Well, that's close, Facade.
My stepdaughter owns the Taco stand.

Her fiance is a fisherman, and he caught us a Copper River Salmon while we were there.
Yum!

Belly, huh...

Ooh, well good for her! :D
And she found a man to do the dirty work. That's good~

Belly's a top-notch brothel...ess. Brotheless, yeah. She's the head whore. She'll show you the ropes. :cool:

Ropes? Wait a minute....I'm not into the bondage stuff...

DID SOMEONE MENTION BONDAGE?! I have the cattle prod!

LOL! :rofl:

Well too bad, granny! :talk2hand: The type of man that likes a woman like you expects some ropes, chains, and whips. :illgetu: And he wants you to use them on him first... :twisted:

Oh god... Cattleprod. :shock:
-runs to Narnia-

Bondage?! :drool:

You got my attention >>

NARNIA IS CLOSED FOR REPAIRS, FACADE!

Bondage creeps me out, to be honest. :P

I guess I'm an old-fashioned type of girl. :drool:

How about satin handcuffs?

lol...I see those on CSI all the time. They usually find them in the "naughty drawer".

Narnia is never closed, Kitteh. :illgetu: You just want to keep the fauns for yourself!

Satin handcuffs are for pansies! :talk2hand:
You'll be making use of rusty medieval handcuffs... :lol:

OMG NOOO, NARNIA'S CLOSED!? :gonk:
-dies-

I'd like to go to Narnia.
Take me with you, Facade!

Seems when all the snow melted... it kind of flooded the place. Ha, they didn't see that coming.

Okay, Jeanne, but first... you have to swallow this mysterious green elixir. :ninja:

I still think you're lying, Kitteh. Or did you get Aslan to shut the place down?

I thought it was the blue pill...

Nuuu. You use the rings to get to Narnia...

The ring around the collar?

(You guys are WAY too young to remember that commercial)

THE RINGS WERE SOLD ON EBAY. :gonk:
They're in Oz now. :talk2hand:

And yes, the mysterious green elixir! The blue pill was found to be Viagra, and thus unsafe for our female travelers.

Dang.

Wasn't it a detergent commercial, Jeanne? :roll:

So where does Never Never Land figure into all of this?

Never Never Land has been turned into a cheap brothel.

Never Never Land was sold to Steve Jobs, and now it's called iLand. :lol:

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STOP CONFUSING NEVER NEVER LAND WITH MORDOR, KITTEH! :feesh:

People would point at the lady's husband and hollar:
"Ring around the collar, Ring around the collar".

The wifie-poo would look all embarrased.
"Those dirty rings! I've tried to scrub them out"

This was in the day when all wives did was worry about their husband's laundry, and their dirty floors (which they mopped wearing a dress, pearls, and heels).