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post #61 of 315
2/15/07 at 3:20pm
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Originally Posted by CoTHukoB

Finding himself bent over, he again thought of Sydney ... how they used to engage in deviant sex acts that would make the world's top porn stars go white and steady themselves on the furniture ...


Of course, the sex had been quite vanilla, but the fragrances that they had worn during the act... The Marquis de Sade would blush in his grave.
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post #62 of 315
2/15/07 at 3:22pm
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Originally Posted by greyhueofdoubt

Of course, the sex had been quite vanilla, but the fragrances that they had worn during the act... The Marquis de Sade would blush in his grave.

Of course, the good Marquis had his chateau at Lacoste ... and our hero doesn't think much of that cologne.
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post #63 of 315
2/15/07 at 3:53pm
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He then began to remember his latest project. How could he have forgotten? He had been trying to duplicate Secetions Magnifique.
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post #64 of 315
2/15/07 at 3:56pm
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He then remembered his latest work, how could he forget, he had been trying to copy Secretions Magnifique.

... reinforced by a thought whispered into his ear when he was drunk and weary: "some battles are worth hitting below the belt for ..."

... which made him immediately think of "Eloge du Traitre".
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post #65 of 315
2/15/07 at 4:11pm
Yes, yes, that was it. He ran over to check his work and upon finding it ruined, he remembered Michael out on the front porch.
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post #66 of 315
2/15/07 at 5:03pm
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"Wha.. h-how did I suddenly get HERE from the alley behind Hung Lo's restaurant?", Felix spoke aloud to no one in particular. "No matter," he murmured to himself, and opened his front door to find..."
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post #67 of 315
2/15/07 at 6:55pm
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"Wha.. h-how did I suddenly get HERE from the alley behind Hung Lo's restaurant?", Felix spoke aloud to no one in particular. "No matter," he murmured to himself, and opened his front door to find..."

...himself back in Hung Lo's alley, clearly delusional from the toxic overspray.
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post #68 of 315
2/15/07 at 6:58pm
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...himself back in Hung Lo's alley, clearly delusional from the toxic overspray.

Bending over him in the alley was a dark eyed, topless woman with undulating hips, swathed, from the waist down in the sheerest of saffron colored silk. The odor of salty sweat assailed his flared nostrils...barefoot, she padded lightly across the alley, lips parted, panting as with exertion...

"KINGDOM COME!"He cried, swooning once again into a dead faint.
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post #69 of 315
2/15/07 at 7:33pm
Dear god, had he been with this Tigress? "Sydney, Sydney, Sydney,......... someone help me," he pleaded.
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post #70 of 315
2/15/07 at 9:39pm
He felt a tremor. The buildings seemed to sway and bend and dust rose all around him. His body rocked with the energy of the shifting earth, and he heard the distant wail of sirens. A voice drifted across the haze, muffled at first, but then clear. "Hit the snooze button, would you?"
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post #71 of 315
2/15/07 at 10:27pm
He couldn't sleep, he couldn't even relax. Was it the fifteen hundred full bottles he kept in his icebox, the five hundred decants, the thirteen hundred samples, or was it Ebay? Admittedly, most the bottles he bought gave him no problems, but why had he been waiting three weeks for his last purchase of Kouros; couldn't they understand his desperation?
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post #72 of 315
2/16/07 at 4:03am
Shaking off his drowsiness, he suddenly realized that he was not alone in bed. The figure next to him stirred, sending up wafts of sandalwood mixed with a faint leather note, the one that drove him wild...oh dear god, what have I done?
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post #73 of 315
2/16/07 at 4:46am
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Michael stirred slightly as the bed tilted toward the now upright Felix.
"Oh God..", Felix moaned, what a nightmare!. And my mouth tastes like the inside of an empty 50ml bottle of Brittney Spears Curious..I should never have openend that 3rd bottle of Hai Karate!"
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post #74 of 315
2/16/07 at 7:31am
When Felix good eye began to focus on the scene around him and the dark stubble on what should have been Sydney's face, he began to shake uncontrollably as he ran toward the bathroom puking Joop!
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post #75 of 315
2/16/07 at 9:53am
<<snort>> Bwahahaha!!
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post #76 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:07am
..and all of a sudden his stomach was upset...
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post #77 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:10am
The man next to him in bed apologized: "I'm sorry... Had I known you were a virgin, I would have shaved, first."
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post #78 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:15am
Felix then grabbed the nearest bottle of cologne, sprayed the man in the face, and ran out the door...
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post #79 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:19am
Crying like a baby and screaming meaningless slogans about freedom on a two way radio, he stepped onto the sidewalk and into the street.
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post #80 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:22am
..he then ran into an old lady with a powdery smell...
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post #81 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:34am
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..he then ran into an old lady with a powdery smell...

