I kinda like it when Violet gets mad, I can almost hear her shoes clinking off
I was wondering what you meant by insomnia ... I though maybe it was Freudian slip.
Okay let’s not start calling people men … from her original post in which she spoke of ‘*lack of adherence to the laws of society’, let’s just assume that Nommymonsters do not like to be kissed in any way by girls
and Nommy why on earth did you have your pants undone to start with - that’s either very weird or very forward.
Cate wrote:I kinda like it when Violet gets mad, I can almost hear her shoes clinking off
I was wondering what you meant by insomnia ... I though maybe it was Freudian slip.
Okay let’s not start calling people men … from her original post in which she spoke of ‘*lack of adherence to the laws of society’, let’s just assume that Nommymonsters do not like to be kissed in any way by girls
and Nommy why on earth did you have your pants undone to start with - that’s either very weird or very forward.
.. actually.. as per your Nommy quote, I suggest it's rather "froward."
I still have a few chocolate-covered harmonicas in my freezer behind the candy cigarettes.
But you ladies will have to forgive my confusing comment about buttoning up my pants. It was a typo. By "pants", I meant "corset". And by "corset" I of course meant "frustration". And by "frustration", I meant "kink, which consists largely of pretending not to understand jokes and glaring disapprovingly at people who appear to be enjoying themselves". Which also explains my penchant for button-up jeans.
Actually, Cate, thanks for being gallant but I don't think Violet and her adorable clippy little heels are angry. I imagine Violet has a hard time getting angry at people (just a wild guess, but perhaps she is the sort of person who is stuck getting angry only at abstract institutions). I think this is how Violet makes friends.
It's OK if you want to be friends, Violet. You can even throw stuff sometimes if you want. I can duck just fine.
nonnymonster wrote:I still have a few chocolate-covered harmonicas in my freezer behind the candy cigarettes.
But you ladies will have to forgive my confusing comment about buttoning up my pants. It was a typo. By "pants", I meant "corset". And by "corset" I of course meant "frustration". And by "frustration", I meant "kink, which consists largely of pretending not to understand jokes and glaring disapprovingly at people who appear to be enjoying themselves". Which also explains my penchant for button-up jeans.
Actually, Cate, thanks for being gallant but I don't think Violet and her adorable clippy little heels are angry. I imagine Violet has a hard time getting angry at people (just a wild guess, but perhaps she is the sort of person who is stuck getting angry only at abstract institutions). I think this is how Violet makes friends.
It's OK if you want to be friends, Violet. You can even throw stuff sometimes if you want. I can duck just fine.
.. gee.. just when I was committed to fabulousness on another thread, you having me feeling sad somehow..
.. well, here
[Violet takes a big cushy soft furry ball and throws it at Nonnymonster, who ducks.. and yes.. it does hit Freud.. but is that really because she has "anger issues???" or is it that that fucking idiot is always hanging around waiting for slip ups 'n stuff???.. I mean, fair is fair]
Oh Violet, you poor, poor dear. If I can manipulate you, you must be leaving yourself wide open. Now run along and be a fabulous little princess.
And good job braining Freud. He always skulks back there whenever I have a boudoir-type conversation. It's just plain creepy.
(Adjusts neckline to ensure chin cleavage is demurely covered.)
nonnymonster wrote:Oh Violet, you poor, poor dear. If I can manipulate you, you must be leaving yourself wide open. Now run along and be a fabulous little princess.
And good job braining Freud. He always skulks back there whenever I have a boudoir-type conversation. It's just plain creepy.
(Adjusts neckline to ensure chin cleavage is demurely covered.)
.. chin cleavage, huh?.. you know, the only person I can think of offhand with chin cleavage is
.. don't listen to the mob -- Kirk Douglas is Spartacus.. (or "Sparkticus," my preferred mispronunciation). Actually, I'm noticing that Sir Laurence Olivier also has a little chin cleavage as well. Anyway, the point is, you'll notice that both these examples concern, uh, men. Now, I know Cate scolded me before for suggesting that you too are a, uh, man.. and yet, just look at the evidence with this one itty bitty example??.. I mean, just because you're wearing.. actually, just what ARE you wearing?.. let me see..
