Taking a little Trip

[Holister]

Wow...

[Hannah]

Men, so easily distracted by things that jiggle.

[Doctor Boggs]

Oh for the.... so a trip to Ireland eh? Sounds fascinating!

[Grace]

Men, so easily distracted by things that jiggle.

That's exactly what I was about to say.

Anyway Doc, let me know what your research digs up.

[Holister]

Men, so easily distracted by things that jiggle.

GET THIS THOUGHT OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!

AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!

[Hannah]

Exactly what I mean.


Kelly, give Ben a swat on the back of the head for me.

[Joe Smith]

I have sent it to J to build it. She is better equipped to deal with it.

[Grace]

:oops: I have sent it to J to build it. She is better equipped to deal with it.

I didn't realize you were so easy to fluster, Mr. Smith.

Good to know.

[Joe Smith]

I really don't know anything about womens undergarments. Other than I like watching them be modeled.

I can however unlatch a 4 hook bra one handed in under a second.

[Grace]

I can however unlatch a 4 hook bra one handed in under a second.

Men. Always in such a hurry.

[Hannah]

I can however unlatch a 4 hook bra one handed in under a second.

If you want to impress a woman, be able to fasten it that fast.

[Holister]

This is the Lazlo Society ladies, not Victoria's Secret. Can we please change the subject, especially since a minor is involved.

[Grace]

This is the Lazlo Society ladies, not Victoria's Secret. Can we please change the subject, especially since a minor is involved.

Seriously Holister? You can spam threads with innuendo about Ron and my's relationship but you can't handle a little bra talk? Guess what, minor or not, Hannah wears a bra. So if you don't like the converstation, skip this thread and stop posting here.

[Grace]

Heh, only here would folks haze a professional hitman.. err woman? Hitgirl?

Just saw Kick Ass.

You can definitely call me Hitgirl.

Ron is not allowed to see that movie. He just is not. Ever.

[Doctor Boggs]

Well alrighty, I'll call ya Hitgirl then.

[Grace]

Whatever you say, Big Daddy.

Oops, sorry, that should be Sugar Daddy.

[Joe Smith]

lol - did you ever make it to Ireland? I am running low on Redbreast

[Grace]

The trip was delayed, Mr. Smith. While I prefer to visit Ireland in the spring, this year the trip has been pushed back. There are other matters more important to me that must be addressed first. Right now I'm looking at departing the first week in June.

P.S. I sent you a PM.

[Doctor Boggs]

Whatever you say, Big Daddy.

Oops, sorry, that should be Sugar Daddy.

That's it, you're flying coach young lady!

[Grace]

The hell I am!

[Doctor Boggs]

Alright so I'm too cheap to book all the first class seats, ya win this round!

[Grace]

That's a whole lotta spite, Sugar Daddy.

[Grace]

I don't expect to find the tomb occupied. I have other reasons for wanting to visit it.

[Grace]

It was fun while it lasted but I'm back home again. All my business in Ireland is completed.

I wonder if I'll ever be back?

After the Jet leg clears, I'll start relating what happened.

[Grace]

Vacations rock.

Seriously.

Like this past one I took in Ireland along with our good friend, Dr. Boggs. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.

Heck, we got into a bar fight within an hour of getting out of the airport.

WE DIDN’T START IT!

I didn’t mind that the guy kept staring at my cleavage when he was talking to me. I didn’t mind the crass innuendo he considered flirtation. I did kind of mind when he tried to grab my butt however.

Being the gentleman that he is, Dr. Boggs sauntered over and suggested that perhaps the young man shouldn’t man handle his ‘niece’. When the young mans retort was less than gentlemanly and his buddies started to circle around my traveling companion, I knew it was time to act.

I dislocated the guy’s shoulder, broke his jaw and his nose and even if he is still capable of having children, he won’t be attempting to make any, any time soon.

Well, okay, maybe I did throw the first punch but a pre-emptive strike isn’t really starting it. It was going to happen at that point, either way.

Now his buddies weren’t quite as drunk so it generally took less pain to convince them that messing with me wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately their flying bodies banged into a few other guys and things sort of dominoed from there.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Boggs and I were slipping out the back while the police were storming in the front.

“That was fun,” I panted as we ran off down the back ally, “too bad we can’t get paid for it.”

Dr. Boggs had a gleam in his eye, “maybe we can, my dear. Maybe we can.”

[Doctor Boggs]

Hooligans and malcontents! They had no respect for their elders and got what they deserved, on a lighter note I got through the entire frakas without spilling my drink. It was quite the good time.

[Professor Ali]

Ah, Irish beer, it is my ninth favorite beverage.

[Grace]

Damn, I nearly forgot that I never finished relating what happened way back then in Ireland.

Okay, so Doctor Boggs and I hatched this scheme to make money while fighting. You see, there is an underground fighting circuit with secret rings all over the island. So I entered the fights and Doctor Boggs would bet on me.

Simple, right? What could go wrong, right?

Well, this is a story involving me so you know something had to happen.

Things did go okay at first. Folks would look at my lithe form and usually laugh at the idea of me winning a match. Then I'd get into the ring with some hulking bruiser and clean his clock, but good. Brute strength is only good if you're good enough to land a punch. And I wasn't about to let my pretty face be messed up by these uncouth bruisers.

After the match, I'd meet up with the old man and we'd split the winnings. I got to keep the purse of course. Only fair since I was doing all the heavy lifting.

Well, it wasn't long before we got ourselves noticed by a different sort of underground fighting circuit. The sort where the brutes you're fighting might look human, but they ain't.

And of course, they didn't tell us that they weren't the sort of fights we had been used to up to that point. That's why I got into a ring thinking that it'd be another night of easy money only to find my opponents eyes glowing red.

I looked at the audience to find Doctor Boggs. He had looked like he was about to cast a spell but then someone had hissed something to him. He just sort of looked up at me and gave me a hopeless shrug.

My opponent and I made our way to the center of the ring. While the referee announced the rules (there were none), he leaned in close to me and said in a husky whisper, “I can't wait to claim your corpse as my prize.”

“Damn.” I said out loud, “I was hoping for money. You just look rancid.”

[GhostSpider]

“I can't wait to claim your corpse as my prize.”

Dude had a sick thing for you. Or he was friends with a necromancer.

[Doctor Boggs]

Fortunately for us there wasn't a Necromancer present at the time.