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Oh, hello. Please join us here, in the smoking room. Lovely evening, isn't it? Sherry, anyone? |
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come on baby, light my fire!!! |
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Smoke Gets in Your Eyes Lyrics Artist(Band):Bryan Ferry (Print the Lyrics) They asked me how I knew My true love was true Oo--oo--oh I of course replied "Something here inside Cannot be denied" They said someday you'll find All who love are blind Oo--oo--oh When your heart's on fire You must realize Smoke gets in your eyes So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed To think they could doubt my love Yet today, my love has flown away I am without my love Now laughing friends deride Tears I cannot hide Oo--oo-oh So I smile and say "When a lovely flame dies Smoke gets in your eyes" ....Smoke gets in your eyes.... |
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That's an interesting costume. Have you fashioned it yourself..? |
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why, as a matter of fact i did! *twirls* |
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I had no notion a human could wear that much lace..! Oh, bravo! |
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harlow |
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I brought some cornbread. |
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I must say. It's awfully nice in here. |
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the urinals are filled with ice cubes |
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classy! |
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( i don't smoke myself but well... i don't mind! ) |
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Oh gosh, I rather fancy a gin-tonic. Can I make anyone else one? |
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ye great |
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I'm good cheers but I may get myself a vodka. Anyone? |
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pip pip old bean. jolly good idea. |
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help yourselves! |
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great |
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thanks!! : ) *gets self drunk* |
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that page just isn't loading for me :S |
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loads fine for me.. and I don't even have a computer. |
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roll up some big C and big H in tinfoil -- add a bic straw and some fire, sip shaken not stirred. |
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Excuse me, I can't seem to understand you. Are you by chance a commoner? |
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Yeah it works now. Must be the fact I'm using a computer slowed me down! |
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wonderful evening gentlemen i was reading a exquisite article in the times the other day written by that fellow with the mustache that looks a kiddie fiddler about how to roll a fatty bloody good read i must say *snort**scoff* must go toddle pip gents |
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Curiouser and curiouser. |
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"Hunting? No, I think it's a perfectly beastly sport!" quipped Qrter as they leaned on the mantlepiece over the crisp autumn fire. giginger felt his calves warming pleasantly as the brandy seeped below his waist: knotting slightly over the abdomen, suddenly passing back up through the spine, causing a small trickle of the otherwise pleasing brown fluid to shoot from the fontanel on top of his head which landed on top of the other guy's head (I've forgotten his name now... aw, anyway, he got covered in it). "Aw, what's this?" "Some kind of fluid," said giginger. "Fluid? Oh, that's the tops!" "No, they use them for clothes pegs, you know!" continued giginger, somewhat more droll. "Really?" said uzim, who was feeling rather left out of the conversation. "Oh yes, that's right, you know, they pick them up in Siberia and bring them over." "Siberia!" Interjected the fellow whose name I still can't remember. "Topping place! Went there once. Found a little moustache. One of the Russkies had it. Wah ha ha! Took it home, don't you know. Showed the little lady. Hrrmph. She put it on. Left me for another woman. Hmmm. Rum things, lefts. And women." He was left alone: there was no one there, not even a woman, just the fireplace and his ever swelling chins. As the brandy began taking lethal effect, Qrter (or was it uzim? Or was it the other guy whose name I can't remember?) found himself slowly turning into some kind of helpless, diseased houseplant. As he watched his future and his past gradually become interchangeable like a highway surrounding a drunken man that begins to spin, he looked up above him. Even the angels were asleep. It was one of those nights. Ahhh. The smoking room. |
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I don't smoke. But I wouldn't mind hanging out with you guys in the smoking room. Though no drinks for me - this evening. |
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S P L E N D I D ! I liked that a lot :D |
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Oh dear. My smoking jacket seems to be on fire and it seems to be made from some kind of synthetic product, for it is flaring up like a christmas tree that has been procured by a group of urchins to be burned. How ghastly. |
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My my; What a qandry! |
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quandry even. |
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If you start to smell the scent of human flesh burning and bubbling, I do apologize. |
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apology accepted but maybe it would be best to place that apology in the official apology thread as well. |
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Fuck off! |
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apologize me |
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shocking language in the smoking room? |
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Yes, you are right, I do apologize. But you see, I do seem to be dying of a rapidly burning body. This rather irks me. No excuse for rudeness, ofcourse. |
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I am searching for a fire extinguisher! GOT ONE! |
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Oh, jolly good work! Now to find one of the servants to operate it. |
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chop chop jeeves! this lad seems to have burst into flames. |
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Will this thief do? He's Mr Paul Burrel! |
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Come on, mr. Burrel, oh do get on! One feels things are not well when one's skin starts flapping. |
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My google search was: doused flames. I got a picture of Godzilla fucking! |
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oh, the perversion!! |
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(are you dead by now qrter? do you want me to spray fire extinguisher on you if Mr Paul Burrel is too busy?) |
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The humanity! |
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The smoke room for the offices where I work is disgusting. You can reach into it and grab a solid block of cancer from the air. And with that, I bid you all adieu so I can go talk about how smelly you all are behind your back. |
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Sounds like a lovely room! |
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*pours a nice glass of * |
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