A Proposal
No, this is not asking for your hand in marriage, but something maybe a little less formal: a meeting of the critters at the Frialator. In case you have never been to this delightful establishment, it is located in the coastal fringes of Chelsea Forest, and it is particularly nice at around 8 or 8:30, when you can see the sun set over the distant region of Krixfortburg. Maybe we could all agree on a 7:30 or 8:00 time on a night that is mutually free? Sloth hopes.
posted by sloth @ 11:54 PM
14 comments
14 Comments:
The upper and/or outer limits of the Frialator are the nicest. It isn't quite Ned's exactly, but it has it's own charms.
Yes Sloth. I am in need. Deeply oils in my wants.
How about Friday, or should I say Fryday?
That could work grandly for me...good Sloth, good thinking!
Yay! This will be fun. The fried martinis are the best.
I would like to drink greasy martinis too. But say, where is the Frialator exactly?
Cool! Corny's coming! The Fryolator is one block north of the Chelsea Pain Arena, the one with the rock-climbing wall. The Fryolator is a floating wonderland, Corny. You can bring your dog and bare feets.
I believe I have enough pam left for some fry fry on fryday. Can I bring my portable karaoke machine?
I think I am knowing of the whereabouts of fryolator. . .but maybe not? Is it by the city of Basketballs?
I'm there slothy. I'm hoping for a fried snickers.
Oh THAT fryolator, upwind from the City of Pain, I know by which you spokth. I will do do interperative dance movements to Chariots Of Fire Theme by Vangelis as we do fried jello shooters.
How about a rendezvous at the bleachers at the very, very tip? Behind the sculputure of the lady with her head in her lap... between 7:30 and 8:00, say?
Or maybe the very, veryest tip, in front of the lady? This way, if the sun is too bright we can face inland.
I do not know this frialator--i don't think.
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