... to think that because I can't see a new IPOAT thread I should start one myself?

[PrincessFiorimonde]

Especially as I want to wish CheerfulYank a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY for today. Hope you are having a lovely day.

And here is the patron saint of IPOAT playing Happy Birthday To CY!

Ah, Pag's walnuts. Those were heady days, heady days indeed. Has The Culler been seen since?

Thank you thank you, Reverend.
Hark! I hear sad lamenting from yon barn. Think we not that repentence is offered and should be wrung forth even as the last drop of sweat trickles glisteningly down the tender maidenly orbs into the damp chemise?

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Whats IPOAT?

Why, see the young maidens clustered penitently on th efloor, all huddled and sweaty looking. How they have exerted themselves in their prayers and lamentations. Reverend, perhaps you might kneel before them and offer them succour?

NG - IPassedOnActually,Tony

okaaayyyy, clearly I am missing something here.

We could offer you a posset, or a little light prayer?

I sense the piss is being taken here.

I?Piss?OAccusatoryTone!

Please at least just think of the prawns....the prawns.

Is there sweating in the barn with the wicked, yet dashing, Culler? I shall hasten from my sick bed and collect walnuts on the way. Lady honeydragon, put asway your tTting and join us in the circle.
I think my corset might need losening less the pearls be damaged.

The prawns, however pinkly they may glisten in the moonlight, are honest, upstanding members of this community. You wenches are not yet fit to share a cocktail party with them.

You're all mad!

Enough with the prawns! They are the very devil, we shall have no more of their ilk, nor the other denizens of the salty maritime. Nor beasts of the fields or feathered flying avian snacks. We embark on a new regime to encourage pure thoughts and modest ways.

Perkins! Begin grilling the grass

Not us, Widow, we have already been tempered in the fiery furnaces of temptation, desire, need and derring-do, but the dear wayward gels must forswear all blood.

That will be three Our Lobsters and a Hail Langoustine for you Miss Riven.

...for only heavenly crustacea may be considered under the new regime!

Let them gad, Widow, and have their youthful folly. Tomorrow we shall pput their tender shoulders to the wheel and bid them strive as the Reverend orders. I shall search out the cicatrices and rods of loving chastisement in case they aren't keen.

Why Mistress Hully you are right, I see the error of my ways. My way is clear now you have me within your bosom and family and I am fully embracing the smoking grass, oh yes. But it does sorely make me crave foodstuffs, despite it's most enlightening properties.

Ah, the chastisement rods...

grilled, young Honey, grilled. You cannot advance to the smoked until you have spoken with Jesus in loving communion by the hay bale, usually of a Wednesday