Nunsense

Madame's Nightshirt

Mrs. Peperium

Nunsense

FearandloathingGeorgetown:  "So, who's the Don in your organization?

Mrs. P: "Huh?"

Fearandloathingtown: "Drop the dingbat housewife routine, sister. Who's your Godfather?"

Mrs. P: "My godfather?  Why...he's dead."

FearandloathingGeorgetown: "The Godfather is dead?  Who whacked him?  Amy Welborn?  I always knew that homeschooling, tent-wearing, 12-nippled ecological breast feeding Amish-Catholic-cum-Hindu-goddess-mama image was a front."

Mrs. P:  "Basil, order me another drink.  I'm confused."

Sir Basil: "I already have.  Young man, are you tight or just delusional?"

FearandloathingGeorgetown:  "Hey Mr. Smarty Spats, don't think you can fob me off with your David Niven crap.  I know you're the Catholic blog mafia.  How else do ya explain your friend, Father M?  Or Robbo?"

Sir Basil: "Ah, not delusional, American."

Mrs. P:  "Explain Robbo?  That's impossible."

FearandloathingGeorgetown: "Afraid of giving away trade secrets, huh?  So... whatd'ya  have on him?  Misuse of government computers?  How'd it all go down?  You can tell me. We're all bloggers here. Besides, it's all water under the Tiber by now. So what was it? Lunch at Father M's club where Robbo was gently but firmly shown what would happen to him if he didn't start seeing things your way real soon?"

Mrs. P : (quietly, desperately)  "Baaaah-sull?"

Sir Basil: "Fear not Mrs. P.  I must say you are the sharpest knife in the drawer, aren't you FLiG?  May I call you FLiG?  Yes, good.  Well you're on to us.  It's high time someone was. And if someone had to be, I'm glad it was you.  You're the fellow with the..ah...the interests.  What are they again?

FLiG: "I am obsessed with pirates, robots, and sex with inanimate objects."

Sir Basil: "Yes...well, judging from the last time I saw Mr. P, Mrs. P is strictly into animate objects, but you two should still get along.  We could use a man like you in our organization.  Especially since you're at Georgetown.  We've already got two operatives there but we always need more. "

FLiG: "Poulos is one, isn't he?   Those mutton chops are a very clever red herring."

Sir Basil: "By their very nature, all red herrings are clever FLiG.  This is why they’re called red herrings.  Are you with us, or not?"

FLiG: "That depends.  Whatd'ya have in mind?"

Sir Basil:  "We need you to to enter a beauty contest."

FLiG:  "What?"

Sir Basil: "Actually, we need you to win a beauty contest."

FLiG:  "Does this mean I have to get a boob job?"

Sir Basil:  "No. The ones you have will do just fine."

FLiG:  "Damn."

Mrs. P:  "Basil, you do want him to win don't you?  We are dealing with a Vatican II priest here."

Sir Basil:  "True.  Very true. Near occassion to sin just ain't in it...Alright, FLiG, without surgery, do you think you can make yourself a 38D?  Anything larger might be considered over the top, as it were."

FLiG:  "Depends upon the kinda of top you have in mind. One piece or bikini?

Sir Basil: "A habit."

FLiG: "A riding habit?"

Sir Basil:  "A nun's habit."

FLiG: "What?  Are you sick? You want me to enter a beauty contest for nuns?  Me?  Why me? Why not Robbo?  He's goes to Latin Mass. Besides his piano playing makes him a shoe-in for the talent competition."

Sir Basil:  "Robbo is needed elsewhere.  And we are not sick, at least not in the conventional sense.  Just the priest is. As Mrs. P said, we are dealing with a modernist here.  He is holding a contest to demonstrate to the world the beauty of nuns. I suppose he missed the class on vanity and modesty and all that.  This chap knows no self-respecting Traditional Religious would be caught dead in a beauty contest.  He wants and is going to get pure, unadulterated modernist nuns. You know, the type with no habit and sensible shoes. And what can be more unadulterated than a male Georgetown student dressed in drag as a nun?  I'm sure it is probably common nowadays in Georgetown, but still unadulterated."

FLiG:  "Well, when you put it that way, I'm the shoe-in."

Sir Basil: "I'm glad you see it our way, offer you can't refuse and all that, what?"

FLiG:  "You're the Don aren't you?"

Mrs. P : "Do you wanna wake up with an incensor in your bed?"

Sir Basil:  "You don't own a horse do you?"

FLiG:  "So...let's say I do win the beauty contest, what's in it for me?"

Sir Basil: "Our friends at the Vatican are offering a round of golf with the Holy Father followed by cocktails and a barbeque with he and Archbishop Raymond Burke in the Vatican gardens."

FLiG: "Will mulligans be allowed?"

Sir Basil: "My dear FLiG, they really do teach you nothing at Georgetown, do they? The Catholic Church invented mulligans.  We call it confession."

Comments

[Fear and loathing in Georgetown]

I always knew it was Basil, and I think Poulos might be a double agent.

[Mrs. Peperium]

Think is not good enough for the Vatican. One must know...

[dareboy]

Dear Sir Basil,

Could I ask you the question that men usually, I would say traditionally ask gentlemen of your experience and taste. Would you be kind to tell me a word about men watches, swiss made watch.
My grandfather who were famous russian clothier owns his atelier before the soviet regime had made the victory in my country, he weared the doxa “anti-magnetique” he was a country landlord in his older age and a house we live in my childhood got many pictures of his family and my relatives.
In my honor opinion in my 30 age I try to follow his advices not to wear jeans – American jeans~ sorry if I touch here political matters but it’s my subjective opinion, that wearing a jeans is a workers habit, anyway I may mistaken.
So recently I became a landlord as he did seventy years ago, and those circumstances turned me to buy swiss watch, like shy person it was suitable for me to make a reasonable choice. It was a Raymond weil watch ~ Tango. And as an art person this watch gives me a hope to start taking lessons in tango school.
Please, if you got any advices or stories about men’s watches let me know at Patum Peperium page.