So when's the wedding? 

Jimi Hendrix does. We've already established this.No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.
What about Gene Krupa?Jimi Hendrix does. We've already established this.No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.
Fuck, Jimi Hendrix pretty much trumps everyone.
Jimi Hendrix does. We've already established this.No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.
Fuck, Jimi Hendrix pretty much trumps everyone.
This has nothing to do with chops.Jimi Hendrix does. We've already established this.No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.
Fuck, Jimi Hendrix pretty much trumps everyone.
Stevie Ray Vaughn could give him a run for his money.
All these list, they make it complicated I say!
I love Jeeves.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.What, like if Amelia loves Byron and Byron loves Amelia, but Amelia also loves Cornelius and Cornelius also loves Amelia?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]
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.
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.
Holdfast's got it going on with that tongue of his.
No one trumps Leonard Fucking Cohen.
I think I scared Braindeer with my hypothetical question. Poor girl, don't need me scaring her :/
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.I love Jeeves.![]()
It's the way he cuts the crusts off the cucumber sandwiches.
Nobody loves me for my raw sexual magnetism.
Thank you though!![]()
I think I can live with that.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?![]()
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That's so cute. And also very sad. Sorry about laughing.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.![]()
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