All your butts are belong to me!

[bad company]

Gramps might like it, which would mean you wouldn't do it

[reyler]

I wouldn't do it under any circumstances, but he wasn't talking about me.

[GrandpaG]

It must be something naughty. I used to like naughty in my younger days. Not so important nowadays.

* sighs *

 

No, the "she" was not specific...it was a general character...could be any she.

 

Now I'll have to try to google the silly word because I'm curious.

 

* goes to google *

 

* returns *

 

 

OOOOOOooohhhh !!!

 

 

Taint got nothin' to do with what I first guessed.

 

Well...

 

Might be considered a flower, maybe...

 

Could be a biological term...

 

Maybe I wasn't so far off after all !!!

 

I still doubt that I'll be able to remember the spelling in a week or two but I think I might remember the meaning.

 

* blushes *

* grins *

* ponders the example sentence *

* blushes some more *

[reyler]

Coprophilia, gravidophilia, dendrophilia...

[GrandpaG]

* purposely avoids the temptation of googling those words *

* thinks about what they probably mean *

* blushes...AGAIN *

 

Remember.

 

There could be innocent youngsters googling this stuff.

 

Or, maybe sheltered old folks!!!

[reyler]

This makes forty thousand posts for me, and unlike some people within range of my post count, mine was achieved without cheating.

[Ireond]

So, you're a 40k, and with the tendency of you to beat things, does that make you a Warhammer 40k?

[reyler]

Just so we're clear, was that you requesting that I hit you in the face so hard that your skull comes to resemble a spoon?

[GrandpaG]

I somehow get the feeling that I am glad that I don't understand any of that.

* nods *

[reyler]

In summation:

 

<Ireond> *horrendously unfunny joke*

<reyler> *threats of excessive violence*

<GrandpaG> *general bewilderment*

[bad company]

Business as usual

[reyler]

*revokes badclerk's business license and has him sent to the Bastille*

[Ireond]

That's what you do to a turkey, right? You use the juices to bastille it?

[reyler]

You give him too much credit; he's not nearly as useful as a turkey.

[Ireond]

Are you implying he's fowl?

[reyler]

No, I'm implying shut your piehole, is what.

[Ireond]

No need to get tart with me

[reyler]

[bad company]

Thus the great pastry war started

[reyler]

Oh it's been going on for centuries, they've just been a little more circumspect about it.

[bad company]

So those half half biscuits are like a representation of it

[reyler]

*circumcises badcork with a wood chipper*

[Ashaman Kovan]

Graphic.

[reyler]

As it was, so it shall ever be.

[Ireond]

Circumspect, that's where you take the Pie and use it for a Radio or something, right?