RacingRodent
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Thanks I did not realise it would be so warm when I decided to
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Thanks I did not realise it would be so warm when I decided to
Webster’s definition: “Scurry ... to move around in an agitated, confused, or fluttering manner”.
RacingRodent
Consul
(of a person or small animal) move hurriedly with short quick steps.Webster’s definition: “Scurry ... to move around in an agitated, confused, or fluttering manner”.
You know nothing Mr Webster
Well, what did you expect? Webster compiled his dictionary as an American work, consciously differentiating or exceptionalizing its content at every opportunity from the language of the mother country.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
I told her : " Perhaps that we could have a nice together crucifixion, dear cruxgirls ? I've prepared some of my best pieces of Premium French Crucifixion Wood ! "
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A real cruxette is hard to find, she should be drunk, at room temperature, and needs a well-stocked pub to keep her in good condition.
You'll be happy to know that Tree's Pacific Coffee House has been transmogrified into an Irish Bierkeller
It may be a linkie-hunt, in which case you may be in trouble for concealing us girls who are supposed to be their quarry.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Sorry, I appear to be late to a party...
I lurked on here for years. I think my join date is 2013 or something daft like that, and I joined for the stories. There's some cracking good reads on here.
It's only recently I've waded into the deep end of the pool and started to contribute, and I've had some wonderful and warm reactions to my scribblings, which always helps. I also feel I passed through a rite of passage recently, in being just one of quite a few to 'do' horrible things to Ms Moore.
This place feels like a bit of a throwback, in a way. When the internet was a little wilder, a little more of an undiscovered frontier, when you could find all sorts of stuff on all sorts of subjects, in all sorts of places. Of course, I could just be talking rubbish with that thought, but here is a place where that sort of thing can be posted, discussed, and thought about. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.. or is that the squirrels...?
I lurked on here for years. I think my join date is 2013 or something daft like that, and I joined for the stories. There's some cracking good reads on here.
It's only recently I've waded into the deep end of the pool and started to contribute, and I've had some wonderful and warm reactions to my scribblings, which always helps. I also feel I passed through a rite of passage recently, in being just one of quite a few to 'do' horrible things to Ms Moore.
This place feels like a bit of a throwback, in a way. When the internet was a little wilder, a little more of an undiscovered frontier, when you could find all sorts of stuff on all sorts of subjects, in all sorts of places. Of course, I could just be talking rubbish with that thought, but here is a place where that sort of thing can be posted, discussed, and thought about. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.. or is that the squirrels...?
He's a scurrying sciurid.Webster’s definition: “Scurry ... to move around in an agitated, confused, or fluttering manner”.
The English Parliament was created by the Angevins, have they reclaimed it and replaced the Palace of Westminster?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
While I making up my mind to leave or join, a company of three enter the Red Lion. A mature woman, escorted by two men, each with an arm around her shoulder. It is very gay party! They look a little bit drunk! I suddenly recognize the man on her right as… BoJo himself. The woman in the middle speaks German. I don’t know what they were discussing, but BoJo ascertains her : “Yes, yes, Angie, jawohl, wir schaffen das for sure!” She burst into a tipsy laughter “Yes! Yes, wir always schaffen das, and they all fall for it, they all buy it, die Dummköpfe”! “Ah oui, ce sont tous des imbéciles!”, the other man, a Frenchman named Emmanuel, replies. They are clearly discussing Brexit!
An attendant of the pub leads them to a private meeting room, rather close from where I am sitting. Finally, having decided to stand up, two strange men enter. One is clearly a Yank. He has all in one the looks and attitudes of Eliot Ness, Popeye Doyle, Columbo, Wyatt Earp, Dirty Harry and Stan Goldman. He can hardly hide, and he does little effort to do so, his shoulder holster. The other one is older, a phlegmatic grey man with a typically English moustache, a brown tweed jacket and hat, with a magnifying glass protruding from a pocket in his jacket. Resembling Richard from Keeping up Appearances, or Professor Loftus from Doctor in Charge! No doubt here! NYPD and Scotland Yard meet in the Red Lion!
“Where are they, these crux pervs!?” I hear the NYPD say.
“They are over there, Sir!” I say, pointing to the door where BoJo, Merkel and Macron had just gone in!
“Thank you, Sir!” the Scotland Yard man replies.
