hitching a lift
You’re standing in the lift. There is a mirror in the lift.
You raise an eyebrow seductively. Then the other one. Surprise. You spin around.
You whip out an imaginary pistol and dangle it in a louche manner. Just time for a mini-strut. Smoooove. A bell rings.
I wonder if Fred & Ginger ever got stuck in a lift together?
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*Chuckling* over itsmylimbo’s last line. You do, indeed, make me think of something.
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Posted on 14-Aug-03 at 7:02 pm | PermalinkThings are a bit like buses.
Nothing moves around for a few days, then suddenly lots of things move around all at once.
Fred and Ginger always make me think of Christmas confectionary.
You always make me think of something.
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Posted on 14-Aug-03 at 7:02 pm | Permalinkto hitch a lift, you need to look as if you’ve got no menace
Posted on 14-Aug-03 at 8:05 pm | Permalinka pistol can’t work
that rhyme is a children’s rhyme, creative and imaginative, but not realistic
Posted on 14-Aug-03 at 9:00 pm | Permalinka vermicious knid. read “Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator”, a literary masterpiece.
(It’s a big blobby space alien thing)
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