Good lord! He thought.... "Off all the people I could have run into, it HAD to be the neighborhood madam, drenched in L'Heure Bleue EDT, whatever shall I do?!"
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post #82 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:42am
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Good lord! He thought.... "Off all the people I could have run into, it HAD to be the neighborhood madam, drenched in L'Heure Bleue EDT, whatever shall I do?!"

Felix then dug into his pocket and presented the madam with a bottle of Britney Spear's CURIOUS, and said to her "try this!"...
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post #83 of 315
2/16/07 at 10:57am
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Felix then dug into his pocket and presented the madam with a bottle of Britney Spear's CURIOUS, and said to her "try this!"...

Madam pocketed the bottle and asked "Young man... Are these beard burns on your cheeks? "
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post #84 of 315
2/16/07 at 11:04am
Damned that fool Michael, doesn't he know he's supposed to be dead. I had already planned the floral I was going to wear to his funeral, or should it have been something with carnation?
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post #85 of 315
2/16/07 at 12:01pm
Madame assumed a thoughtful expression, "I could use a young man like you in my organization. Are you interested?"
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post #86 of 315
2/16/07 at 12:37pm
He looked passed the lady, through the lace curtains, into this den of hell itself. What! What! Was that Sydney leading that man through the green door?
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post #87 of 315
2/16/07 at 12:42pm
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He looked passed the lady, through the lace curtains, into this den of hell itself. What! What! Was that Sydney leading that man through the green door?

But if he really looked in Pandora's mirror, he could see clearly that he could do Dallas a whole lot better than than poor Debbie who still wouldn't know which perfume to choose for the occasion.
Maybe there was a future in this...
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post #88 of 315
2/16/07 at 12:48pm
If nothing else, he could keep an eye, his good one, on Sydney. "Would I be able to have the room with the Red Door?"
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post #89 of 315
2/16/07 at 12:55pm
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"But, HELL!", Felix thought, still belching traces of guaiac wood, oakmoss, opoponax and tobacco leaf from SOMETHING he had ingested, "I'm friggin' color blind, and that door could be puce for all I know, and it COULD be Sydney in the bedroom. She just might have forgotten to shave her legs. And also, why was this...this 'woman' leading that 'man' by holding his...his..."
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post #90 of 315
2/16/07 at 1:06pm
...Burberry London... But then, the lady screamed "I've got to have you!", like in the Gaultier to the Power of Two TV commercials, so the song Somnambulist by BT, fresh from a docked iPod, filled the air...
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post #91 of 315
2/16/07 at 2:17pm
Felix ran home to find Sydney in Euphoria over her last Ebay win. "Gardenia!" Felix screamed, "All these weeks and I thought I knew you better than that."
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post #92 of 315
2/16/07 at 2:40pm
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"You hardly know me at all, Felix, and yet you know me all too well, dear boy", Sydney hissed. With a single grab and swipe of her left hand she tore off the latex makeup-mask ala Mission Impossible and stood there defiantly, boldly, a totally different visage than the beautiful Sydney, staring directly into Felix's disbelieving eye, the monochrome Gendarme tattoo plainly emblazoned on the oh-so-familiar scarred and pock-marked left cheek...

"My GOD!!", Felix moaned, "It can't be YOU!! You're DEAD! Oh my GOD...DADDY! DADDY!"
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post #93 of 315
2/16/07 at 2:58pm
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"You hardly know me at all, Felix, and yet you know me all too well, dear boy", Sydney hissed. With a single grab and swipe of her left hand she tore off the latex makeup-mask ala Mission Impossible and stood there defiantly, boldly, a totally different visage than the beautiful Sydney, staring directly into Felix's disbelieving eye, the monochrome Gendarme tattoo plainly emblazoned on the oh-so-familiar scarred and pock-marked left cheek...

