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EvilBastard wrote:
Vell, in zis case, kom to me, mein liebchen, and let me talk to you in ze language of lof on ze subject of tea, ze vezzer, und ze steak und kidney puddinks!
I don't recall encouraging you to charm me with a bad German accent though.
Ah-HA! So you admit that my bad German accent is charming, then?! Yes, Igor - soon vill she be in mein klutches und powerless to rezist! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha...
I just hope then your lovely stewardess won't be too irritated finding me in your klutches*....
*whatever that is anyway....
Put their heads on f*cking pikes in front of the venue for all I care.
canon docre wrote:
I don't recall encouraging you to charm me with a bad German accent though.
Ah-HA! So you admit that my bad German accent is charming, then?! Yes, Igor - soon vill she be in mein klutches und powerless to rezist! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha...
I just hope then your lovely stewardess won't be too irritated finding me in your klutches*....
*whatever that is anyway....
I believe the usual quote in this situation is ... get a room you two!
canon docre wrote:
I don't recall encouraging you to charm me with a bad German accent though.
Ah-HA! So you admit that my bad German accent is charming, then?! Yes, Igor - soon vill she be in mein klutches und powerless to rezist! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha...
I just hope then your lovely stewardess won't be too irritated finding me in your klutches*....
*whatever that is anyway....
As we say in England, cum felis catus absentus est, then may the mice disport themselves at their leisure.
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
EvilBastard wrote:
Ah-HA! So you admit that my bad German accent is charming, then?! Yes, Igor - soon vill she be in mein klutches und powerless to rezist! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha...
I just hope then your lovely stewardess won't be too irritated finding me in your klutches*....
*whatever that is anyway....
As we say in England, cum felis catus absentus est, then may the mice disport themselves at their leisure.
... if it is to my leisure remains yet to be seen....
I am far too much of a gentleman to invite this flower of womanhood to partake of an indiscretion in a room, fearful as I am of the damage that may ensue to her reputation (my own reputation is, I fear, already firmly cemented about town as a cad and a rake, wholly undeserved though it may be it does afford me entrance to any number of the metropolis' more disreputable gentlemen's sporting clubs).
Dear sweet unsullied Miss Docre - I should consider it a signal honour and an inestimable pleasure if you and your chaperone would consent to join me in the garden room where we might spend a pleasant hour perusing the rhododendrons - I give you my word that your honour and chastity will remain unsullied throughout (much though I wish it might be otherwise ).
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
I am far too much of a gentleman to invite this flower of womanhood to partake of an indiscretion in a room, fearful as I am of the damage that may ensue to her reputation (my own reputation is, I fear, already firmly cemented about town as a cad and a rake, wholly undeserved though it may be it does afford me entrance to any number of the metropolis' more disreputable gentlemen's sporting clubs).
Dear sweet unsullied Miss Docre - I should consider it a signal honour and an inestimable pleasure if you and your chaperone would consent to join me in the garden room where we might spend a pleasant hour perusing the rhododendrons - I give you my word that your honour and chastity will remain unsullied throughout (much though I wish it might be otherwise ).
Oh dear Sir, the delicate odeur of rhododendrons is as much enthralling as your fervid invite for a languid afternoon at yours. My insipid chaperone would undoubtedly be delighted to enjoy an unexpected idle away time in town. She is certain that a gentleman of your virtues is au fait with the care of a fastidious yet capricious lady as myself.
Excuse my coquetery, Sir E.B., but my excitement knows no bounds.
Put their heads on f*cking pikes in front of the venue for all I care.
You've all done very well in my absence. I'm proud of you.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
emilystrange wrote:i lost some posts while you were gone. is that your fault?
Nah, that'll be that evil bastard Petseri!
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
