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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 24, 2010 11:20:19 GMT -5
Wombut would haf a stunt pee.
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Post by Wombat on Jul 24, 2010 17:32:01 GMT -5
Have you ever been in a play or movie where you had to pee yourself? Would you do it if it was important to the part? What if it wasn't important to the part? Have you ever been nude in a film or play? Would you? I can't say that I have been in a play or film where I have had to pee myself but as PigsnieLite pointed out I would have a stunt pea! That's the other thing I have never played: A Pea! Many moons ago I did some labouring work and the guys always said if you got blisters on your hands the best cure was to pee on them. Apparently it worked a treat. Unfortunately, in the name of science, I didn't research this particular phenomenon. I would be nude if it was completely relevant to the story and I have been discovered in bed with a young man if you have a look at this clip from a show called Tea, Biscuits and Incest Ep. 4 The Gays! teabiscuitsandincest.spaceboy.com.au/
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Post by sunfrog on Jul 24, 2010 22:33:10 GMT -5
OMG! Lol! That was completely unexpected! I guess I should be careful what I ask eh?
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Post by dragrat on Jul 24, 2010 22:38:03 GMT -5
^ You'll never know what you'll receive, when asking a question... Actors will do nearly anything for their craft.
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Post by Avril on Jul 24, 2010 23:07:15 GMT -5
I wish I had a handy photo of Wombat as the GORGEOUS Dame Penilope (sic) in a fairytale pantomime he did a few years ago.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 25, 2010 2:50:25 GMT -5
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ... Charmayne is not only my ex-wife, shes also my daughter ... ... hoo boy, shes probably also your former transexual niece who slept wid the magistrate's albino fakir who taught a course in Chinese cookery at the Sorbonne! Hahahahaha ... funny show!
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Post by Wombat on Jul 25, 2010 3:48:37 GMT -5
I wish I had a handy photo of Wombat as the GORGEOUS Dame Penilope (sic) in a fairytale pantomime he did a few years ago. Yes I must find one of those photos in the dim dark and deep archives.
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jul 25, 2010 20:02:17 GMT -5
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Post by Wombat on Jul 26, 2010 5:45:02 GMT -5
I was laughing so much, Wart's baby almost slid off my lap! Woops!!!
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Post by Avril on Jul 13, 2011 20:42:06 GMT -5
Wombat's burpday today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOMBAT!!!
He might visit if I remind him in time between his coming home from work and my whisking him off to a mystery destination for a spectacular dinner.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 13, 2011 21:48:12 GMT -5
Another mystery destination featuring a huge water bed and Brazilian lavender frilly whutnuts, I hope. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WOMBUT! Trim that arm hair!
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Post by Avril on Jul 14, 2011 20:00:34 GMT -5
The dinner was lovely, I think.
I haven't been to this restaurant before. I imagine in summer it might be spectacular. In mid-winter it's not quite. It's located at the blustery point of La Perouse at the northern end of Botany Bay and the wind was straight from the Antarctic. Their outdoor terrace was shielded by thick clear plastic and warmed in spots by standing overhead gas warmers. We soon found this gave both freezing draughts to regions below the table and headaches from the overhead heaters. We asked for another table and fortunately there were scores free to choose from, this not being their busy period.
We were served a massive seafood platter for two and I was able to eat the gluten-free bits, sans sauce, while Wombat struggled to eat the huge serving of crumbled calamari and battered fish under the mudcrab, prawns and oysters natural, all garnished with slices of melon and kiwi. And a basket of crunchy fries on the side.
Soon a couple of lovely Polynesian or Maori guitarists in Hawaiian shirts ambled over and asked us if it was a special occasion. Happy Birthday Wombat ensued, and they then asked if I had a favourite song for them to serenade my dearest with.
Of course I do. They invited me to sing along, which may have been a mistake, but I enjoyed it, while Wombat smiled gallantly, bless him.
The ambling guitarists ambled on to the other diners' tables who all had birthdays, it appeared. Perhaps people only come here for birthdays?
When the guitarists returned as they had promised they offered a rendition of another Ella Fitzgerald gem.
Yes, I think it was lovely.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jul 14, 2011 21:44:54 GMT -5
Whut is a gluten free seafood? The only seafood i can eat is fish & calamari if it is fried to a high crunchiness.
So did you hula for Wombut?
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Post by sunfrog on Jul 15, 2011 0:11:52 GMT -5
Happy Birthday Monsieur Le Wombat!
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Post by Avril on Jul 15, 2011 4:45:32 GMT -5
Whut is a gluten free seafood? The only seafood i can eat is fish & calamari if it is fried to a high crunchiness. So did you hula for Wombut? Gluten free seafood is oysters natural, prawns in their shells, crab, lobster and braised baby octopus, as long as they remain untouched by wheat, rye, oats, barley or triticale. You would have enjoyed, along with Wombat, the fried crumbed calamari and battered fried fish. And the fries, which were admirably crunchy. I did not hula, for which the other diners, had they known the ghastly sight they had been spared, would have been eternally grateful. I should mention as a curious aside that as a requirement of this mystery destination, I asked Wombat to blindfold himself for the duration of the outward journey. He obliged with a woolly scarf covering his face under his spiffy charcoal Homburg hat, a la the Invisible Man. After five minutes, he began to sigh heavily, evidently uncomfortable, upon which I suggested that if he was finding it difficult to breathe he should expose his nose to the air. He moved the woolly scarf a fraction, but continued to sigh and be restless in his seat. I recognised the signs of incipient car-sickness, to which Wombat is prone. With only five minutes driving remaining, I suggested he remove his blindfold, but he said he wanted to be surprised. His discomfort continued, which was remarkable because he himself had designed his blindfolding method. But Wombat is like that. He wanted to oblige me. We arrived at the restaurant and I let him know he could remove the blindfold. 'Oh,' he said. 'I knew this was where we were coming!' I had been thinking too loud again and had inadvertently telepathised the destination. I should know better, by now.
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