“Come on, Bill”, the NYPD says, while he draws his Smith & Wesson heavy caliber, “Charge! Let’s bust them!”
The NYPD takes position at the door, pushes it open and runs in with his Smith & Wesson aimed forward.
“All right, pervert scoundrels! Come out with your hands above your head and your pants down!” he shouts.
Time to join the CF meeting!
An attendant of the pub leads them to a private meeting room, rather close from where I am sitting. Finally, having decided to stand up, two strange men enter. One is clearly a Yank. He has all in one the looks and attitudes of Eliot Ness, Popeye Doyle, Columbo, Wyatt Earp, Dirty Harry and Stan Goldman. He can hardly hide, and he does little effort to do so, his shoulder holster. The other one is older, a phlegmatic grey man with a typically English moustache, a brown tweed jacket and hat, with a magnifying glass protruding from a pocket in his jacket. Resembling Richard from Keeping up Appearances, or Professor Loftus from Doctor in Charge! No doubt here! NYPD and Scotland Yard meet in the Red Lion!
“Where are they, these crux pervs!?” I hear the NYPD say.
“They are over there, Sir!” I say, pointing to the door where BoJo, Merkel and Macron had just gone in!
“Thank you, Sir!” the Scotland Yard man replies.
“Come on, Bill”, the NYPD says, while he draws his Smith & Wesson heavy caliber, “Charge! Let’s bust them!”
The NYPD takes position at the door, pushes it open and runs in with his Smith & Wesson aimed forward.
“All right, pervert scoundrels! Come out with your hands above your head and your pants down!” he shouts.
Time to join the CF meeting!
I guess it may not be exactly a rite, but you’re hardly alone in making a pass at it. But, I’m not alone either. There are plenty of cruxgirls here to torment. Welcome to the Red Lion, Limey
Yes, but how many are ringleaders and instigators? Why, I suspect the bulk are good and loyal slaves who you and those like you have led astray! What a waste...I guess it may not be exactly a rite, but you’re hardly alone in making a pass at it. But, I’m not alone either. There are plenty of cruxgirls here to torment. Welcome to the Red Lion, Limey
Totally infected with your revolution, eh? I had hoped we could re-break them if we used you and your lieutenants as examples, but I'm starting to think we'll need to cull the lot...Like sheep to the slaughter? Hardly. They’re as eager as can be
Quiet Paul
Tribune
The Red Lion has always been one of my favourite watering holes when I am up in London on business. Convenient for the central parts - Westminster, Victoria Street, St. James’, where my work takes me. And the Abbey is just a step away for Evensong.
A discreet hostelry, always happy for a fellow to enjoy a pint quietly. And always a well kept pint, served by a knowing and helpful barmaid.
A curious private meeting room as well, which is where I find myself now. If only I could remember why I thought to bring this packet of large nails with me....
A discreet hostelry, always happy for a fellow to enjoy a pint quietly. And always a well kept pint, served by a knowing and helpful barmaid.
A curious private meeting room as well, which is where I find myself now. If only I could remember why I thought to bring this packet of large nails with me....
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Trouble is... no one thought about bringing a hammer with!?
Quiet Paul
Tribune
I assumed Wragg was looking after that. But he has disappeared somewhere in his campervan ....presumably taking the hammerTrouble is... no one thought about bringing a hammer with!?
I don't think I've actually ever done horrible things to Ms. Moore. I've made her Death's step-daughter, and cast her as an Ice Queen (a rather hot and sexy Ice Queen, admittedly). In the Old Firm, she was crucified (twice), but was also rescued (once, so far). Perhaps I'm too kind and gentle.
Think about it. Who brings a hammer to a pub? It's just not done.Trouble is... no one thought about bringing a hammer with!?
Now, when you go camping, you should take a hammer. Pity that means we don't have one now, of course.
Or perhaps you're her collaborator... how could she lead so many revolts without help from the inside?I don't think I've actually ever done horrible things to Ms. Moore. I've made her Death's step-daughter, and cast her as an Ice Queen (a rather hot and sexy Ice Queen, admittedly). In the Old Firm, she was crucified (twice), but was also rescued (once, so far). Perhaps I'm too kind and gentle.
Quiet Paul
Tribune
There must be a hammer somewhere in Whitehall that we can borrowThink about it. Who brings a hammer to a pub? It's just not done.
Now, when you go camping, you should take a hammer. Pity that means we don't have one now, of course.