Believe me - nothing works like well-arranged oolong gongfu with wenxianbei.
Nothing.

Sasha.

"Derek" > wrote in message ...
> On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:34:57 GMT, Alex Chaihorsky wrote:
>
>> Derek -
>>
>> Where is your celtic soul? To give a woman the wine of your thoughts,
>> lust
>> and passion, to make her drunk with your voice and have her nostrils long
>> for the scent of your breath - and you are willing to give ot all up and
>> just get her shit-faced with vodka? And then have her lump, poisoned,
>> falling apart tissue-wrapped skeleton answer your lust with... What?
>
> My celtic soul is right next to my celtic ankle....oh, wait. That's
> "sole."
>
> Actually, I wooed my wife with tea seasoned with the tiny mirabelle plum
> from France. It worked much better than any booze ever could have.
>
> As for longing for the sent of my breath - that depends on what I last
> ate.
>
>
> --
> Derek
>
> No single raindrop believes it is to blame for the flood.