Taemus MacRoegen

judas

Nada.

Can't eat what I'd like to right now either because the menu is incommunicado.

confidante

(shakes head to clear thoughts, blinks at spill of whip cream falling from breech fly)

"By tha wee of chance did I enjoy meself last night?"

(stumbles into kitchen,half awake,half clothed,hair a mess,bleary eyed)

"Why is there whip cream in me breeches?"

Where's the whip cream?

feather duster

(hmmmm....mebbe a real short french maid outfit too....)

Just got to work and found out they fired the *&&%&* that's been making my life hell here....Do I feel guilty for being part of the firing squad? NAh...ya burns yer bridges ye land in th drink...

High hold, sweet Jenny lass;

A pat on tha...well, back fer now ...fer it.

Sometymes ya jest hafta pull tha trigger on such. I've dunnit meself on true occasion. Deliberation given in tha extreme account. Not an event of ease ever.

Lose no sleep over tha useless and wretched, fer they've missed their call......

Me compliments, Cap'n Wake!

Food of tha Gods indeed!

*Taymie doffs wretched green hat and straddles chair at adjacent table*

Well well well. Top o' tha' day ta ya, Captain Wake. A place of fyne company(*eyes Jenny*) an' consumable qualities(*scans menu,eyes Jenny again*).

I'm thinkin' a bowl of shrimp bisque, a basket of conch fritters, a spiny lobster, an' tha best rum on the shelf will do.(*eyes Jenny,grins at the cool whip*) An' I'm thinkin' I'll be needin' a dozen raws fer tha' start.

I love cleavage. A place I love being. Cleavage makes me very...happy. Cannot get enough. Well, not just cleavage. I love both places above the rib cage; cleavage and oral..........

Ooops. I said that out loud also didn't I?

Damn. I need to stop that. I may offend someone without cleavage or a mouth. Damn, I did it again. Sorry.

I'm betting no thong for Lois. Granny panties all the way, pulled up to her naval. (echhh!) Missionary mundane. No woofin' either. I'm out.

Superman can have her.

Can I get a job there?

(I really,really,really need a Hanna job)

Is Mad Jack and Jack Hanna the same person?

I think Superman is the one thinking too hard if he's spying Lois' unders. Bastard.

If I recall it correctly (it's been quite awhile), she asked him if he could see what color underwear she had on. So Supe is not entirely at fault.

Then,mayhaps,he could control the depth or strength of his sexray vision? So if he's squinting it probably means he's undressed you with his eyes.

Bastard.

Euro

aged

If the X Spex saw just beyond the bra I'd buy one.

No, on second thought, I wouldn't. I'd buy two.

I think Superman is the one thinking too hard if he's spying Lois' unders. Bastard.

Good, definately.

Good rum, good sex, good treasure, good sex, good rum.....

Aye, I would say I'd use mine for good.

Super power eh? I don't have to wear a silly costume will I? Because I already do that at Faire.

Okay....to be able to read women's minds and translate.

Me.. just kidding..

Nay, yer not, ya sessy li'l t'ing you....

Puff Daddy

puff daddy the magic dragon?

I fully intend to tuck into a nice bottle of Irish whiskey when I get home. 

Jamesons? Bushmills?

Now yer fekkin' talkin', mate!

A man after me own black heart!

Don't wanna work, and I really would rather not be this sober.

I agree. Sobriety severely cuts into my drinking tyme.

Does this bottle make my butt look big?