I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early last night, and with nothing else to do, GoGo van Gogh-Gogh (the Ministry of Mayhem's talented Artist-in-Residence) and I ended up sharing a bottle of the Martian's Plutonium Joy Juice. I know better than to have more than a single shot of the stuff, while GoGo has developed something of a tolerance over the years and has no such compunctions. He's a sot, to be blunt, and quite liberal with his intake. No one seems to mind, as a hangover apparently helps him paint.
I can't recall how we ended up sitting on the floor in the blackness of the Ministry's dungeon, singing "Hotel California" and "Desperado" (both with mumbled lyrics--who can remember all the words, especially with Joy Juice on board) at the top of our lungs, arms around each other's shoulders. The singing was loud enough (or bad enough) to attract unwanted attention. Footsteps sounded, and a Dark Lady appeared in a beam of moonlight shining through the room's single tiny window. With a disapproving look, she glared at us, shook her head, gestured at the stairs leading back to the main floor, and said, "Scoot."
We scooted.
Treepusher wrote:
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early last night, and with nothing else to do, GoGo van Gogh-Gogh (the Ministry of Mayhem's talented Artist-in-Residence) and I ended up sharing a bottle of the Martian's Plutonium Joy Juice. I know better than to have more than a single shot of the stuff, while GoGo has developed something of a tolerance over the years and has no such compunctions. He's a sot, to be blunt, and quite liberal with his intake. No one seems to mind, as a hangover apparently helps him paint.
I can't recall how we ended up sitting on the floor in the blackness of the Ministry's dungeon, singing "Hotel California" and "Desperado" (both with mumbled lyrics--who can remember all the words, especially with Joy Juice on board) at the top of our lungs, arms around each other's shoulders. The singing was loud enough (or bad enough) to attract unwanted attention. Footsteps sounded, and a Dark Lady appeared in a beam of moonlight shining through the room's single tiny window. With a disapproving look, she glared at us, shook her head, gestured at the stairs leading back to the main floor, and said, "Scoot."
We scooted.
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early la... (
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I was once told to ''Scoot'' after trying to sing that wonderful Tom Jones song '' Sex Bomb sex Bomb'' at our local Derby and Joan karaoke night.All the ladies and the Men got over excited and several ambulances arrived to take them to the local hospital.Fortunately the where no fatalities.The miserable buggers don't invite us anymore
Excellent work as always of the lovely lady Randy i always enjoy your stories as well.
angler wrote:
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Thanks, Angler. Must have been quite the scene at your club, lol! Karaoke can get out of hand quickly, especially with Tom Jones, and with your good looks, it's a darned good thing they came up with portable defibrillators!
Glad you enjoy the zany stories, always try to make them fun.
Thanks for the laugh and your kind comments, and thanks as always for your visit--it's most appreciated!
What a magnificent tale. How I envy you being there with Vince and your words that run like magic.
Everyone should be required, during their life time, to write one tale, as alluring and compelling as you do.
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Cheers.
Dale
dalbers wrote:
What a magnificent tale. How I envy you being there with Vince and your words that run like magic.
Everyone should be required, during their life time, to write one tale, as alluring and compelling as you do.
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Cheers.
Dale
Thank you, Dale, and what a nice thing to say! I try to make the photos and stories fun for everyone to enjoy, ridiculous tho they may be. Of course, having a lovely wicked witch like Madame P around gives all the inspiration one could ask for (she tries, but to be perfectly honest, she's not really all that wicked...).
Thank you again for the compliments, they're very much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed this episode, and thanks for stopping by!
Hal81
Loc: Bucks County, Pa.
I knew it, I just knew it. You cant get away with anything when that dark lady is sneaking around. I bet she uses radar or something.
Hal81 wrote:
I knew it, I just knew it. You cant get away with anything when that dark lady is sneaking around. I bet she uses radar or something.
