so there i was...

You know I love you to pieces but I didn't understand half of that. :)
 
You know I love you to pieces but I didn't understand half of that.


It was hot, damned hot; the kind of hot that causes one to dream of vacations in lakes of fire, Sir Lawrence hot; basically it was hot, brain frying, thought addling, sweat your panties loose hot. She reclined in the gardens, just behind the back porch, her long lithe legs covered only with a sheen of sweat as the merciless sun punished the very idea of sitting in the porch garden, causing her mind to wander to another time, another age, another period. . .

I'll take the lemonade too.
 
so there i was

diggin' this 'ole.
'ole in the ground.
Sorta big and sorta round it was.
Flat at the bottom and the sides wuz steep.
 
who'd want to go to america? :confused:

ok, maybe to visit, but not to live there. now canada....

You might try south-central Alaska, it's not really America and it's not as chilly as Canada.

Have you been reading Rutan?
 
diggin' this 'ole.
'ole in the ground.
Sorta big and sorta round it was.
Flat at the bottom and the sides wuz steep.

I love that song.

Don't gig there, dig it elsewhere, you're diggin' it round and it oughta be square...
 
diggin' this 'ole.
'ole in the ground.
Sorta big and sorta round it was.
Flat at the bottom and the sides wuz steep.
bloody 'ell, that takes me back a bit and then some! :eek:
and - hello, stranger :kiss:

You might try south-central Alaska, it's not really America and it's not as chilly as Canada.

Have you been reading Rutan?
i'm really not very up on extraterrestrial lingo, let alone their literature....

I love that song.

Don't gig there, dig it elsewhere, you're diggin' it round and it oughta be square...
*me smilin'*
 
*smiles*

one of the highlights of the britlympics opening ceremony was eric idle singing "life's a piece of shit, when you look at it" to a multi-national audience. gotta love it.

Sit on my Face and Tell me that You Love Me, would have been a crowd pleaser as well.

or even the Lumberjack song.
 
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