what is your take on this? (friends, accept, Las Vegas)
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Whatever has Q been filling your pretty little mind with? Don't you recall those golden nights we spent together at Royale, amidst the gowns and tuxedos? Remember the fragrance of leather, wood and exotic perfumes? HOW can you say it's not a good date location, when you know full well we rang in the morning with Tattingers and foie gras?
You ungrateful little tart, you.
Yours in HMS,
James
Dear Bond, James Bond,
That was not foie gras; that was Fancy Feast belonging to Blofield's cat. I'm afraid you rather overdid the Tattingers at the baccarat table last night. I suppose you don't remember winning that karaoke contest. You do Tom Jones pretty well.
That reminds me: Tom says you took his socks by mistake.
That was not foie gras; that was Fancy Feast belonging to Blofield's cat. I'm afraid you rather overdid the Tattingers at the baccarat table last night. I suppose you don't remember winning that karaoke contest. You do Tom Jones pretty well.
That reminds me: Tom says you took his socks by mistake.
See you at the office,
MP
My Sweet Little Guttersnipe:
You wouldn't know real foie gras if it hatched in your mouth, nor could you discriminate between Beluga and Bass.
I remember everything from last night; specifically, I remember feeling the urgent NEED to imbibe freely, since you were making goo-goo eyes at that Octopussy tramp.
That wasn't a karaoke contest, luv - that was me screaming from Blofeld's laser. A fat lot YOU cared, though.
At least Tom has class. You, on the other hand, pass your days working your way through the alphabet at the office. What are you up to by now, dearest one - "P"?
You wouldn't know real foie gras if it hatched in your mouth, nor could you discriminate between Beluga and Bass.
I remember everything from last night; specifically, I remember feeling the urgent NEED to imbibe freely, since you were making goo-goo eyes at that Octopussy tramp.
That wasn't a karaoke contest, luv - that was me screaming from Blofeld's laser. A fat lot YOU cared, though.
At least Tom has class. You, on the other hand, pass your days working your way through the alphabet at the office. What are you up to by now, dearest one - "P"?
Don't wait up for my hat on the rack.
JB
Dear Jimbo,
Must you be so dramatic? That was a laser pointer, and it was a freaking SEMINAR. I think you misread the expression on my face when we saw Octo at the bar. She had just told me about ... you know. Your problem. Down there.
And speaking of Beluga, your mom called. She said to please remind you you're driving her to bingo tonight.
Must you be so dramatic? That was a laser pointer, and it was a freaking SEMINAR. I think you misread the expression on my face when we saw Octo at the bar. She had just told me about ... you know. Your problem. Down there.
And speaking of Beluga, your mom called. She said to please remind you you're driving her to bingo tonight.
MP
MP:
All right, so it was a laser pointer...but it was a very POWERFUL laser pointer. It came within a hounds-hair of singeing my Burberry.
My problem? My PROBLEM?? The only problem I have, you little street Arab, is dealing with you overbearing, emasculating femme fatales. A bloody nasty business, the lot of you.
And don't EVER speak of my dear Mum in those terms. She has more class in her poor, arthritic wrist than you have in that bag of bones you laughingly call a body.
Heard you're planning on servicing Basile United this eve. Remember we have a staff meeting with M at 0800 hours, so kindly confine your activities to the usual shaking and stirring
James
P.S.
DO NOT help yourself to any more of my Morland Specials - I don't know where your hands have been.
All right, so it was a laser pointer...but it was a very POWERFUL laser pointer. It came within a hounds-hair of singing my Burberry.
My problem? My PROBLEM?? The only problem I have, you little street Arab, is dealing with you overbearing, emasculating femme fatales. A bloody nasty business, the lot of you.
And don't EVER speak of my dear Mum in those terms. She has more class in her poor, arthritic wrist than you have in that bag of bones you laughingly call a body.
Heard you're planning on servicing Basile United this eve. Remember we have a staff meeting with M at 0800 hours, so kindly confine your activities to the usual shaking and stirring
James
P.S.
DO NOT help yourself to any more of my Morland Specials - I don't know where your hands have been.
J
J,
God, you're such a jerk. Do me.
MP
(With many apologies to the mods. I think I feel the whisper of an ax.)
This happened a while ago, what is your take on it?
I had been dating a guy for not too long, we were still in the early "getting to know each other" phase, and we had a free evening we wanted to spend together. I let him pick where to go because it didn't really matter to me, I would enjoy his company. He picked going to a nearby casino, he likes to play the slots, i mentioned there is a band at the dance floor, we both dance, but had not been dancing together yet.
Early stages of the dating game, free evening to spend alone, and HIS choice of what to do, and he chooses to spend it in front of a slot machine? No thanks!
and the place he took us to eat was "pizza by the slice"
ROFL
Sierra was right, i have to agree this was indeed a low
I might have taken you to the Citgo--but I still would have at least OFFERED to pay for your meal!
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