Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board The all-CLEOME thread!

Or White Russians.

I have a "White Cuban" recipe somewhere that replaces vodka with rum. I suppose there's no point in looking for it until I can afford to buy some rum, though.

Say, the All-CLEOME thread is starting to look a little boozy. To get our minds off the sauce, here's my submission for this thread's official poem.

cleome

cleome, cleome, cleome
what a wonderful LMB poster is she-ome
Rainbows and blue skies
Laughter and...umm

cleome, cleome, cleome

How about:

All hail our dear Cleome.
She's my favorite Legion World homey.

I loooove it, Rocky! It's so...finished!

Once the Committee for the Poetic Beautification of the All-CLEOME Thread sobers up, I'm sure they'll decide between the two.

I'm speechless.

<span style="font-size: 10px;">Perhaps I need a beer or two to help me decide which verse is the most fabulous.</span>

I'll send you a case of of my current favorite brand, simply known as Pilsner

We need to commission a Cleome brand beer from some microbrewery! What qualities should it have?

organic, kosher, brewed in Oregon... and both fresh and refreshing!

Pilsners are wonderful, deddy! Though at this time of year, I usually prefer stouts.

The day I got laid off from temping (again), I popped over to a nearby brewpub for Happy Hour consolation and tried their Apricot Ale. It was pretty tasty. Also, when the bartender heard I'd just been sacked, he bought me a second pint. (Don't worry. I tipped him really well.)

Miss Cleome should visit the Victorian Flirting Thread, in which a contingent of young men await her presence, with glasses of illicit lemonade. (Warning: knock before entering)

Can Miss Cleome also read my fortune while she's at it??

Lardi, you're like that old Louis Armstrong version of St. Louis Blues where no fortune teller could look into your mind without doing this:



at least once.

BTW, I probably won't be available for any scheduled post-a-thon/roleplays, since I'm really trying to finish a story chapter right now.

I may declare this thread some kind of rest zone where those confused by roleplays can seek shelter and post recipes or something, though.

I'd like to take a moment and offer a little story that will demonstrate, once and for all, the truly heroic nature of our dear friend and associate cleome.

The story involves a kitten, a tree, a crying child, a frantic mother, yarn, a stick, some gum, a couple of pairs of shoes, a rock, a slingshot, an even louder crying child, an eye patch, a phone booth, a firetruck, a hunky fireman, a motel room, dawn, coffee, a change of clothes, a ladder and plenty of gumption. Now, one day, as cleome was walking down the lane to choir practice...

Wait, I think I should save this story for the all-CLEOME TESTIMONIAL thread.

TOM SERVO: "Joel, I'm pregnant with your child!"

JOEL: "SSSSSPPPPPFFFFFTTTTTT!!"

[wonders if Stealth actually owns a jumpsuit]

Nah, although after I first saw Kill Bill I fantastized about getting a yellow number like the one Uma Thurman wore. I never did, and as for the movie itself, it didn't hold up to more that one viewing, typical of Tarantino films (except for the ones that suck at FIRST viewing.)

You have to want to have mind numbing fun watching his stuff.

Last time I was accepted to art school, I had designed a Kill Bill poster as part of my portfolio.

GYPSY: Tom, I don't get you.

TOM SERVO: Nobody gets me. I'm the wind, baby.

Tsk. I'm at least seven or eight films behind on my Cinematic Titanic viewing! Joblessness bites!

My last commissioned portrait. I think the artist did a wonderful job, don't you?

Very nice. Especially with the black beans, or huckleberries, although I'm uncertain what that symbolizes.

Those are grapes, meant to symbolize the heart of a true warrior. Whereas the vase dimensions symbolize my child-bearing hips.