.. hmm.. that is the right collar, and yet Audrey's a woman.. a woman with no chin cleavage (I might add).. so.. all of this is a bit confusing. (By the way, this is precisely how Americans think of you brits.. you know, Rex Harrison's Professor Henry Higgins 'n all that good-diction stuff) (just thought you should know).. (oh, that's right, you're probably not a brit either..
.. well, either way: PLEASE could you just (honestly) tell me how you pronounce 'AGAIN'.. I mean, do you pronounce it:
1. Uh-GANE (as does Professor Higgins); or
2. Uhgen.. (rhyming with "men")???
.. if the former, that should amuse me very much (very very much).. (very).. but.. my bet's on the latter, I think.. (probably).. (pretty sure).. (I mean, Uh-GANE [???].. who talks like that, right???).. (right???????).. (my god, if you pronounce it Uh-GANE.. I have to re-think everything then)..
[sigh]
.. wait.. did you say something about having "a boudoir-type conversation"???.. (how did I pass that one up, I wonder).. okay.. so.. you're a woman with a Sparkticus chin, and a high lace collar [pulled up over said cleft chin] [no wonder].. and.. let's see.. a boudoir-type conversa
WAIT: Freud isn't skulking. Freud's got his ear plastered to the other side of your wall, since he's trying to make out what a woman with a cleft-chin and an overhigh lace collar considers sex talk.
.. (geez.. took me a while, but I think I have that one covered).. (my god).
Interesting timing of this mention, Violet.
I had come here just now, thinking I MIGHT mention in another thread, another section that I hope this doesn't regress into a Spartacus situation. Then, abandoned the thought as being merely poor taste.
Spotted IF's name as the one showing for this section, so came here and noticed it was related to Cate's great little ditty about her lost taste [which I almost did and, had I posted per the paragraph above, would have]... and here you are talking about Spartacus.
Interesting timing.
"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken." ~ Oscar Wilde
Well, being from North Carolina, I sound pretty much like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiVls-a6lzI
As for Audrey, I think it would have been ever so much fun if Kirk Douglas were her chin- I mean, voice- double instead of Marni Nixon.
Well, to be honest, I haven't seen My Fair Lady since I was a kid. But I am basing that assertion on my belief that Mr. Douglas would probably have been a better dance partner for Mr. Astaire in Funny Face.
And Mr. Kubrick would surely have been a better directorial choice for both.
Won't tell you what?
1) If I'm a man? (No, I'm a perfectly girly girl, but I did spend five years in the USMC which I consider a permanent free pass to gender bend any which way I please.)
2) What I'm wearing? (That guy used to call me on the phone all the time. I claimed to be wearing a single slice of American cheese.)
3) What sort of hideous pornographic thoughts go mincing through my prissy little brain all day? (B...but Freud is listening! Won't someone please find a phallic symbol for him to play fetch with?)
nonnymonster wrote:Won't tell you what?
1) If I'm a man? (No, I'm a perfectly girly girl, but I did spend five years in the USMC which I consider a permanent free pass to gender bend any which way I please.)
2) What I'm wearing? (That guy used to call me on the phone all the time. I claimed to be wearing a single slice of American cheese.)
3) What sort of hideous pornographic thoughts go mincing through my prissy little brain all day? (B...but Freud is listening! Won't someone please find a phallic symbol for him to play fetch with?)
.. um.. Uh-GANE:
I was just asking how you pronounce it..
[and I know you're never going to tell me -- truthfully, I mean.. so, I don't know why I persist in this]
.. hideous, huh?.. hmm..
.. actually
Never mind.
You know, Freud is just a fuck-face.
Anyway, just fuck-im.
[which is actually a fairly hideous pornographic thought, come to think of it]
.. nonny.. I’ve designed this wallpaper for you for your naughty little boudoir.. you know, the one where you have all those hideous pornographic thoughts – probably of Freud lecturing at you.. who knows what about, but you can bet your bottom dollar it’s something FILTHY. [the fucker]
.. maybe some day, you’ll tell me what I want to hear: that yes, you do pronounce it: Uh-GANE. Until that day, you can expect more prodding. Or wallpaper. Or both. Or Freud. Oh, here’s the wallpaper I designed for him:
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WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT FILTHY CIGAR OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BIG FAT ROTTEN STINKIN' ASS?
.. do you think he’ll like the color? or.. I mean, I was thinking maybe something more pastelie.. not sure though..
I kinda like it when Violet gets mad, I can almost hear her shoes clinking off
