go in haste hie hies hied hieing hying
Middle English from Old English higian strive pant
he hied in the past without
knowing he had
Hiyaed because he hadnt time to stop and talk
he cooked the same way
evidently
she said Ah, a salmagundi . . excellent.
A wha
Salmagundi. Usually a salad, though
you haven’t greens, it incorporates meat, seafood, cooked, raw vegetables;
sometimes fruit and nuts.
It has a name Thats nuts
she laughed nice music What do you call it?
Dinner rang like a dull bell
I open the
fridge see wha I got make something of it Good way of dispatching leftovers in as savory a manner I can muster
If
I had to push come to shove Id call it a casserole
I’m looking forward to it.
You wont be disappointed Im as good in the kitchennot baking though as I am in the sack Might wanna keep that in
mind as you eat
Ohmy, you’re terrible.
Get in line seem to rub women that way
Ofcourse goes without
saying but I am I wouldnt use it on
guys although Ive fixed dinner for
friends he laughed Boy friends
she laughed because he did
Boyfriends?
No Boy friends
Got a brotherinlaw
who cringes when I say boy friends he
pushes the nouns together as you did I
separate them Who the hell wants to say
male friends no colourno spice this way those who want to twist on a line
can twist I live by the credo Fuckem if they cant take a joke
What does he call his boy
friends? she giggled in spite of herself
Buddies
That’s appropriate.
Neutered
I say butties more cringeworthy than boy friends
Sounds like you enjoy cringes.
Yes cringes offcoloured provocation anything but milquetoast Are you familiar with Caspar Milquetoast
Caspar Milquetoast?
No. Can’t
say I am.
A comic strip character The Timid Soul his creator H T Webster referred to him as
the man who speaks softly and gets hit with a big stick
An obvious spin on Teddy Roosevelts Talk softly but carry a big
stick An iron fist in a velvet glove isnt
as appealing to me
My, the webs you weave. Sir
Walter Scott.
Yes
Oh what a tangled web we weave
when first we practise to deceive. From Marmion . .
. . they spoke over each
other A Tale of Flodden Field
You would not practise to deceive
me?
No
I definitely want to get in your pants
no freaking idea –
this Century he
thinks
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