Light up the Sky

Phone in, throw me a line off the top of your head and I'll get round to answering your post... every post.

Knock my willy warmer off!

* a willy warmer is a knob-sock.

I like the new title of this forum much better.

As for the rest of your post, you have special pieces of apparel for that over there? Jeez, I'm glad I met you, I'm getting Quite an education re: a country I thought I already knew a bunch about...

So being that you've called yourselves the Cabo twins, does that mean here we can mention Ronald McDonald without spitting three times and turning counter clockwise while throwing salt over our shoulders, and nothing horrible will come to pass? (again, not that I have any great love for him...his voice actually grates on my nerves...just checking...)

Ravenna, I don't see the title lasting, to be honest. 'Two Of A Kind' - It conjures a slightly 'camp' picture, I think. Sounds like something I might hear at an evening of 'Cabaret'... its a bit too "special" and "jazz hands" for my taste. Also, Unchained's 'Cabo Twins' thing seems to have been completely taken out of context. I got the joke, and in that respect, myself and unchained are 'Twin' like... but Cabo Twins?!? nay.. nay... and thrice nay!!!

Oh, Willy Warmers are just the tip of the iceberg. Nannies, buttered scones and Willy Warmers are commonplace items. Us Brits are a strange breed, and, as the Willy Warmer proves, we are an inventive sort by nature.

Unchained here...

As the Doobie Brothers once said, "Listen to the music!"

The Cabo twins, out here takin' control...
UK is okay, so long as y'all got soul...
Waborita seniorita, we likes that latin flava...
Be my bean burrito, ya know my boy jus' played ya...
Like K-fed with Britney, hittin' her up back...
Little Sean Preston says my game is wack...
Iro so bad he wear a bulletproof vest...
niggas be trailin' on the mad anthony express...
Big Boss, hot sauce, Gin 'n juice...
Caboz in da house, Iro gettin' loose...

Y'all better step off, get outta my grille,
I'm like an iron maiden runnin' to da hills,
Cabo crazy, my dawgs gonna deal ya,
Da twins gonna get y'all drunk on tequila!

Word...

Funny as hell my nigga

The line has re-opened. The machine is freshly greased.

Ding-fuckin-dong.

Stratford-upon-Avon calling....!

Ahhhh, Shakespeare country.....

"A Mod job, a Mod job.... My kingdom for a Mod job!".

I luv those multi-barrel place names. We have some weird sounding Villages too, e.g Great Snoring.... which is accompanied by its over-the-fence neighbour, Little Snoring.

Well, the Amish folk got to name a great many of the towns near here, and let me just say that they have an interesting sense of humor. No kidding, these are the names of several towns nearby each other:

Bird-in-Hand
Paradise
Intercourse
Blue Ball

Guess you can tell what was occupying their minds during the long cold winter months we get here.....

We just got a new alarm system put in and 2 days ago we discovered that you can record your own voice to the alarm. Well, this new system talks everytime you open the front door, it says "Fault, front door", my dad re-programmed it to say "Shut the damn door!" It is funny as hell to walk in and hear my dad sounding like a angry old man.

I love the Amish. They finally got their big break on that film 'Witness'... since then they haven't looked back.

I type this, of course, with my "keys of the hand" whilst drinking from my "cup of the hand".
Excuse me now, for I have to wipe the milk from my chin-beard and help with the dishes... I do the "cloth of the hand" bit.

Oh and Ravenna, "Be careful among them English".

So you've seen Witness? Then you've seen where I live--it was filmed right here in Lancaster County PA---the only thing your missing, to get a full impression of the area, is the fact that the air has this amazingly disgusting yet comfortingly familiar odor to it when the fields get fertilized. They're very big on recycling animal output, if you get my meaning...*ssssnnnifffff!* ah....spring in Lancaster County.....

Rolling arable fields and the pong of poo are right up my 'apples and pears' (stairs), actually. I'd love to buy a farmstead and grow lavender... oh, and keep Llamas. Yes thats right, Lavender & Llamas. Honestly. I once harvested lavender all through one long-hot-summer, during my University sentence. I'd buy me up a bit of land and grow the purple flowered fauna, then harvest it for its oil in summer and when spring comes I'd sheer the Llamas... I'd be very happy.

