My packages are not currently winging their way to Consuela (sorry, my seekrit Santee is someone else) in case anyone was wondering. Also whoever has me, if you shipped anything already I have not yet received it, if not, no worries- I only just shipped my stuff on Monday, afterall.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2007: Heaven's Just a Funky Moose
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2007? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
Since Consuela brought it up, I have seen no packages in case I was supposed to have, by now. I have new neighbors that I don't entirely trust and a slacker mail deliverer, so there's that.
the hooker-smoking gentlemen
Tilts head in dog-like confuzzlement.
Hey, I'm in Bangkok, baybee. Here the ladies do shows involving razor blades, lengths of ropes, bananas, pingpong balls or cigarettes in new and unexpected places. Go with it.
(Although, to be fair, I always call it a sheesha pipe, which is what they call them in Egypt. Which is poor excuse for not knowing how to spell it, but it's what I'm sticking with. Oh, damn. And now I suddenly really fancy a sheesha...)
Hey, I'm in Bangkok, baybee. Here the ladies do shows involving razor blades, lengths of ropes, bananas, pingpong balls or cigarettes in new and unexpected places. Go with it.
I'm impressed that you would emphasise the ciggies even after leading with the razor blades.
'cause FIRE!
Most of the time, the razor blades are not lit.
I seem to have gotten a long long tube in the mail, which I haven't opened because of some vague memory of somebody in here stating that if a tube arrived before the package NOT to open the tube. Inasmuch as my sievelike memory allowed me to totally forget who said that, perhaps my S. Santa's identity is still clouded.
Most of the time, the razor blades are not lit.
And this matters? It's a freakin' razor blade!
And this matters? It's a freakin' razor blade!
I agree. I do not understand how this works, but I was disinclined to ask the gentleman who stopped me and brandished a menu of exciting Pussy Shows at me for further details. 'Pussy Razor' it said. Which took me to a terrible and baffled mental place mostly full of 'No! It's sharp! Put it down!'
However, upon further reflection I am hoping that what it means is that the young lady in question has sufficiently gladiatorial pelvic muscles that she is able to insert the handle of a disposable razor into a location in which such an object is not usually found, and can then manipulate said razor by use of said pelvic muscles in such a way as to be able to give some white tourist the close shave of his life.
(Regardless of which, it has little to do with the 'hooker-smoking' business, whereas the cigarettes did. thus the bolding. But I entirely agree that the razor blades are pretty damn !!!!!-worthy.)
Perhaps it was a Razr phone ... and she dials, um, internally?
My friend's boyfriend brought her back a note written by a woman holding a pen in an unusual place last time he came back from touring. It's remarkably legible.