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?