"I believe she was going to pay you a special surprise visit, but I think you can forget about that now that you have linked Penni romantically with the disgusting Bilbo."
Oh rest assured Oracular Alexa, thou titillating tattletaless, we are painfully accustomed to this lewd sort of huffery-puffery that our dear dear Janice every so often feels obliged to spew all over the thread. We find it usually happens when there is a power outage in her neighborhood for more than a day and she is left with naught but battery powered appliances. And batteries are very expensive in Italy you know. Actually, in truth, we were planning on inviting her to our fabulously chi-chi clandestine pied-a-terre in Ravello (provided we were permitted to occasionally muzzle her with duct tape as needed). But, sad to say, she told us that she was regrettably having a recurrence of her gout and would be utterly miserable company. So, off we go solo, the dice to throw in sunny Monaco. We'll win one for you, you can be sure of that.
Oh goodness, did I tell you about the last time we had Janice come to visit one or our places? Marbella I think it was. penni?? Was it Marbella? No, Cannes. Had to be Cannes. Anyway, I should tell you she completely monopolized my electric shoeshining wheel and we didn't hear a peep out of her the rest of the weekend. Well, we did hear a peep or two, come to think of it. |
