosting a single malt scotch party. So I'm off till tomorrow.

I'm here though. In spirits.

bisy.
backson
bisy backson

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

*snort*

--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXTN3h-b9nU

If you're snorting at Tz that'll earn you another smack.

Dennis isn't an asshole either. He's just funny. I'll smack him too next time I see him.

 

[Tzara]

You are bringing out the mean in me.

Well, then I guess I get to pinch. :happyface:

 

[Sara Crewe]

Well, then I guess I get to pinch. :happyface:

I bet you couldn't pinch me if I made a seriously sad face and my eyes welled up.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I bet you couldn't pinch me if I made a seriously sad face and my eyes welled up.

bet I could.

 

[Tzara]

*snort*

--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXTN3h-b9nU

*snort* is right.

Pretty funny, Mr. H. Thanks.



Sorry, I'd love to dawdle, but I'm now busy pinching Sara. Because she needs it. Like, especially, here.

Oh. Good. That worked.

 

[Sara Crewe]

bet I could.

lol and that's why I wouldnt play the 'can you be nasty to me despite the woe is me look" game with you.


I don't think Tz is immune to it though.


Although, he seems to be viciously pinching me so I dunno. Seems to have a sadistic side after all.

 

[Tzara]

I bet you couldn't pinch me if I made a seriously sad face and my eyes welled up.

Sorry, sweet. I have been reading Goethe's Sorrows of Young Werther. Eyes welling up with tears is a bonus. It's just so Sturm und Drang.

 

[Tzara]

lol and that's why I wouldnt play the 'can you be nasty to me despite the woe is me look" game with you.


I don't think Tz is immune to it though.


Although, he seems to be viciously pinching me so I dunno. Seems to have a sadistic side after all.

Homburg is advising me. From the wrong coast, of course, but his principles seem to be sound.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Sorry, sweet. I have been reading Goethe's Sorrows of Young Werther. Eyes welling up with tears is a bonus. It's just so Sturm und Drang.

Okay. That's a bad turn of events for me.

What if I add sniffling with the occassional catch in my voice?

 

[Sara Crewe]

Homburg is advising me. From the wrong coast, of course, but his principles seem to be sound.

Ganging up on poor helpless, defenceless, innocent, sweet, docile Sara. What is this world coming to?

 

[Tzara]

Okay. That's a bad turn of events for me.

What if I add sniffling with the occassional catch in my voice?

If you can possibly work in a blue jacket and yellow waistcoat, it would be, like, perfect.

Um, you don't happen to answer to Lotte, do you?

Ah, well. That's not quite the novel I have planned, anyway.

 

[Tzara]

Ganging up on poor helpless, defenceless, innocent, sweet, docile Sara. What is this world coming to?

The world is flat, darlin'.

But, knowing you, it is also tied down. And double-knotted.

 

[Sara Crewe]

If you can possibly work in a blue jacket and yellow waistcoat, it would be, like, perfect.

Um, you don't happen to answer to Lotte, do you?

Ah, well. That's not quite the novel I have planned, anyway.

*crosses Tz off of Sara's list of people with endless compassion and sympathy*

 

[Tzara]

*crosses Tz off of Sara's list of people with endless compassion and sympathy*

What? What?

You are the perfect mid-nineteenth century heroine.

Elegant. Slightly sad. Well-dressed. Someone who knows how to stroll about a drawing room fluttering a fan while looking achingly attractive.

'Scuse me, I have to go write some kind of trashy novel now.

 

[Homburg]

Homburg is advising me. From the wrong coast, of course, but his principles seem to be sound.

Ganging up on poor helpless, defenceless, innocent, sweet, docile Sara. What is this world coming to?

The world is flat, darlin'.

But, knowing you, it is also tied down. And double-knotted.

I don't even need to say anything for this to be perfectly kinky.