Shalbrinna and Zozz Edmunds want to send a message to Markesans of Marin County. "You are welcome in our lair anytime, but leave your Markesan attitude at the door. We dress the fool and we love it, and we don't want to hear any blaggard comments about it. And don't call me Shpug."
Much Obliged to You Can't Piss On Hospitality
We in Oz Sector capish Markesan culture, and embrace it. I have been whamming for a couple of years now, and I have a split-tail crony who is very into the scene. We have some caustic vittle venues here in Sydney and we loiter zealously. Uber-Expresso is excellent at Eunuch Charlie's, and you can get caustic gyros and grits at the Laylow Quisling Hideout in Katoomba. Natives are generous to non-9-to-5-ers. Heyyo, you Yanker Markesans!
Many Thanks to You Can't Piss On Hospitality
Heyyo, Shpugs. Popped around to Weenie-Walkers and got the K-9 bourgeoised. Tingladette and moi caught the latest Flickr at Red Rocks, you copy, the one with Robbie Pattinson. He's caustic, and Tingladette is righteously silly about the man. No dread, though; she's a Markesan, What's say we take a walkabout at the Park-Mercury, scarf some raw fish, and viddy split-tails?
Eternally Grateful to Bezembinder's Illustrated Links
Heyyo, Markesans. Are your pennybackers whammed? Shpug, what's say we go to the Miklidonnik and enjoy some beignets and Garrota Cola. Then we'll hunt up some split-tails and grind our kielbasas. What's say?
Much Obliged to You Can't Piss On Hospitality
