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Cupid Escrow Service - aka Holdfast Matchmaking Inc.

The wedding will be taking place at the lovely and charming: Over my dead body...I hear the food is quite good there. Yes of course you can attend!

Of course this is nothing personal against Holdfast..but he and I have an arrangement and we don't want to muck it up with weddings....they tend to ruin the fun.
 
And now I've got "Hallelujah" stuck in me head :lol: Just got it out since I played some BF1943 earlier today and it turned up in the playlist. Now that was an intresting experience.
 
^ Good, but I think Buddy Rich was better.

Is this show still on the air? Anyone else sick and tired of these endless filler episodes? I think a clip show would be welcome about now.... Damn it man, get to the results show!

Q2UnME
 
All these list, they make it complicated I say!

The complication makes it entertaining...

... for me. :D

And then Jeeves makes everyone afternoon tea while Bertie sings a song on the pianoforte.
I love Jeeves. :adore:

It's the way he cuts the crusts off the cucumber sandwiches.

Incidentally, what happens if there's a one-crush, two-crushees triangle match? [The game is called off for rain and the Duckworth-Lewis method kicks in? - someone]
What, like if Amelia loves Byron and Byron loves Amelia, but Amelia also loves Cornelius and Cornelius also loves Amelia?

Well, they all get their escrows completed.

Amelia is told that both Byron and Cornelius love her, but Byron is only told that Amelia loves her, and Cornelius is only told the same.

And then Jeeves makes everyone afternoon tea while Bertie sings a song on the pianoforte.
I've not felt inspired to post in this thread until now (though it's been an entertaining read). I suppose I could have informed Kestra, as advertised, but I might as well have it in the open: Holdfast, I may just have a little crush on you, what with your fashion sense, accent, and Wodehouse references.

Nobody loves me for my raw sexual magnetism. :(

Thank you though! :adore:

However, I shall only marry you if you can whisk me away to a courtly English manor house equipped with a forbidding wine cellar and a sagacious butler who trickles in and out of rooms with wit and a solid home remedy for hangovers.

Well, I do live in a Georgian building, and the wine cellar is slowly growing. However my lack of a butler would doom us to just living in sin.

Scandalous, but I think I could live with the scurrilous gossip...

Deal? ;) :devil:

Holdfast's got it going on with that tongue of his.

That's what they all say after... :shifty:

(I do so love you for sending me such an easy lob of a set-up line! Now that's amore. :p )

No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.

You tell 'em Timby. :techman:

If nothing else, he'll drive them to suicide before they have a chance to beat him.
 
^ Sorry Holdy...that wasn't a setup for you! I took that one myself. I definintely meant that as a doube entendre. =)
 
I think I scared Braindeer with my hypothetical question. Poor girl, don't need me scaring her :/


:lol:

Don't worry, you didn't scare me! I just haven't been online for a day or two. Hypothetically, I wouldn't be freaked out. Just very flattered! :hugegrin:

My favourite phase of Jeeves & Wooster (the TV series, anyway) is when Bertie grows a moustache, much to the disdain of Jeeves :lol: I thought Hugh looked rather dashing, personally.
 
I love Jeeves. :adore:

It's the way he cuts the crusts off the cucumber sandwiches.
I was reading The Code of the Woosters on the train on the way home from work one frigid February day -- I was coming home from the Bronx, which is a long haul to Brooklyn. I was really tired as I'd gotten up at 5am on little sleep, and I was very hungry, as I'd not had any food since my breakfast latte several hours earlier. I fell asleep reading and dreamed I was at an English garden party, all summer and fragrance, and there was a tempting tray of little cucumber sandwiches glittering in the sun in front of me. I took one. The bread was white and soft and the cucumber was the image of crisp freshness. I raised it to my mouth, admiring the lightness of it, the lack of crusts. My lips were wet with anticipation. And just as I was ready to bite into the little square of heaven, I woke to the sad realization that I was sitting on a crowded, fluorescent-lit 6 train, my arm stretched out in front of me, and my mouth open, awaiting the non-existent cucumber sandwich of my dreams. :(



Nobody loves me for my raw sexual magnetism. :(

Thank you though! :adore:
:)



Well, I do live in a Georgian building, and the wine cellar is slowly growing. However my lack of a butler would doom us to just living in sin.

Scandalous, but I think I could live with the scurrilous gossip...

Deal? ;) :devil:
I think I can live with that. :devil:
 
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And just as I was ready to bite into the little square of heaven, I woke to the sad realization that I was sitting on a crowded, fluorescent-lit 6 train, my arm stretched out in front of me, and my mouth open, awaiting the non-existent cucumber sandwich of my dreams. :(
That's so cute. And also very sad. Sorry about laughing. :lol:
 
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