"My GOD!!", Felix moaned, "It's can't be YOU!! You're DEAD! Oh my GOD...DADDY! DADDY!"


"What is it?" answered his father from the bathroom.
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post #94 of 315
2/17/07 at 12:38am
"Daddy, I've never been so desperate in my life," he cried, "and there is only one thing that can help. Where did you put that number for the Jerry Springer show?" Felix had always wondered what Steve wore.
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post #95 of 315
2/17/07 at 4:18am
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"My God", Felix's Dad screamed " I'm standing before you like a phoenix that has risen from the ashes and smelling like the Avon Lady has had her way with me and all you can think to ask is for Jerry Springers number?" Felix did have to admit it was fairly shallow of him but the hanging,pervasive scent of gardenia had clouded his normally rational thinking.
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post #96 of 315
2/17/07 at 6:18am
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Tiberius Flatulus Eaubadstube, "Tibbie" as he had mercifully called since named by his demented mother, didn't suffer fools easily, and that had led him to stage his own demise, a beautifully thought out and perfectly executed 'death' by cologne over-application, a demise that would have had even the idiot local coroner smelling a rat but for the prior payoff Tibbie had arranged with him. A demise that had finally extricated Tibbie from having to put up with all of his inane immediate family--Felix, in particular--and so ended that particularly insulting chapter in his life-long attempt to avoid suffering fools.

But now, more than anything, he needed a drink.

"Felix", Tibbie purred from the bathroom, "be a good boy and fetch daddy a drink, won't you? Hmmmm? Perhaps, no, DEFINITELY a snifter of....cognac"?
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post #97 of 315
2/17/07 at 7:45am
When he had tilted back his head and downed the fourth snifter that had been administered to him by the shaking hands of his son, Felix's father wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and finally spoke.

"Now, then, let me tell you where I have been , and more importantly , about the double life that your Mother has been leading."

Felix was filled with a sense of foreboding. Or was it deja vu? And did it really matter?
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post #98 of 315
2/18/07 at 7:18am
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When he had tilted back his head and downed the fourth snifter that had been administered to him by the shaking hands of his son, Felix's father wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and finally spoke.

"Now, then, let me tell you where I have been , and more importantly , about the double life that your Mother has been leading."

Felix was filled with a sense of foreboding. Or was it deja vu? And did it really matter?

Tibbie though often about his wife Morgana. He thought about the funny little way she would often wear perfume-soaked garter belts on her slender wrists and forearms when they went out together..he though about her inexplicable inability to correctly spell osteosarchaematosplanchnochondroneuromuelous..and that made him chuckle aloud, forcing a thick cloud of medjool, date fruit, mediterranean herbs and West Indian tamarind tree leaves aromas out of his mouth.
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post #99 of 315
2/18/07 at 10:56am
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Tibbie though often about his wife Morgana. He thought about the funny little way she would often wear perfume-soaked garter belts on her slender wrists and forearms when they went out together..he though about her inexplicable inability to correctly spell osteosarchaematosplanchnochondroneuromuelous..and that made him chuckle aloud, forcing a thick cloud of medjool, date fruit, mediterranean herbs and West Indian tamarind tree leaves aromas out of his mouth.

Oh, what that woman could do with those garter belts! He had to be careful not to get completely lost in reverie as he recalled their first meeting, when she did that slow and provocative striptease for him.
"So that we can get better acquainted, Handsome," she had purred, as one of the belts went a-twirl above his head...
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post #100 of 315
2/18/07 at 11:17am
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...and he adroitly caught that pungent, juice sopped garment with a quick snap of his teeth (having quickly removed both upper and lower full dentures in one, lightning-quick swoop with his right hand and having employed them in the style of a blazing-eyed dancing Spanish beauty wielding a pair of castanets), biting firmly into it's underlying, yeilding rubberyness as though it were the inviting stem of some fragrant and blood red rose..
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post #101 of 315
2/18/07 at 11:42am
He felt the sting of a palm across his cheek and smelled the aroma of sharp roses made rough by unrelenting patchouli leaves...looking down he saw the open vial of Voleur de Roses in Felix's hand...his son had resorted to L'Artisan intervention in hopes to revive him, when he saw his father's eyes glazing over and the rhythmic clenching of his jaw, clueless that his now cognac saturated father had been experiencing a waking dream of the woman who had birthed him.
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post #102 of 315
2/18/07 at 12:30pm
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"Son...son", the wizened old man mindlessly sobbed, "Did..did I spill the glass of Tang again?"