Sounds quite charming indeed....

Funny thing, that lavendar...it just happens to be my favorite scent. But I had to stop using my lavendar soap for a few years because apparently, when young men are between the ages of 10 to 12 or 13, if they are exposed to lavendar (or tea tree oil) on a regular basis, it can cause them to develop Gynaecomastia, not a pleasant thing for a young man at that age, I'm sure you'll agree. Since Max is 11, no more Lavendar for me for several years....*sigh*

Best play it safe though.

After all....

Long hair and tits??...... Oh unchained!!!!!!!!

OH!! That's just not right! Yes, definitely I can forego the use of a bit of lavendar to prevent that! *shudder*

That pic is sick. is that Jonathan Davis?

All i can say is "WOW"

She's taken!

Yep. Getting to 2nd base has never been so furry.

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Heyyyyy!!! AJ was talkin' about me!! What are YOU talking about????

He Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love, cause love is rotten to the core.
He Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love, just like he told you before.


Sorry I had too.

HAHAHA! Good one, AJ.
Just so we're clear here....even though my mom told me to "eat my vegetables cuz they'd put hair on my chest," and for some strange reason that logic worked until I was 6 (!), it did not come true.....

Lets thank God for that one, huh? You might have looked like Hillary Clinton.

Oh my God, did I just say that?

Where does rav stand on the issue of a hairy chest??

Dude, your worse than someone else I know.
You know who I'm talking about

Isambard Kingdom Brunel, the great Victorian engineer?!?

Sumtin' like dat.

Dey-do-dough-dont-dey-dough, as the Beatles would say.

I miss ravenna.

aww...I miss you too darlin'....and it appears we just missed each other tonight...drat....

As to your question of how I stand on the issue of a hairy chest? I generally don't stand on anyone's chest, hairy or not---it leads to breathing problems....hahaha! On the other hand, if you're asking my preference, I'd have to say it depends on the particular chest...I mean, as long as I love the guy, it honestly doesn't really matter to me whether his chest is hairy or not--I'd find it yummy either way because it's his....ya know? Dave's hirsute offering, on the other hand, handcuffed to that chainlink fence on the insert poster in WACF?? Hellz yeah, I'd so dance my fingers through that fertile veldt....

And apropos of nothing, I freakin' miss Freddy Mercury...

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Amen, Mr Mercury.

HAHAHA! You rock, Iro....I've always loved that tune! Thanks, I feel better now....Amen, Mr. Mercury indeed....

If I'm the rock... you must be the enchanting Mermaid a-top it.

Gawd --- I'm such a flirtmeister.

Splish-splash, a flick of her tail and yer done for, sailor...

So how many years do you have to study to reach "meister" level? Or does one come about that naturally?

He studied with summie thats for sure.

eww. Let's hope not. Smarm would not become our man Iro....

Yeah, Iro is our #1 Pimp "Player In Management Position".

Freddie sure could sing.

RIP.

Yes, yes he could. And he could write as well---many of his songs have a great deal of meaning for me...I think the world lost a rare gift the day we lost Freddie...

Yes he was amazing. What was even worse about his death was that he couldnt die in peace, the paaps sttod outside his home waiting for him to admit that he had AIDS. He did from the balcony and passed that night.

To me that was tragic. The guy is dying, they should of showed some compassion.

I agree...vultures...We had a minor incident out at the faire here in AZ last year, when some lightning struck too close for comfort to a person heading to their car in the parking lot. The initial story was that someone had been actually struck, and within minutes--and I mean merely 4-5 minutes--there were 6 helicopters buzzing the place. We're located 40 miles east of Phoenix...It was revolting...(thank goodness no one was actually hurt...)

I obtained my Diploma from a germanic chap, called Herr. Huffenpuff, with a handle-bar moustache who claimed, in a rather abrasive manner, that the documentation was legit and that his office was in Munich.

He also sold me a snake called Basil.

*giggle* handlebar moustaches tickle...

I once knew a mongoose called Rosemary...she wasn't your typical mongoose, dontcha know. She thought snakes were friendly and liked to play with them, and I never knew her to hurt a one...

The best kind of snake is a dead snake. Maybe thats why summie hasn't been around?
Just kidding man!