"I can't see a rose tree without thinking of La Rosa. Ah, La Rosa. So many fond memories of meals there with Ron. I wonder what he's doing now. Perhaps I should give him a call."
I must be careful due to the family-friendly nature of this blog but here we go: Jeff may well look puzzled at Mary's circumlocution, however she is clearly talking about sex.
I think we all know about the origin of the "rosebud" reference in Citizen Kane and describing it as "tender" rams home the point with a complete lack of subtlety.
As for a "dirty root" just ask any Australian what that means...
Roses... tender bud... OK... thorns? No she goes with the "dirty root". Shandyowl is on the right track! Sheeesh, sends an "I'm so grossed out" shiver up my spine.
Wow, Mary and Jeff really do belong together: one afternoon in each other's company and they're back to finishing each other's platitudes. Although judging by Mary's confusion about what kind of plant roses grow on (hint: not a tree!), I'd say they're a bit rusty.
So creepy that they walk around talking like this in public. They're like two strangely grim moths, drawn to the brilliant light emanating from the Bum Boat sign. Or rather, the Bum Boa. Snake's up!
Savor the moment, folks. A few clumsy metaphors are as close as Mary and Jeff will ever get to consummating anything. Sadly, I believe this is the Charterstone version of "doin' it".
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I must be careful due to the family-friendly nature of this blog but here we go: Jeff may well look puzzled at Mary's circumlocution, however she is clearly talking about sex.
I think we all know about the origin of the "rosebud" reference in Citizen Kane and describing it as "tender" rams home the point with a complete lack of subtlety.
As for a "dirty root" just ask any Australian what that means...
MARY WORTH!
THIS IS THE LITERARY POLICE!
DROP THE METAPHOR... AND BACK AWAY SLOWLY!
Also, is a Bum Boa the same as an anaconda that is down on its luck?
Roses... tender bud... OK... thorns? No she goes with the "dirty root". Shandyowl is on the right track! Sheeesh, sends an "I'm so grossed out" shiver up my spine.
Wow, Mary and Jeff really do belong together: one afternoon in each other's company and they're back to finishing each other's platitudes. Although judging by Mary's confusion about what kind of plant roses grow on (hint: not a tree!), I'd say they're a bit rusty.
Those black pants are very slimming.
Duck, everyone! It's time once again for....Duh! Duh! Duh!..."Platitude Central"!
Mary for the win.
So creepy that they walk around talking like this in public. They're like two strangely grim moths, drawn to the brilliant light emanating from the Bum Boat sign. Or rather, the Bum Boa. Snake's up!
Savor the moment, folks. A few clumsy metaphors are as close as Mary and Jeff will ever get to consummating anything. Sadly, I believe this is the Charterstone version of "doin' it".
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