Tres, you know the thing that gets me most about 7th map: “It also has a legend stating that Monoa – more often known as El Dorado is only 12 days journey up-river from the coast.”
The damp pudding is easy given how my cooking experiments often turn out. The scary thing is, I’ve already written an awfully bad ’poem’ containing all of those terms now.
meepy, if it’s any consolation, I remembered you. I just suspected you were having too much fun with the conspiracy theory that was afoot to blow your cover. Although, at this point, I would not put it past Matt to enlist the help of a random X-Eer to just send us jumping down unrelated rabbit holes.
Where is that dohopoki, anyway…
Chestnuts roasted by velouria_78 @ 11/14/2008 5:27 PM
Where do you think he is? ;-)
Chestnuts roasted by meepy @ 11/14/2008 5:31 PM
Interesting theory velouria, when was the last time Doho posted on this board?
I think some of us have turned to the dark side!
Chestnuts roasted by Tresjolie9 @ 11/14/2008 5:43 PM
He’s in the giggle of an infant child as their gentle curls get brushed. He’s in the soft breeze that sprinkles cherry blossom on to the heads of lovers as they walk hand-in-hand. He’s in the hearts of people as they do good deeds selflessly for the benefit of their fellow man. He’s behind you, with a kitchen knife. He’s in the flapping wings of the doves of peace and the swans of beauty and grace. He’s in the gentle skitter of a happy squirrel in a Spring woodland. He’s in our hearts, in our thoughts and with us always.
I’m kind of leaning toward this idea of Doho being turned too. The jury’s still out on you too, meepy, so I’d watch my step if I were you.
I swear, Guise is getting me all misty over here.
“The audience is part of the show,” and it included the classic theme music from last year’s advent calendar, vintage advertisements for the circus, and advertisements for the Long Branch Haunted House.
But, “the audience is part of the show,” I think that should be some type of warning.
Chestnuts roasted by Tresjolie9 @ 11/14/2008 7:36 PM
The man with the shifty eyes
Thrilled us with his cakes and pies
But through his cries and lies
His efforts could never belie
That we were surely dealing with Guise
His pastries of butter, milk and corn
Took the most surreal of forms
Thus, he was often forlorn
That he faced derision and scorn
Over the bread’s shape-inspired, ripped, and torn
From his collection of dirty porn
But some canines devised a caper
Spying his loney cat, they said, “We must rape her”
“With some personal ads we’ll bait her”
But their evidence lingered like a vapor
A puddle there, among the doghair, paper
After they took their turns, those damn poodles,
They expunged their loins into Guise’s new strudle
Then sold her for many rubles
To some Russians who were cold and brutal
That paid them oodles and oodles…
So the next time you see Guise putting
Pastries there, ripe for the looting
Give those poodles a solid booting
Lest in that kitchen you loose your footing
And slip in carnal evidence, spent pools of dark pudding
Tresjolie9–I’m not ruling anything out when it comes to meepy. I agree, that whole “audience is part of the show” thing could have some meaning.
Just realized that 2nd stanza has one too many lines in it. Damn. At least I used all of Rob’s proposed meanings for “DP.”
So this is what being unemployed does to a person. I had no idea.
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Do you know if they can “stand the smell?”