Doghead's Cosmic Bar
This is a science fiction character forum. Doghead's Cosmic Bar is an intergalactic bar run by your favorite bartender, Doghead. Stop in, have a drink, and get your talk on!
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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!
Glindar Aliiiiiiiive!
I have an inescapable mental image of Glindar rising from a gurney as shackles strain and snap, and lightning-induced electricity sparks around a pair of bolts in his neck!
Congratulations!
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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!
Glindar Aliiiiiiiive!
*stabs the kegs behind the bar until they begin leaking*
Drinks freeeeeeee!
*catches something in a glass and drinks it; frowns*
This...drain-opener?
*stabs the kegs behind the bar until they begin leaking*
Drinks freeeeeeee!
*catches something in a glass and drinks it; frowns*
This...drain-opener?
I have an inescapable mental image of Glindar rising from a gurney as shackles strain and snap, and lightning-induced electricity sparks around a pair of bolts in his neck!
Congratulations!
I think I will wait and get the fresh cold cuts from the fridge in the back. Not that I have any distrust of where Glidar gets his.
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