The sound of her plaintive pleading as you do what you know must be done.
The assertive slam of the cellar door.
The frantic scrabbling of fingers against hinges and handles.
The cries of the human voice damped by a braced wooden obstacle.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 11:35, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I am so glad you didn't do that to me in Belgium.

(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 7 Jul 2011, 11:51, Reply)

Well, maybe if you'd booked a hostel room with a cellar...

(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 11:56, Reply)

we had a shower room.

(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 7 Jul 2011, 11:59, Reply)

Yeah, but what if I needed a shower?

(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 12:01, Reply)

which you did, smelly boy that you are. :P

(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 7 Jul 2011, 12:05, Reply)

*lifts arm*
*gingerly inhales*
*passes out*
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 12:07, Reply)

that reminds me of that scene in Madagascar where the monkey sniffs his pit and faints, falling off his branch to the ground in the process.
makes me giggle EVERY time.
(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 7 Jul 2011, 12:09, Reply)