I believe you're thinking of Rand...

That which began as a nomination for membership in the Old Farts Club; add moi to such a distinguished cast(e) -?-

Added next (within) - a Box nomination - re qualifying hoariness, rather than whoriness(?) -- an idea NoOne would even suspect, natch.

Then.. Along Came Joe
- with a perfect triple-entendre ~
somehow Osterizing 'Rand' (y?) with 'randy', playing off the nom du moi (as title) - in perfectly suggestive form, as befits the mundane preoccupations of The Hive -

Finally Carl eviscerates this suggestive souffle with a back _{down to word-referents} arabesque. (Plot that all in polar coordinates, as would the GRR.)

..and I'll thank you to leave my ancestors out of that mix;
not only were we conned out of our \ufffd-fees by Sig. Fellini, in his fanciful send-up of our -mere- family get-togethers of yore ... nowadays just Everyone expects our generation to simply lay on them.. the secret of the flat-top-orgasm er, willy- nil-ly!

.. {gush}Oh Mr. Escoffier{/gush} - I so Loved Les Supremes de Volailles Jeannette - could I have the recipe, pretty please?

So the morale of this story is -
\ufffdcaptions\ufffd in these parts rarely resemble the incineration.

ie Let's not get in a rutted, y'hear?

Post #247,831 by cforde 3/13/06 9:44:20 PM Reply	I believe you're thinking of Rand... Have fun, Carl Forde
Post #247,950 by rcareaga 3/14/06 8:54:19 PM Reply	I so far disassociate myself from the diminutive form... that I assumed it was Ashton's goatish aspect (his face absolutely matches the visage of some satyr captured centuries past on fresco or mosaic) that was alluded to, and so did not take offense. Until now. balefully, Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.
Post #247,973 by Ashton 3/15/06 6:05:49 AM Reply	I fear that the syntax has flang fur afield - That which began as a nomination for membership in the Old Farts Club; add moi to such a distinguished cast(e) -?- Added next (within) - a Box nomination - re qualifying hoariness, rather than whoriness(?) -- an idea NoOne would even suspect, natch. Then.. Along Came Joe - with a perfect triple-entendre ~ somehow Osterizing 'Rand' (y?) with 'randy', playing off the nom du moi (as title) - in perfectly suggestive form, as befits the mundane preoccupations of The Hive - Finally Carl eviscerates this suggestive souffle with a back _{down to word-referents} arabesque. (Plot that all in polar coordinates, as would the GRR.) ..and I'll thank you to leave my ancestors out of that mix; not only were we conned out of our \ufffd-fees by Sig. Fellini, in his fanciful send-up of our -mere- family get-togethers of yore ... nowadays just Everyone expects our generation to simply lay on them.. the secret of the flat-top-orgasm er, willy- nil-ly! .. {gush}Oh Mr. Escoffier{/gush} - I so Loved Les Supremes de Volailles Jeannette - could I have the recipe, pretty please? So the morale of this story is - \ufffdcaptions\ufffd in these parts rarely resemble the incineration. ie Let's not get in a rutted, y'hear?

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