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By: Shadow Sprite
Date: 2/13/98 8:43:16 AM
# Replies: 2
Many ages ago, there was a young lad by the name of... well, let's call him Ralph to protect the innocent (although I don't know of any innocents on the internet). Now, in those days Ralph was pronounced "Rafe", and of course, this led to all sorts of strange misshaps. For if you weren't completely paying attention and was also paranoid and read a lot of horror (or played any White Wolf games) "Rafe" could have sounded like "wraith"! And of course those people in the SCA and similar factions heard "rake", not the gardening tool, the synonym for rogue or scallion. Speaking of which, at Professor X's school for gifted children Rogue was eating a nice plate of scallions. Unfortunately for her, Jean Grey (didn't she acutally have a super hero name at some point way back?) overheard that Rogue was eating a stallion. And due to the fact that that in itself has a multiple of entendres, I'll let someone else pick it up from there (if they want to)...
Response #1
By: Da Sissop
Date: 2/14/98 9:45:48 AM
"I... I'd like to try the stallion, please."
The waitor looked perplexed. "I beg your pardon?"
"I know you're not supposed admit you serve it, and if you need to move me to a more secluded part of the restaurant, that's fine. But a friend of mine had some stallion here, and I'm in the mood for something exotic. I'm feeling adventurous. I want to try the stallion."
"You do realize that it's quite expensive."
Jean nodded. "I've got a platinum card."
"Very well, then, I'll need to reseat you." He helped her from her seat. "Follow me please."
The waitor closed the door of the private room behind them.
"Oh my God," Jean said. "This is different."
"Having second thoughts? I assure you our standard menu is quite good."
"No no, I want the whole exotic dining experience. But... where exactly do I sit? On the floor? I've never done this before."
The waitor sighed. He gestured to what looked like a kiddie pool.
"I sit by the pool of goo?"
"It's custard, Ma'am, and you sit in it. Shall I help you out of your clothes?"
Jean shivered. The custard was tasty, but so far the exotic dining experience had been a bit of a letdown. That stallion had better be nirvana, she thought.
Response #2
By: Zane T. Dark
Date: 2/17/98 11:52:38 AM
Jack's anger was the only thing keeping him warm..the chill of the tile floor unable to wick away the heat of that one, stupid, desparate decision he'd made not 4 days ago...now this!
"You never said anything about a costume! I *have* managed to save SOME of my dignity through all this and I'm not going give it up now!" wishing the finger he was pointing with was a 9mm so he could blow that smug look off this penquin's face.
Hooking the hanger in a nearby pot rack and rolling his eyes slowly in mock boredom, "Look, you've been paid, you signed the contract...for three months. This is the job." raising his eyebrows and surveying Jack as a whole with an approving smirk.."Besides, I doubt I'm going to find anyone as...gifted...as you on such short notice." the waiter's eyes brighten suddenly..."Tell you what...I'll let *you* pick the garnish!"
Staring at the man's neck..."A rope...that'd be perfect."