Looking for that frisson again

Wow! This thread is now on page 5! Another woohoo from me!

Seamstryss, care to join me in a happy dance? I've got "can-can girl" costumes (similar to those worn by Las Vegas showgirls, and that worn by Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality 2), complete with feather boas. YourEagerToy (the Canadian who defected to the Scotsman's camp) seems to have vanished, together with Skirty McFlirty. Hmm... maybe they're together, doing who knows what?! I did see a sighting of S69 in another thread. Maybe he's still polishing his sword. ;) Don't worry, I'll contact The Sun and they'll be sure to lend the hunky photographer for another photo shoot. :D

EA: Thanks for the very detailed description of your weekend escapade. We'll want to hear more about future adventures for sure!

Ta-ta for now!
 
How can you people not be swayed by this? That poetry is beautiful, not enough mention is made of linnets nowadays and Matt storms in with evocative poetry and rhyme redolent of the glory of the countryside. What thanks does he get? None.
Matt I think that was marvellous. Simply lovely.

However the rest of your posting needs some addressing. The beginnings of a joke? Hasn;t this whole thread been a sorry excuse for humour since the beginning? It's only you that's brought some sanity to it, and it must be obvious to you now that you're wasting your time with that one.

If you can just remember we're all a bit hard of thinking on here and tone down your comments to the lowest common demonstrator, I mean detonator, I mean denomonomonminator then we'll be ok.

Englishman, Irishman, Scotsman and American woman in a sack, they've been kidnapped and are going to be held for ransom. Eventually they are unmasked and find themselves driving down the high street. The kidnapper says "Tell me your names!" The Englishman looks pensive for a moment then says "My name is Tommy, Tommy Hilfiger!" The others quickly catch on. The Scotsman thinks quickly and says "My name is Jay, Jay C. Penney" The American woman says "My name is Donna, Donna Karan." The poor Irish fellow thinks for a minute but can't come up with anything. Eventually he says "My name is Ken."
"Ken who?" say his captors
"Ken TuckyFriedChicken"

Thank you for the praise, which is more than I deserve or demand. I feel the need to point out that the poetry wasn't mine (but of course I don't need to point that out as this is after all a site for readers of one form or another and everybody is currently screaming, 'well duh we knew it was Yeats already you eejit') but I do think I recycled his sentiments rather well and no doubt in a context which the great man would think perfectly fitting.

The joke, presuming this is all your own work, is wonderful but I reserve judgement to see if there are any other late entries. I withold the prize so far only because this one, side-splitting that it is, isn't really very rude.

And finally that detailed, touching, titilating and utterly wonderful description of a swingers club. Words fail me, although not literally. I could say thank you for going so that I don't have to, but that is probably only partly true.

I think the lack of flirting at a swingers club is at once surprising and shameful and yet at the same time utterly predictable - I have never swung but have visited some nudist beaches where, I concluded, there is far less flirting than on a 'textile' beach. The reason I suppose is when it is all hanging out and apparently there for the taking like a two penny sweet there is no reason for all that flirting. Why take the delightful B road when there is a motorway.

I think we should all come up with suggestions of where Mr EA should go and flirt. (Is this to be with or without Mrs EA by the way?) One suggestion is of course here. Another I would put forward is the opticians - I have always found them wonderful places to flirt when attractive women and peering closing into my deep blue eyes.
 
You know Matt, I never really thought about the reason for the lack of flirting at such an event but I have to agree with you. Never really been any flirtting involved in my experience either...and I have to agree with you on the reasoning behind it. Everyone is there for the same reason and it is understood...so really no reason for the flirting...

Blue eyes? Did you say Blue Eyes??????
 
You know Matt, I never really thought about the reason for the lack of flirting at such an event but I have to agree with you. Never really been any flirtting involved in my experience either...and I have to agree with you on the reasoning behind it. Everyone is there for the same reason and it is understood...so really no reason for the flirting...

Blue eyes? Did you say Blue Eyes??????

Delighted that you agree with the conclusions of my anthropological observations oh Painted one.

However, I am puzzled by your response to the passing revelation of my eye colour. Yes, blue eyes. Does that warrent six question marks?
 
I loved this discription, English. You sound like a lovely couple, but I'm left with the urge...




to shout - DON'T DO IT!

Um, been there, done that. Too late. Sorry Isabella, you're timing seems to be a little off. I am consumed by the urge to know why you were left with the urge to say that.
 
Matt: You mean to say that the lovely little poem was not of your creation? Ach! And I was ready to swoon into your manly arms, just so I could gaze into your azure eyes, which apparently warranted six question marks from Seamstryss.

Seamstryss: We have to coordinate the choreography for our happy dance. Since you have the pink feather boa, I'll take the purple. But no, purple doesn't go well with my skin. I'll have the yellow one, and my skimpy dress will be in bright orange. ;)
 
Ooops...

Delighted that you agree with the conclusions of my anthropological observations oh Painted one.

However, I am puzzled by your response to the passing revelation of my eye colour. Yes, blue eyes. Does that warrent six question marks?

LOL...No I guess it doesn't...a little crazy in my world today, I guess I got carried away...LOL..thanks for putting me in check...
 
Thanks for this great description! I look forward to hearing about your subsequent visits. I really enjoy reading your thread; you are an inspiration to all of us guys. :)

Ah, I feel you must have me confused with someone else. I'm reminded that the last people who were described as inspirational were summed up thus;

the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational muppetational ....

This is what we call the muppet show.

Thanks for the praise, TallMan, you're a very nice chap. Completely barking and more wrong than my idea of Fireworks for the Blind (never really took off) but very nice anyway.
 
