The Coffee Shop

[cxslave]

You ignore RR, Cx! You know more about football than he knows about cycling! I bet he can't even spell Pel.....the big blop of cycle in the middle of a race!

Yeah I have no idea what that thing is called either...no one watches those boring races anyway...

 

[RacingRodent]

Yeah I have no idea what that thing is called either...no one watches those boring races anyway...

That was C "Eat my dust" X there folks and now to commercials

 

[Barbaria1]

Yeah I have no idea what that thing is called either...no one watches those boring races anyway...

 

[Wragg]

That was C "Eat my dust" X there folks and now to commercials

It is kind of encouraging that she knows diddly-squat about Pelotons

go EASY on that Pastry Cx! That's your fourth!

 

[cxslave]

That was C "Eat my dust" X there folks and now to commercials

I'll be here all week!

 

[RacingRodent]

So

In the old Crux Empire it was a time when Men were Men, Women were Women and small furry creatures were tree dwelling rodents from Devon called squirrels.

The squirrel now stood on the table...he was still shorter than every one else, he picked up a stool put that on the table and stood a top that "Ahem now what subject could we all discuss?"

 

[cxslave]

It is kind of encouraging that she knows diddly-squat about Pelotons

go EASY on that Pastry Cx! That's your fourth!

Pelotons are boring. I'm all about the break away baby! Don't judge me I need alot of energy!

 

[Wragg]

Pelotons are boring. I'm all about the break away baby! Don't judge me I need alot of energy!

Roll on Milton Keynes....

 

[Barbaria1]

Roll on Milton Keynes....

Think I will leave you folks in the delightful state of sport and pastry delirium. Oh, get down off of there RR before you fall down and hurt yourself...silly rodent.

 

[thehangingtree]

Am I suppose to know what is going on here???

"Tree, no one expects you to follow a plot" Jul assures me.

"Damn good thing" Tree replied.

 

[cxslave]

Roll on Milton Keynes....

won't be any pelotons there! except at the start, and that's more just chaos!

 

[RacingRodent]

Oh, get down off of there RR before you fall down and hurt yourself...silly rodent.

Okay I shall try and behave

 

[RacingRodent]

Am I suppose to know what is going on here???
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"Tree, no one expects you to follow a plot" Jul assures me.

"Damn good thing" Tree replied.

Tree you realise this is the perfect place to introduce Barb and Cx to Ulrika?

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree you realise this is the perfect place to introduce Barb and Cx to Ulrika?

...someone check the phase of the moon... She might be busy with Admi....

T

 

[RacingRodent]

...someone check the phase of the moon... She might be busy with Admi....

You sure? It is only three days into waxing...btw does Ulrika wax when the moon does?

 

[cxslave]

You sure? It is only three days into waxing...btw does Ulrika wax when the moon does?

best to be prepared!

 

[thehangingtree]

You sure? It is only three days into waxing...btw does Ulrika wax when the moon does?

Tree thinks that 'waxing' and 'waning' means something different here...

T

 

[RacingRodent]

Well I would never ever tell Ulrika she was waning and waxing a crescent sounds a bit tricky to me

 

[Eulalia]

Our excursion last night from Barbaria's Bazaar
around the magical mysteries of England's Humberside
has dredged up the following

Lincolnshire Longship Lament

There's no hope of leisure or slumber
For the galley-slaves crossing the Humber,
The whip sears their backs as they pull
Heavy oars o'er the water from Hull.

The fate of the slavegirl is grim,
She'll be flogged in the fish-mart in Grim-
sby, impaled by her hard master's tool
As he fucks her from Cleethorpes to Goole.

Hot steel will brand the brat's cunt
And be thrust through her nipples in Scunt-
horpe. "Alas and alack!" each slave thinks
As the boat nears the north-east of Lincs.

 

[cxslave]

Our excursion last night from Barbaria's Bazaar
around the magical mysteries of England's Humberside
has dredged up the following

Lincolnshire Longship Lament

There's no hope of leisure or slumber
For the galley-slaves crossing the Humber,
The whip sears their backs as they pull
Heavy oars o'er the Humber from Hull.

The fate of the slavegirl is grim,
She'll be flogged in the fish-mart in Grim-
sby, impaled by her hard master's tool
As he fucks her from Cleethorpes to Goole.

Hot steel will brand the brat's cunt
And be thrust through her nipples in Scunt-
horpe. Alas and alack the slave thinks
As the boat nears the north-east of Lincs.

Lovely and creative Eul! I might watch the BPL and know a bit about UK geography but this strains my limited knowledge some what for sure!