BAKER STREET LTD. - The B&B Gentleman's Club™

When I offered Oppers as an alternative I learnt that the old adage 'a refusal often offends' was only too true. Still, I treasure each scar as a memory.

ambler wrote:

Still, I treasure each scar as a memory.

Ah, the times I've heard that.

Anyway, this Sven fella...



Still alive?

And kicking :D

Ah. The head-in-a-bag stage.

Oh I wouldn't be putting that head in a bag.

And that is why I had the Baker Street garbage compactor removed; there are some things even the Natashas should be spared.

And now a word from our sponsors:

"The unconscious masculine"? Sounds like a typical weekend at Ravenstone Hall.

Dextrose and Lucozade helps.

I feel positively queasy after that. I may need to watch some porn just to restore my equanimity.

Where did I leave my whip? - Oh yeah - that's my natural sense of nurturing showing, there.....

Rave is a multidimensional woman. It's a clever trick if you can pull it off.

It's true. Another way of putting it would be to say, "more faces than the Koh-i-Noor" but that's just rude

Ravenstone wrote:

It's true. Another way of putting it would be to say, "more faces than the Koh-i-Noor" but that's just rude

Words are very important. It says Whorticulturist in my passport.

Well, you can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think!

Reminds of me my first psychiatrist.

Gothic.

Before MOO7RE's untimely disappearance he was working on an unofficial history of Baker Street. The Street was first mentioned in Walter's My Secret Life more than 120 years ago. More recently, a certain Neville Keighley was a regular visitor. He reinvented himself as the singer Belouis Some and produced this curiosity, which kicks off at 02:20.



'Imagination' features what is now generally recognized as the greatest opening line in the English language: She lit a cigarette, both hands behind her back. Enacting that particular piece of whimsy caused Rave's spontaneous combustion at a Baker Street Christmas party some years later. She'll happily show you the scars if you hold her down.

*runs white gloved hand across bar*.

I say, Ambler. Standards are sliding somewhat.

Time for someone else to go on top. I'm exhausted.

Oh you've always struck me as a man more than capable of holding his own.

Although I'm not convinced both hands are required.

Ravenstone wrote:

Although I'm not convinced both hands are required.

I once knew a woman who could do me with her feet. Hammer toe was her Achilles heel.

Great language, English.

And you such a cunning linguist.

We'll soon lick you into shape.

Ravenstone wrote:

Standards are sliding somewhat.

I blame the teachers, Rave.

Not what it used to be.

I blame the booze

I know - the lack of it has been disgraceful as of late.

Shocking.

Although I did get myself a bottle of Drambuie the other day.