omg if little horseshoes on a tie made Jeeves upset... actually, if you use the dressy gray blazer, the Hawaiian shorts, and the horn eyeglasses, you can make him into Stephen Fry.
I don't know. It had the potential to be amusing. Like this:
Jeeves smiled indulgently. Bertie looked well chuffed with his creation, pronouncing Jeeves the "Height of Fashion". Jeeves knew, however, that this was the perfect opportunity for him to get back at Bertie. Later on. Yes. After he burned this ensemble.
"Oh, sir. Must I really? I do, indeed, comprehend the function of a fancy dress party, but, sir, I must object. I refuse to play Brutus, sir, so that you can act out your Caesar fantasies. Yes, I am aware that, most likely, no one but us shall work out the intricacies of your...plan. Couldn't we, perhaps, save it for after the party has ended?"
"Yes, sir. A fancy dress party at the Junior Ganymede. I was hoping to have the evening off, sir. Who am I attending the function as, you ask? Well, I don't think that sir would understand, if you'll pardon me saying so. Very well, sir. I'm attired as General Flavius Melchicus. Sir has no knowledge of the General? I do apologise. Yes, I did notice the shortness of the skirt. Sir! Please control yourself!"
{I slipped a bit into Fry doing the insane shop worker in Mr Dalliard's various and sundry shops here, I fear. If sir would be so kind as to forgive my most transgressioniest transgression, sir. Sir.}
"I would not recommend this one, sir. The American Indian culture is rich and diverse, and this particular "costume" is a sad, and frankly offensive, imitation of the true dress of a large and proud group of peoples. I do not think they would take kindly to such a blatant show of inconsideration. No, I do not suppose there will be any such persons in attendance this evening, sir. I'm terribly sorry to have to let you down, as well. They, as their bizarre moniker implies, tend to reside in the Americas. No, they didn't use any beads, sir. The flip flops? I borrowed them from Noel Fiedling, sir. Mr Wooster, please leave my fringe alone. Sir? Please refrain from fingering it...oh, dear."
{Yes. That was my Seneca ass taking a potshot at white people thinking my culture is a costume, and Jeeves being worldly enough to know that it's wrong. I give up now, and agree that this site is ludicrous beyond belief, and that Jeeves wouldn't be caught dead in any of it, save perhaps a few of the suits.}
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Date: 2011-10-27 03:24 pm (UTC)THIS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO EXIST.
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Date: 2011-10-27 06:25 pm (UTC)Jeeves smiled indulgently. Bertie looked well chuffed with his creation, pronouncing Jeeves the "Height of Fashion". Jeeves knew, however, that this was the perfect opportunity for him to get back at Bertie. Later on. Yes. After he burned this ensemble.
"Oh, sir. Must I really? I do, indeed, comprehend the function of a fancy dress party, but, sir, I must object. I refuse to play Brutus, sir, so that you can act out your Caesar fantasies. Yes, I am aware that, most likely, no one but us shall work out the intricacies of your...plan. Couldn't we, perhaps, save it for after the party has ended?"
"Yes, sir. A fancy dress party at the Junior Ganymede. I was hoping to have the evening off, sir. Who am I attending the function as, you ask? Well, I don't think that sir would understand, if you'll pardon me saying so. Very well, sir. I'm attired as General Flavius Melchicus. Sir has no knowledge of the General? I do apologise. Yes, I did notice the shortness of the skirt. Sir! Please control yourself!"
{I slipped a bit into Fry doing the insane shop worker in Mr Dalliard's various and sundry shops here, I fear. If sir would be so kind as to forgive my most transgressioniest transgression, sir. Sir.}
"I would not recommend this one, sir. The American Indian culture is rich and diverse, and this particular "costume" is a sad, and frankly offensive, imitation of the true dress of a large and proud group of peoples. I do not think they would take kindly to such a blatant show of inconsideration. No, I do not suppose there will be any such persons in attendance this evening, sir. I'm terribly sorry to have to let you down, as well. They, as their bizarre moniker implies, tend to reside in the Americas. No, they didn't use any beads, sir. The flip flops? I borrowed them from Noel Fiedling, sir. Mr Wooster, please leave my fringe alone. Sir? Please refrain from fingering it...oh, dear."
{Yes. That was my Seneca ass taking a potshot at white people thinking my culture is a costume, and Jeeves being worldly enough to know that it's wrong. I give up now, and agree that this site is ludicrous beyond belief, and that Jeeves wouldn't be caught dead in any of it, save perhaps a few of the suits.}
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