The vacuity in his father's eyes told Felix all he needed to know.

Successive splashes of L'Artisan D'Humeur Reveuse, D'Humeur Massacrante, Fleur de Narcissus, Un Zeste D'Ete Orchidée Blanc, Premier Figuier and Vetiver, followed by a final and last gasp full-face spritz of Zirh Corduroy had failed to disengage Tibbie's fragile mind from the gloriously painful memory of Auntie Wilma's younger and far more scent-savvy sister..
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post #103 of 315
2/18/07 at 2:26pm
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"Son...son", the wizened old man mindlessly sobbed, "Did..did I spill the glass of Tang again?"

The vacuity in his father's eyes told Felix all he needed to know.

Successive splashes of L'Artisan D'Humeur Reveuse, D'Humeur Massacrante, Fleur de Narcissus, Un Zeste D'Ete Orchidée Blanc, Premier Figuier and Vetiver, followed by a final and last gasp full-face spritz of Zirh Corduroy had failed to disengage Tibbie's fragile mind from the gloriously painful memory of Auntie Wilma's younger and far more scent-savvy sister..

Of course, the three of them, Tibbie, Morgana and Wilma, God rest her soul, had spent time blending scents in their day, making a rather savory menage a trois.
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post #104 of 315
2/18/07 at 5:18pm
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And the methods his father, his mother and his aunt had used, Felix had seen written in the pages of Tibbie's 'secret' diary, written quickly in bold, sweat-smeared strokes, and in intimate and unabashed detail by his father, a man at that time in his sexual prime and without restraints. Written by Tibbie.. but involving all three of them, Tibbie, Morgana and Wilma, describing things they had done, things they had done together, were they made public in that relatively prudish time, that would have landed those three sexual alchemists in jail! They concocted wildly sensual perfumes in incredible ways. Ways that began with body scrapings of lust-born sweat and continued through rituals long lost to all but the initiate few! Oh! The memory of those written words, of it all, the intense memory of those searing words caused Felix to flex involuntarily at the knees as an unexpected wave of pleasure spread unstoppingly from his loins and spread to his extremities as a tossed rock suddenly patterns the surface of a glass smooth lake. Oh! OH!
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post #105 of 315
2/21/07 at 4:59pm
Both men were brought sharply to the present when a bucket of cold water was poured directly over their heads. They smelled the incense and rose and identified the stream of Parfum Sacre even before looking up and seeing two women , one in a nun's habit , the other dressed very elegantly in Chanel suit.
"We are your long lost twin sisters, " they cried in unison, looking directly at Felix.
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post #106 of 315
2/21/07 at 5:51pm
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Instantly noting and identifying their Thai accent and their obvious attachment to each other, through the cascade of water dripping down his face, Felix tactfully asked: "By any chance, are you..two..ummm, our Siamese sisters?"
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post #107 of 315
2/22/07 at 6:19pm
"whence chaos cometh"...he thought to himself, just seconds before their perfectly synchronized reply:
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post #108 of 315
2/23/07 at 8:00am
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"whence chaos cometh"...he thought to himself, just seconds before their perfectly synchronized reply:

"Yes." they repied as one.
"We were physically separated" said Pivoine.
"two years ago. But we find we must" continued Violet.
"still remain quite close. Our bond was more than physical after" went on Pivoine.
"20 years of" Violet said.

"shared liver." they chorused.
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post #109 of 315
2/23/07 at 8:25am
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"Ahha!", cried Felix, his eyes a-twinkle with anticipation of scrumptious satyrical repartee, "a shared liver is it? Well", he laughed, "you both smell MAHVERLUS, dahlinks! The onion drydown from whatever it is you are both wearing definitely lends itself so completely, most delicately of course, to that absolutely divine liver aroma radiating from your personal space. Wait...(sniff) is that a bacon note I detect in there also, pwehaps? Very nice touch!"
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post #110 of 315
2/23/07 at 1:48pm
In the adjoining room their younger sibling--whose gender had never been satifactorily determined by anyone except herself--arose, revolted by the cloying and trite repartee, strode over to the balcony, dropped a pot of acrid geraniums on the poorly chosen toupee of a passing mendicant/alchemist/day-trader, sighed with relief at the ensuing screams of rage, and strategically applied a spray of Zagorsk.

