Rainwater,Salt, and crystals say you cannot. I've got Underhill on my side!I'm going to snatch hold of your fluffy hemline this time if you don't stay put.
Oh, thank you, thank you....***wanders in...pulls shoes off of face...tosses Haggis' hashish into hookah...adds Grey Goose and chugs***
Cella DeVille, Cella DeVille...
She doesn't work there,
They'll soon wish she will!
She is a sweetheart, and I'll make you ill...
They'll wish for....
***bubblebubblechugchug***
Cella DeVille!!!
Apropos to absolutely nothing in this thread, I was reminded of the honeymoon that Haggis and Cassie had - after the first wedding.
Haggis, being something of a romantic, hired a luxury yacht on which the happy couple would sail off into the sunset and cruise around the Caribbean islands. Unfortunately, no one checked the weather forecast and they duly sailed off into hurricane Ange (or was it hurricane Cella? I forget.)
Alas, their magnificent sailboat could not withstand the battery (hee) of 50ft waves and it was soon torn apart by the storm. Cassie managed to grab on to a life raft while Haggis clung to a life-preserver. The force of the storm blew them apart, Cassie into open water where she was soon rescued and Haggis to a small, uninhabited island where he survived for many months on coconuts, rainwater and whatever shellfish he could find within the reefs.
But Cassie was determined to find Haggis. She hired a powerboat and searched relentlessly until, at last, she spotted the doggie, waving his paws frantically on the tiny beach. Because of the reef, Cassie put on a wetsuit and swam the half-mile or so to the shore.
Their reunion was joyous. After a few minutes Cassie took a bottle of single malt from her thigh holster and poured Haggis a glassful. He was beside himself. Then, from the other holster, she withdrew a cigar and handed it to him. Haggis had kicked the habit, but what the heck - this was a special occasion, right? He lit up.
So there he was, whiskey in one paw and cigar in the other. Life couldn't get much better. Cassie narrowed her eyes. "Well, after all these months alone on this island," she began to unzip the wetsuit, "I guess you'd like to play around a little, eh?"
Haggis became so excited he almost spilled his whiskey. "Oh my dawg. Oh my dawg. Don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there too!"
Apropos to absolutely nothing in this thread, I was reminded of the honeymoon that Haggis and Cassie had - after the first wedding.
Haggis, being something of a romantic, hired a luxury yacht on which the happy couple would sail off into the sunset and cruise around the Caribbean islands. Unfortunately, no one checked the weather forecast and they duly sailed off into hurricane Ange (or was it hurricane Cella? I forget.)
Alas, their magnificent sailboat could not withstand the battery (hee) of 50ft waves and it was soon torn apart by the storm. Cassie managed to grab on to a life raft while Haggis clung to a life-preserver. The force of the storm blew them apart, Cassie into open water where she was soon rescued and Haggis to a small, uninhabited island where he survived for many months on coconuts, rainwater and whatever shellfish he could find within the reefs.
But Cassie was determined to find Haggis. She hired a powerboat and searched relentlessly until, at last, she spotted the doggie, waving his paws frantically on the tiny beach. Because of the reef, Cassie put on a wetsuit and swam the half-mile or so to the shore.
Their reunion was joyous. After a few minutes Cassie took a bottle of single malt from her thigh holster and poured Haggis a glassful. He was beside himself. Then, from the other holster, she withdrew a cigar and handed it to him. Haggis had kicked the habit, but what the heck - this was a special occasion, right? He lit up.
So there he was, whiskey in one paw and cigar in the other. Life couldn't get much better. Cassie narrowed her eyes. "Well, after all these months alone on this island," she began to unzip the wetsuit, "I guess you'd like to play around a little, eh?"
Haggis became so excited he almost spilled his whiskey. "Oh my dawg. Oh my dawg. Don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there too!"
Apropos to absolutely nothing in this thread, I was reminded of the honeymoon that Haggis and Cassie had - after the first wedding.
Haggis, being something of a romantic, hired a luxury yacht on which the happy couple would sail off into the sunset and cruise around the Caribbean islands. Unfortunately, no one checked the weather forecast and they duly sailed off into hurricane Ange (or was it hurricane Cella? I forget.)
Alas, their magnificent sailboat could not withstand the battery (hee) of 50ft waves and it was soon torn apart by the storm. Cassie managed to grab on to a life raft while Haggis clung to a life-preserver. The force of the storm blew them apart, Cassie into open water where she was soon rescued and Haggis to a small, uninhabited island where he survived for many months on coconuts, rainwater and whatever shellfish he could find within the reefs.
But Cassie was determined to find Haggis. She hired a powerboat and searched relentlessly until, at last, she spotted the doggie, waving his paws frantically on the tiny beach. Because of the reef, Cassie put on a wetsuit and swam the half-mile or so to the shore.
Their reunion was joyous. After a few minutes Cassie took a bottle of single malt from her thigh holster and poured Haggis a glassful. He was beside himself. Then, from the other holster, she withdrew a cigar and handed it to him. Haggis had kicked the habit, but what the heck - this was a special occasion, right? He lit up.
So there he was, whiskey in one paw and cigar in the other. Life couldn't get much better. Cassie narrowed her eyes. "Well, after all these months alone on this island," she began to unzip the wetsuit, "I guess you'd like to play around a little, eh?"
Haggis became so excited he almost spilled his whiskey. "Oh my dawg. Oh my dawg. Don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there too!"
Have you determined his allegiance yet, reg?