Satori
Ah, but she will enjoy not doing that kind of research...she wouldn't need to. What do you say ol' girl? Game?
Umbrae
MercyMe
I wonder who will get the Hello Kitty deck....
jackdaw*
Notmenotmenotme - fingers crossed, please God not me ...MercyMe said:
Come on, Umbrae, I've just broken out the corn chips and salsa ... there's a party waiting to happen ...
Disa
I've brought the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups- they go great with extra buttery popcorn....Mmmmm
Little Baron
Umbrae knows me. As me and also as the 'previous me'.
But, if he can match me with a deck that is just right (clues=there isn't any clues) then the pints are on me. Well, for me and Umrae, anyhow.
LB
Edited to add: this doesn't mean for one minute that I don't believe that he can.
But, if he can match me with a deck that is just right (clues=there isn't any clues) then the pints are on me. Well, for me and Umrae, anyhow.
LB
Edited to add: this doesn't mean for one minute that I don't believe that he can.
firemaiden
Matching people with decks, eh? It does sound like a good job for Mr. Umbrae Draco. A good suit salesman will take your measurements first. How will he get your deck requirement measurements, I wonder?
Baroli
The Match Game
*She comes in and sits, grabs some popcorn and a pop. She waits patiently for Umbrae.* This should be very interesting indeed. I like Firemaiden's analogy of a good suit salesman. I wonder who would get DeCameron? ROFL
Baroli
*She comes in and sits, grabs some popcorn and a pop. She waits patiently for Umbrae.* This should be very interesting indeed. I like Firemaiden's analogy of a good suit salesman. I wonder who would get DeCameron? ROFL
Baroli
Cielo
Ohh this sounds like an interesting challenge for our Miss Umbrae indeed!!!
Can't wait to see how THAT will go!!!!
(And may I remind you that the infamous "Yiddshe Mamma Tarot" really just WAS an invention of my twisted mind, no need to match me with that!!
)
Hmmm.....bring over fresh pizza and diet coke and a nice warm blanket.....lol...
Can't wait to see how THAT will go!!!!
(And may I remind you that the infamous "Yiddshe Mamma Tarot" really just WAS an invention of my twisted mind, no need to match me with that!!
)Hmmm.....bring over fresh pizza and diet coke and a nice warm blanket.....lol...
Fulgour
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
http://www.bartleby.com/142/193.html
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
http://www.bartleby.com/142/193.html
AngelC
Heh, given his reputation, if he said anything I'd probably go buy it just to see - and probably be happy about it
