just ignore and let this one die

You want to wash his pots and pans?

Being a gentleman, you hold it open.
Twice!

Once - when the other woman arrives to collect your woman and her stuff (and a lot of your stuff).
Twice - when they leave.

Any other questions?

Baby - where have you been all my life! Allegria huny, take a number.. I was just going to start with eating his cooking..
Now I am looking forward to desert...

Edited to add... if he is as talented as this all suggests - we may need to share just to survive the experience

I seem to have missed all the fun today.
Some reason people kept coming into my office and asking me to do things for them…like work.
I feel a 3 day weekend coming

Work?!
I just asked my company about a job, I never said anything about work.

Searching for you.

"X" marks the spot...

Awwww this thread has made a lurve connection

Not yet, but I keep trying

And on that note, I'm sneaking off early and headed home.

Not that I'm bing all that sneaky. If your in the building here after 4:00 on Friday your here by yourself.

I'll be at the Hangout in 10 minutes or so.

/me tip[toes into the thread, looks around....gets thoroughly confuzzled....can't find the way out and crawls under the table to huddle cross legged, rocking back and forth....

Graph joins Claire under the table and holds her close...
al the while watching (from a puppy's POV) all the footsies going on between all those seated at the table.

/me bends down and peers under the table, then pours some cream in a saucer for both Claire and Graphic.

/me listens to something from another world...(rumored to be called Real Life) and jumps up suddenly, crashing her head unto the table before collapsing back down and holding her head in her hands....

ouchie

With tears in her eyes she whispers "I just heard Gladiators was back..."



Anyone remember that show?

"Another on bites the dust...."


PS... /me gives Graph a big hug

Edit: And gives Isabeau a huge grin

The new gladiators sucks worse than the old one.

YAWN "CX"

you make gypsy cry

srsly Conan, too much to think about on Friday....

/me grabs you and swings us both around in a dozy do...

I haven't seen it, but I can't wait...I used to love it!

Of course, I was all of about 3 at the time it first appeared lol...I just remember cheering on the Gladiators and singing along. I loved the Atlaspheres event....

Good day. I wish to share with you a tale of a time of upheval inwhich my life was changed for ever. I shall endeavour to be brief, so please recline comfortably in your current location. I intend to relay to you the manner in which I ascended to my lofty social status in the affluent suburb of Bel Air.

I spent my formative years in the western most quarter of that great City of Brotherly Love with which so much of the history of our great nation is concerned. Much of my leisure time was spent at a local playground; being predominantly devoted to respite, loitering or else engaged in that most vigorous of sports; basketball. As luck would have it, the aforementioned playground was adjacent to a local educational establishment. Sadly, during this time a brace of local ruffians were seen in the vicinity causing all manner of unwholesome mischief. Inevitably, being a hot-headed youngster at the time, an altercation occurred. Despite the fact that this altercation was a singular occurrence, and a somewhat insignificant one at that, my mother took fright at the prospect that I would be drawn into involvement in further incidents. Her solution was to advise me that I was to travel to live with her sister and her sister’s husband in an affluent suburb of Los Angeles called Bel Air.

I endeavoured to make her see reason on an almost daily basis, but her resolve was so great that my pleas fell on deaf ears. Indeed, she had already prepared my belongings for the journey ahead. The situation obviously troubled her, as, despite not being given to emotional outbursts, she could not refrain from displaying her affection for me with a kiss whilst in the process of furnishing me with my essential travel documents. Resigned to my fate, I decided that music from my personal stereo would be an appropriate distraction.

The journey was not unpleasant in and of itself; indeed, I was furnished with a seat in the first class section of the aircraft. One particular anecdote that springs to mind was the method by which orange juice was served to me; in a fluted champagne glass of all things! This was very much outside of my usual experience, and I could not help but wonder whether this apparent decadence was familiar to the residents of Bel Air. If this were the case, I thought, then perhaps my lot in life was not so ill after all.

Upon arrival at the airport terminal; without incident, I might add, I noticed a gentleman in some form of official looking regalia awaiting my arrival – this was apparent, as the gentleman in question had some sort of placard with my name on it. I assumed him to be a law enforcement officer, and took my leave before attracting his attention; as a law abiding citizen, I had no wish for an encounter with the establishment at such an early point in this new chapter of my life.

I gestured for a hackney carriage, and duly attracted one. When it approached I noticed a number of peculiarities; first, that the licence plate said “FRESH”, second that there appeared to be dice suspended from the rear view mirror. I found both of these qualities to mark this particular taxi as sticking out from the crowd. Putting it out of my mind, I explained to the driver that my destination was the affluent suburb of Bel Air, where my aunt and her husband reside.

At approximately 1900 hours or 2000 hours, I’m afraid I can be no more specific than that, I arrived at a large domicile that intelligence had led me to understand was owned by my aunt and her husband. I advised the driver that his services were no longer required, but suggested to him that it was likely that we would encounter each other again at some undisclosed point in the future. Taking a brief moment of respite, I glanced around the nearby area over which I was bound to hold hegemony. I was relieved to have now reached my destination, where no doubt I would reside and hold the status of liege of this particular fiefdom in the affluent Los Angeles suburb of Bel Air.

Especially since he invented teh internets.

wow...Conan

You even managed to somehow keep the rhythm in it.... and still keep it fun!

0.0

*swoons and faints*

Thanks. I was thinking about this on the bus to college this morning all the way there!

So.. what's it like to be sucked by a gladiator?

Wow! Conan: England's (I think?) version of Will Smith.

Rare that a follow-up surpasses its predecessor, but somehow you managed to pull it off. Bravo. Well done, sir.

Time well spent lol...