The Boys Club

[Reverend Blair]

I thought we should copy the girls. Being men we aren't good at gossiping though. Just post your random thoughts or a B when you have a sip of beer. Maybe later we can go out and see some peelers.

 

[Hard-Luck Henry]

BBBBB (a swig of beer). Need I say more?

 

[Twila]

* pokes head in*

*looks around*


*shakes head. mutters some and leaves*

 

[Reverend Blair]

**clicks the channel changer**

BB

 

[Said1]

Quite in here.

Hey Henry, Peapod said you were cute, is that true?

 

[Twila]

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Hard-Luck Henry]

Oi! Piss off, the pair of you; you're not invited.

BBB *burps*

 

[peapod]

I said he was a poet, he's butt ugly from what I heard....runs like hell 8)

 

[Twila]

well he's definatley onary. and kind of london slum sounding when he's been drinking....I'm picturing Onslo from Keeping up Appearances.


Opps. Wrong thread

 

[Hard-Luck Henry]

I said he was a poet, he's butt ugly from what I heard....runs like hell 8)

To a Louse
Robert Burns
(On seeing a louse on a lady's bonnet at church!)


Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunned by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner,
On some poor body.

Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred, jumpin cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whare horn or bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.

Now haud ye there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug an' tight;
Na faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye've got on it,
The vera tapmost, towering height
O' Miss's bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as onie grozet:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie ye sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum!

I wad na been surprised to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine Lunardi!—fie!
How daur ye do't?

O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin!

O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n Devotion!

*belches, loudly*

 

[merryclaire]

what symbol do i write when i belch from drinking coca cola?

littleB

 

[peapod]

*creeps up to window* 8O

 

[Twila]

littleB

that sounds more like a purp.......

 

[Hard-Luck Henry]

:lol: Good question. Onomatopoeia is a cagey business.

 

[Reverend Blair]

I dunno, Merry.

Henry, when yer done with the poems, can you pass me a beer?

BBBBBB

 

[merryclaire]

henry may be cute pea, but he likes big words, and they're hurting my brain, especially since i have nothing but coca cola to ease the pain

sizzle, groan, shhhhh!

 

[merryclaire]

ps/

littleB

 

[Twila]

I offered you some of this weird blue martini crap....the only other thing I have to offer is a 4:20 and last time I mentioned it Pea came to a dead stop and sounded like a race car doing it.

 

[peapod]

Put some rum in the coke, than you will like the words, * sticks finger in bucket of tzatziki...mmmmm dat gooooooooo good. I need a cucumber...for my tzatziki! you arse"s.....let go back to our own clubhouse.

 

[merryclaire]

LOL, pea
wish i had rum, but i am rumless

twila, i'm still waiitng for the strange blue martini crap!
what's a 4:20?