Scene: The Jabberwock’s bedroom. Midnight. Satin sheets, soft music etc
Jabberwock (amorously): Hey. Want to see my caduceus?
Sultry siren: Not tonight, darling. I’m feeling a tad atrabilious.
Come into my parlour, said the jabber to the little duckie.
and you have holey socks too. i dont think i could restrain myself, you know.
You’d prefer webbings, I take it?
as John Cleese said in the monty sketch where he persuades Michael Palin not to become a lion tamer, enough of this gay banter.
LOL. The terrifyingly erudite Jabberwock’s feeling distinctly atrabilious, I think.
Heeeheee.This is almost as good as watching you two make eyes at each other in real life.:)
They do THAT? Since when? Why do all these exciting sexual developments have to happen when I’m not around to witness and bless?
as far as i remember – and old age hasnt clouded my memory like it has yours, bagchi – the letterhead was the one making eyes at jai. but perhaps all this is stuff the blogosphere is better off not knowing.also, my mother just might be reading this, so – its ok ma, you have nothing (more) to worry about.
what utter rubbish. was SO not doing that.stop spreading rumours to save self 🙂
This is fun 🙂I think I’m going to just lurk in people’s comment sections now to see what other deep dark secrets of the blog world will be revealed.
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