November 19, 2004
The Torrid Downside Of Miscommunication
So there I was, trying to explain to Sadie Mirth that a Little Smokie sausage really is eight inches long, according to the International Bureau of Weights and Measures formulae, when she gave me this look:
Well, I tried. And at least I didn't have to go into the whole "bun-size" debate, nor explain exactly what two centimeters is.
She's rather seductive looking.
Posted by: movie freak at November 19, 2004 8:02 PM.. wow.. just look at those lips... and, the wooden door in the background really throws in some Olde Worlde charm... she was definitely a Chaucerian Bar Wench in a former life...
Posted by: Eric at November 20, 2004 7:00 AMHmm. He's baaaaaaaaack.
Posted by: Sadie at November 20, 2004 11:23 AM.. you know it, babe.. and I have some plans for that photo of yours....
Posted by: Eric at November 20, 2004 12:16 PMOOOH. Dear g*d...you did say that paybacks are a bitch. Be gentle...'twas a tribute to your candor and wit!
Oh and as to VelociUncle, seven and a half inches is not quite eight. Close enough, though.
Posted by: Sadie at November 20, 2004 2:16 PMOne word of advice, dear. Have him show you the money before you commit yourself to anything you may regret later.
Bob
seven and a half? Ha!
Posted by: Bob Baird at November 20, 2004 7:25 PM