Matt: You mean to say that the lovely little poem was not of your creation? Ach! And I was ready to swoon into your manly arms, just so I could gaze into your azure eyes, which apparently warranted six question marks from Seamstryss.

Seamstryss: We have to coordinate the choreography for our happy dance. Since you have the pink feather boa, I'll take the purple. But no, purple doesn't go well with my skin. I'll have the yellow one, and my skimpy dress will be in bright orange. ;)


But of course, choreography is in order katze. A necessary to hide my disasterous uncoordination....I think you look smashing in bright orange....
 
LOL...No I guess it doesn't...a little crazy in my world today, I guess I got carried away...LOL..thanks for putting me in check...


Oh I would hate to put you in check, that sounds all wrong and very mean.

I was just curious. Six exclamation marks I would be flattered by - blue eyes!!!!!! - but six questions left me wondering if you knew something I didn't...
 
Um, been there, done that. Too late. Sorry Isabella, you're timing seems to be a little off. I am consumed by the urge to know why you were left with the urge to say that.

My timing being off is nothing new :rolleyes:

I guess it works for some but I just see an enormous pit of potential problems when other people are introduced into a marriage.
 
TY for ending this aching suspense English...see I knew you would find your words....

Hugs & Lix!

a word, a phrase, to lighten both our days
an idea, an insight, a wish your life is bright.
I never meant to keep you aching with suspense
I saw your question here and you saw my posting hence
I'm flattered that you waited, as is everyone who sees ya
I had to take my time and get my gonads from the freezer
You knew I had been swinging, although not to such excess
I'm sure that you were hoping it would be a big success
I'm happy to report that I never lost my head
and I happier still to say I'm more comfortable with this thread
 
Oh I would hate to put you in check, that sounds all wrong and very mean.

I was just curious. Six exclamation marks I would be flattered by - blue eyes!!!!!! - but six questions left me wondering if you knew something I didn't...


Didn't take it as mean at all...lol. But since you brought it up...is there something I should know?
 
a word, a phrase, to lighten both our days
an idea, an insight, a wish your life is bright.
I never meant to keep you aching with suspense
I saw your question here and you saw my posting hence
I'm flattered that you waited, as is everyone who sees ya
I had to take my time and get my gonads from the freezer
You knew I had been swinging, although not to such excess
I'm sure that you were hoping it would be a big success
I'm happy to report that I never lost my head
and I happier still to say I'm more comfortable with this thread

*Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* (You know I love the rhyme.)
 
Didn't take it as mean at all...lol. But since you brought it up...is there something I should know?

Well I've got terrible eye-sight so you can't really see my eyes behind my bottle-bottom spec anyhow. But aside from that no, they really are the deepest, purest, most fabulous blue that anybody can possible imagine.

They are the kind of blue that would have renaissance artists reaching for their lapus lazuli.

If they could see them behind my glasses that is.
 
They are the kind of blue that would have renaissance artists reaching for their lapus lazuli.

Wow... eyes as blue as lapis lazuli.... catch me, I'm ready to swoon... *falling in slow motion*

I'm torn between a gent who can quote Yeats, and an Englishman who can spontaneously cook up some delicious rhymes in the space of a hearbeat. ;)
 
Well I've got terrible eye-sight so you can't really see my eyes behind my bottle-bottom spec anyhow. But aside from that no, they really are the deepest, purest, most fabulous blue that anybody can possible imagine.

They are the kind of blue that would have renaissance artists reaching for their lapus lazuli.

If they could see them behind my glasses that is.

Now there is something you don't hear every day..."lapus lazuli"....The visual image works. I can see that blue....
 
Wow... eyes as blue as lapis lazuli.... catch me, I'm ready to swoon... *falling in slow motion*

I'm torn between a gent who can quote Yeats, and an Englishman who can spontaneously cook up some delicious rhymes in the space of a hearbeat. ;)

I would say we are very fortunate, wouldn't you katze?
 
Rhymes

My, oh my
It seems many players are here tonight
Up here, reading EnglishAgain's plight
His swinging weekend, we have read
Can he really be that good, with only one head?

And here we have a new beginning
Let's hear applause for Isabella King
Though her surname is King
She'll never be the queen of this thread
Since PaintedSeamstryss has taken that title instead.

We also have a Wolf in our midst
His deep azure eyes, I cease to resist
But now my rhymes are all a-flounder
So I'm off to bed, before you tear them asunder. :D
 
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My, oh my
It seems many players are here tonight
Up here, reading EnglishAgain's plight
His swinging weekend, we have read
Can he really be that good, with only one head?

And here we have a new beginning
Let's hear applause for Isabella King
Though her surname is King
She'll never be the queen of this thread
Since PaintedSeamstryss has taken that title instead.

We also have a Wolf in our midst
His deep azure eyes, I cease to resist
But now my rhymes are all a-flounder
So I'm off to bed, before you tear them asunder. :D

Well done katze....(feel the urge to purrrr again at the rhyme) *Bows to katze*
 
Well done katze....(feel the urge to purrrr again at the rhyme) *Bows to katze*

Danke schoen, Seamstryss. *waves yellow feather boa, and adds a swish of my hips covered by bright orange spandex (or is it lycra?)* I thought I was going to bed, but it's too fun in here! So many of us online! ;)
 
Danke schoen, Seamstryss. *waves yellow feather boa, and adds a swish of my hips covered by bright orange spandex (or is it lycra?)* I thought I was going to bed, but it's too fun in here! So many of us online! ;)

careful with that swishing katze, I may be forced to resort to multiple punctuation again...lol (as apparently happens when I get excited ahem)
 
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