Posted by messiah at 2008-06-23 10:34 AM
If only I was around to lay some pipe on her she would have wanted to live forever.
Gosh Messiah. It's been observed before.
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat -- jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o'mud --
You're probably right, Messiah, laying some hose on her would cure her mental illness, distract her from offing herself. She would instead thenceforth dedicate herself to a life of pleasure and a search for ecstasy.
We know the solution. Will you undertake the task. Some of these women are god-awful ugly. that may be why they wear burkhas. Otherwise men would be turned off. It'll take a man with an extraordiarily high libido to be able to do this job. Are you game? Are you willing to make the sacrifice?