Resuming her dinner jacket, stays, and an upright position, she entered the room in which the twins were now coyly massaging Felix's head with a tire iron.

"I believe all that cabbage was a serious mistake", she noted, calmly lighting several powerfully scented candles, throwing open the french windows, and slipping a Judas Priest recording into the CD player.
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post #111 of 315
2/24/07 at 5:37am
Felix took another large gulp of his Exclusive Virgin Island Water. Dear god, who where all these freaks, what had this waking dream become? His father had been dead for years; he had no family members having grown up in an orphanage. He began to burp white Bergamot, Jamaican lime, Sicilian mandarin, Indian jasmine, Tonka and musk. "Sydney!" His screams surprised him with their strength.
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post #112 of 315
2/24/07 at 7:21am
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As far as her background was concerned , Sydney was nothing if not a riddle inside a mystery all folded into a large low carb but nonetheless very tasty conundrum to Felix. Her mastery of the Dick and Jane books in both Cantonese and Jive was known far afield from the small mining town in the West she hailed from. In fact, she had been a first round draft pick to tutor the President, but unfortunately, and much to her chagrin, lost out to that damn K Street groupie who had so trashily doused herself with Tabac BleachBlond just prior to meeting with him at that Oval Office debacle..
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post #113 of 315
2/24/07 at 7:46am
Notwithstanding this disappointment, however, Sydney was aware even then of the potential that lay within the grasp of her sexually ambiguous sibling; a scandal involving the androgynous, Rammstein and Jicky-loving Mjx could easily bring down the American presidency.

She knew the time had come.

She absently dumped Felix out the window--the unfortunate day-trader, returning whence he'd come, suffered from this contretemps, too--then began tidying away the rest of the debris in the room with a flamethrower.
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post #114 of 315
2/24/07 at 8:47am
Just then, her landlord (righteously indignant at the flame, smoke, and bits of singed eyebrow) ordered her to immediately vacate the premises!

As she gathered up her belongings, she tearfully remembered Till's "In Out" performance in London and put thoughts of Rammstein and androgyny out of her mind for good.
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post #115 of 315
2/24/07 at 9:26am
Mjx, however, remained behind, well concealed in the walk-in closet, and well protected from the heat by her last week's purchases at Body Worship. Admittedly, the asbestos was neither legal nor exactly comfortable, but the effect of the outfit on various individuals of both genders was undoubtedly satisactory. Plus, she had just avoided immolation.

She shrugged out of the soot-stained jumpsuit, and adjusted a pair of socks in her knickers. She wriggled her way back into her onsie, then gave the rubber a quick swipe of Turtle Wax.

A quick gargle with Cumming, and she was good to go.
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post #116 of 315
2/24/07 at 1:43pm
The thought of the American presidency coming down, that someone might be left in that burning house, and all of Sydney's talents could not erase that minor coconut tinge. Where was that coconut, however slight, coming from? It could not have been in the cognac.
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post #117 of 315
2/24/07 at 2:16pm
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To say that Tibbe was uncomfortable wearing the coconut shell halves-as-breast augmenters was an understatement. That, coupled with an unbelievably itchy third coconut half, placed as a plumper for the cod piece, made Felix's father more than anxious for the director of the poorly rated soap to say; "CUT"!
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post #118 of 315
2/24/07 at 4:27pm
"No," said the director, "the grapefruit halves were almost acceptable, but no! These coconut monstrosities are way too obvious."
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post #119 of 315
2/24/07 at 8:47pm
Fake coconuts ... they look great, but they feel like s***!

... um, what were we speaking about, again?
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post #120 of 315
2/25/07 at 8:40am
Tibbe could see only one choice left for him/her. If he were going to make it in this business, he would have to get REAL implants, but where would he get the money?
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