Doghead's Cosmic Bar
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Didnt you use too many W's and too many O's?
Good heavens - you're quite right. I don't know how that happened (well, it probably had something to do with alcohol
) Amend that to:
how fortuitous in a flatulent bog
dressing the legs of pianos to avoid inflaming the passions of onlookers...
..but think of the head rush, when someone actually saw a 'leg'..A person can become too jaded, these days.
http://www.logicmgmt.com/1876/intro.htm
Hah! Victorian piano fetishists beware - under "Victorian Etiquette / Breaches of Etiquette":
"For a caller who is waiting the entrance of the hostess to open the piano or touch it if it is open"
Presumably ostentatious ogling of the piano's legs would also count as a rather serious faux pas...
Oh come on, men at least are still like that.
Alas, you have found us out! We men are mere slaves to our passions - lecherously filling our hard disks with risque, sepia daguerreotypes of finely turned mahogany in various states of undressed loveliness. Ah! The shameful lusts of the true piano porn afficiando!
And I'm sorry to say it doesn't stop with pianos. I have heard that there are some vile creatures even debased enough to lust after the bucolic innocence of a naked bagpipe! Let me not think on't - perversity, thy name is man!
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Good heavens - you're quite right. I don't know how that happened (well, it probably had something to do with alcohol
) Amend that to:how fortuitous in a flatulent bog
This may give you some insight about what life was like in victorian england in the mid-late 1800's.
http://www.logicmgmt.com/1876/intro.htm
Hah! Victorian piano fetishists beware - under "Victorian Etiquette / Breaches of Etiquette":
"For a caller who is waiting the entrance of the hostess to open the piano or touch it if it is open"
Presumably ostentatious ogling of the piano's legs would also count as a rather serious faux pas...
Alas, you have found us out! We men are mere slaves to our passions - lecherously filling our hard disks with risque, sepia daguerreotypes of finely turned mahogany in various states of undressed loveliness. Ah! The shameful lusts of the true piano porn afficiando!
And I'm sorry to say it doesn't stop with pianos. I have heard that there are some vile creatures even debased enough to lust after the bucolic innocence of a naked bagpipe! Let me not think on't - perversity, thy name is man!
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