Gravatar Hungry for ...?


Gravatar why, gingerbread of course, Zoe. i just *love* gingerbread. I could eat gingerbread til it's coming out of my ears.


Gravatar right, sorry.

thanks for sorting that out


Gravatar "..til it's coming out of my ears"

Nice....


Gravatar Oh dear, I scarcely know what to say ... you know, after the gardens and all ...


Gravatar I thought you'd be saying Zoe! Behave! as usual, Chris


Gravatar Looking for a bit of discipline, ay Zoe? I refuse to perform on demand.

*wonders what on earth he's doing here with shameless hussys*


Gravatar *bewildered, realises he has inadvertently stumbled into the Girls' locker room*


Gravatar *permits himself a sly smile as he settles into the corner, partially obscured by carelessly tossed aside towels*


Gravatar *for he knew this was the one place they would never think of looking for him. Holding tightly to his treasure, he buried himself under the warm towels. In the distance, over the risque chatter, he could hear the urgent shouts and pounding footsteps going straight passed the locker room door*


Gravatar "Holding tightly to his treasure"

please stop...


Gravatar You've done this before, haven't you, Chris?


Gravatar being there

riding in cars with boys

wicked game

who does she think she is

Your blogging is almost like an opera this week Gianna. Bach composing blog entires under this headlines and then the musical climax in the Garden of Eden (smile)

PS: Thank God that unlike the daily bread, the gingerbred can be eaten stale or at least a few days old ...


Gravatar First time, I swear Zoe, and purely by accident. Please don't say anything. I'll do anything.

*thank goodness for the towels ... already the gardens seem so long ago*


Gravatar so that's why you were holding on to your treasure so tightly


Gravatar You mean you can see through these towels? Egads, will this crazy night ever end ...


Gravatar it was the tightness around the eyes that let the cat out of the bag


Gravatar So now you know the whole story, what's to become of me? I'm at your mercy.


Gravatar I dunno

Perhaps I'll keep stalking you around other abandoned threads when I've drunk too much wine.

Or something.


Gravatar Could be fun. I don't think I've ever been stalked before, or at least not in abandoned threads.


Gravatar yeah, well I think this one's run its natural course. people are listening!

let me know when you find another dark corner somewhere


Gravatar OK, I'll send you our secret sign.


Gravatar *pokes head in door, about to switch lights out*

"Ooh! 'Scuse me...I had no idea you two were still in here. I was just locking up...er..do you guys want some clothes at all?"


Gravatar Wouldn't mind something to wash down all that damned gingerbread.


Gravatar A glass of bubbly would be lovely, ta.

I told you we needed to go somewhere more discreet!


Gravatar And can you also change the CD please G? Do you have any Van?

Whatddaya mean more discreet? Only vlado and that crazy czech guy know we're here, and it wasn't me who started tossing around the towels. And keep your voice down. It might seem safe now, but you never know when they might come back.


Gravatar you're right cs, this is a crazy place. i'm sure an abandoned thread on your blog would be a much safer place for Zoe to camp out tonight *wink* and there's all those great etchings over there you can show her


Gravatar you mean you've already shown another blogger your etchings?

sheesh


Gravatar Thanks a lot G! What if I told everyone about the gardens? Oh, and aren't you supposed to be on drink and cd duties, btw?

Zoe darling, I can explain, but for now ... wait, what's that noise?

*distant sound of gunshots followed by dogs howling*


Gravatar *bursts in*

--christ! ok, so here's your Van...and here's your bubbly...happy now? I nearly got shot for you guys. what the hell is going on?


Gravatar It's Evil Pundit's storm troopers, he's accused me of sperm theft, and I'm on the run.

Chris has been visiting me at the Womb Carriers Detention Centre, and helped me bust out.

Bar the door and get under the towels, G. It could get messy in here.


Gravatar "No Guru". Good choice G. But quick, there's just room enough here for us all under these towels. Mind the treasure. Put the drinks on it, if you like.

I must say, there's no gainsaying the fact that we're all now in an extremely tight position here. That Evil Pundit will kill anyone who steals sperm. The media says he may have a point. After all, who the hell knows what mysterious purposes sperm can be put to? It's said that he won't rest before he has every womb under full state control. While not necessarily personally agreeing with Evil's position, the prime minister is reported to have welcomed a full public debate. Miranda Bolt has a column today claiming wombs are anti-men and therefore anti-American and pro-Saddam. The opposition is refusing to comment until it sees the full detail of the debate. As


Gravatar ... you can see, we've never been in this position before.

*as Van's "In the Garden" kicks in, he hears the south wind come up, masking the sound of the dogs howling across town. Soon, he knew, it would be raining*


Gravatar *wriggles back under the towel holding up her grimy fingers*

"Look, guys, I've prised a plate off the wall and there's kind of a tunnel. I think if we leave the drinks we can get us and the treasure outta here. We've got to do something to get away from that shocking old man's music and ..."

*pauses, mouth agape, as she hears the screetch of an Alsation's paws on the door*


Gravatar But it's pouring, and we haven't got any clothes, and I'll have to lug the treasure, and I want to hear "Ivory Tower" ... and what about all the damned gingerbread, which Gianna's now getting stuck right into again?

*the pawing continues and is joined by the sound of approaching voices ... outside, thunder cracks*


Gravatar DIRECTOR'S CUT

*bursts in, bleeding*

--christ, i've been shot! help me over to this odd little coffee table over here, wilya...thanks...well, here's your stupid Van and your bubbly...now let me just quietly die over in this corner...just pour me a little glass before you go...cheers...whassat? who shot me? it was....oh,god, i'm dying guys...it was...

[Collapses]


Gravatar BLOOPER

But it's pouring, and we haven't got any clothes, and I'll have to lug the treasure, and I want to hear "Ivory Tower" ... and what about all the damned gingerbread, which is coming out of Gianna's ears again?

*everyone laughs*


Gravatar DVD SPECIAL FEATURE: THE MAKING OF ...

It's crap, mate, not worth watching.

Shocking soundtrack, too.


Gravatar Now Zoe, are you still looking for discipline? A rather negative note, I feel pressed to note, alas, particularly given all we've been through.

Gianna, thanks. A brilliant, original thread. I had a ball, and the the big pile of hits that have flowed through to BP (in its hiatus) from this thread suggests it wasn't entirely indulgent. I was going to say 'cheers', but I guess it'll now have to be love and kisses.


Gravatar And I don't think really Jozef is a crazy czech ... oh well, a little bit (smile)


Gravatar Typo, Chris, I'm looking for disciples. Acolytes will be considered.

So now Gianna's leaving, are you going to show her your treasure?


Gravatar If it will please you Madam.


Gravatar *gasps*


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Gravatar Margos, sometimes calls you a dork. But that's ok.

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