Thanks, Hal. I think it's a lady thing. They always know what you've been up to!!! And hopeless trying to lie your way out of it by claiming you're entering a barbershop quartet competition...
Thanks for the smile and your visit, always very much appreciated!
rlaugh
Loc: Michigan & Florida
Oh my gosh...when people called me a SOT..I thought it was short for..Sort Of Tough
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..fine shot!
Treepusher wrote:
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early last night, and with nothing else to do, GoGo van Gogh-Gogh (the Ministry of Mayhem's talented Artist-in-Residence) and I ended up sharing a bottle of the Martian's Plutonium Joy Juice. I know better than to have more than a single shot of the stuff, while GoGo has developed something of a tolerance over the years and has no such compunctions. He's a sot, to be blunt, and quite liberal with his intake. No one seems to mind, as a hangover apparently helps him paint.
I can't recall how we ended up sitting on the floor in the blackness of the Ministry's dungeon, singing "Hotel California" and "Desperado" (both with mumbled lyrics--who can remember all the words, especially with Joy Juice on board) at the top of our lungs, arms around each other's shoulders. The singing was loud enough (or bad enough) to attract unwanted attention. Footsteps sounded, and a Dark Lady appeared in a beam of moonlight shining through the room's single tiny window. With a disapproving look, she glared at us, shook her head, gestured at the stairs leading back to the main floor, and said, "Scoot."
We scooted.
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early la... (
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Great shot and story, Treepusher
rlaugh wrote:
Oh my gosh...when people called me a SOT..I thought it was short for..Sort Of Tough
...
..fine shot!
LOL! Thanks, Bob. I think in GoGo's case it's 'Short of Toxic,' but only by a whisker. ; )
Glad you enjoyed this one, and thanks as always for the laugh and your visit, it's very much appreciated!
gregoryd45 wrote:
Great shot and story, Treepusher
Thanks, Greg. Always fun. Glad you enjoyed this one, and thanks very much for your kind comments and visit. Always much appreciated!
Treepusher wrote:
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early last night, and with nothing else to do, GoGo van Gogh-Gogh (the Ministry of Mayhem's talented Artist-in-Residence) and I ended up sharing a bottle of the Martian's Plutonium Joy Juice. I know better than to have more than a single shot of the stuff, while GoGo has developed something of a tolerance over the years and has no such compunctions. He's a sot, to be blunt, and quite liberal with his intake. No one seems to mind, as a hangover apparently helps him paint.
I can't recall how we ended up sitting on the floor in the blackness of the Ministry's dungeon, singing "Hotel California" and "Desperado" (both with mumbled lyrics--who can remember all the words, especially with Joy Juice on board) at the top of our lungs, arms around each other's shoulders. The singing was loud enough (or bad enough) to attract unwanted attention. Footsteps sounded, and a Dark Lady appeared in a beam of moonlight shining through the room's single tiny window. With a disapproving look, she glared at us, shook her head, gestured at the stairs leading back to the main floor, and said, "Scoot."
We scooted.
I finished up mopping the Ministry floors early la... (
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LOL you're in trouble now my friend.....Great image of the Dark Lady.
Outstanding as always Treepusher! No one can resist clicking on one of your posts as your story telling and photos are so well done.
J-SPEIGHT wrote:
LOL you're in trouble now my friend.....Great image of the Dark Lady.
Thanks, Jack. A Dark Lady says scoot, you scoot. Fail to do so at your peril, half in the bag or no.
Not sure whether she was annoyed at our being in the dungeon—her domain—or just at how bad the singing was, lol.
Thanks for the kind comments and visit, always much appreciated.
nimbushopper wrote:
Outstanding as always Treepusher! No one can resist clicking on one of your posts as your story telling and photos are so well done.
Thanks for the compliment, nimbushopper. They won’t win any prizes, lol, but I try to keep the photos and stories enjoyable and fun, and hope they bring a smile.
Thanks for your very kind words and visit, it’s always most appreciated!
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