Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Come In, We're Open

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  1. It looks more like we're being asked to leave.

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    1. RIMPY: Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

      Where have you been? We haven't seen you in months!

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    2. Been skulking through the shrubbery, looking for Princesses.

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    3. RIMPY: Our Princess is busy with her sticky willy.

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    4. That was way back in October. I'm trying to goad her into putting up the FGES competition. Perhaps some peer pressure from the Infomaniacs would turn the tide.

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    5. RIMPY: Our reminder post in October does not seem to have done the trick.

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    6. I hope all is well with Prinny and the Empress. She chimes in occasionally with comments here. I tried to contact her directly, but so far, no response. I'm hoping she might see these comments.

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    7. RIMPY: I'll jump up and down and twirl like a dervish to see if that helps attract Prinny's attention.

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    8. That should be quite a sight if you're wearing the same outfit from the picture.

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    9. RIMPY: Speaking of TFGES, see my new post.

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  2. That's not the most enticing welcome board I ever saw.

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    1. MISTRESS MADDIE: What's the matter? Not a big enough piece of wood?

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  3. I have "a friend" who is often asked to leave.

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    1. LX: Your "friend" can leave his Crocs at the door next time.

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  4. You pop round to Serena's place, and you never know what's going to happen! Jx

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    1. Only ever draped over the shoulders, luvvie! Never worn... Jx

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  5. Hold the door! And put the toaster on! I come bearing a crate of Spreadable Gin...

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    1. MR. DeVICE: The perfect accompaniment to your spreadable legs.

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  6. I would've thought a revolving
    door would've graced your abode.

    To match your bed.

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    1. Norma,

      You're getting out of hand with the pot-to-kettle comments.

      I offer up a bit prose for you to ponder.

      Of the slatternly sort,
      with whom you cavort,
      dwelleth in glass homes,
      we're sad to report.

      Inexplicable is a gent,
      with a curved tongue now bent,
      lingual copulation,
      has left the lad spent.

      His Crisco and gin,
      layered thickly or thin,
      ain't the only thing he's spread,
      on whomever wanders in.

      So chortle if you will,
      a crass offerings shill,
      Inexplicable will host,
      far more than your fill.

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    2. Mistress darling, do send Testo upstairs to see someone in the publishing division. I don't have to tell you, Infomaniac has found its poet laureate.

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    3. I hope I get to see some of the royalties from being featured in this perfectly precise prose? It reminds me of my days down at the docks... Thank you, Testosterone!

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    4. It’s been more than TEN years since the Infomaniac Summer Vacation Poetry Competition.

      Perhaps the time has come for another poetry contest.

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  7. I see that No shirt, No shoes, No pants is Not a Problem!

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  8. Well this is all very spic'n'span! But not an all over tan!
    I have decided that for when my mind goes blank then I shall compensate by making a sweet, but relevant rhyme.
    Sx

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    1. MISS SCARLET: See my comment to Testo, Norma and Mr. DeVice.

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    2. Oops, I'm really embarrassed, I was not paying attention to the rest of the comments on this thread when I left mine.... and my little rhyme pales into insignificance in comparison... anyhow, I believe I should crawl back into hibernation now.
      Sx

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    3. MISS SCARLET: This is no time for hibernation when a new post is up.

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  9. I think I'll use the back door.

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