Something I was reading on the SL forums reminded me of working for A$ and having to set tables for large parties of diners. Specifically, Con and I claimed that the extremely odd Mexican table made out of leather was actually made from a large foreskin. By rubbing it, we said, it became bigger and we were able to seat more people at it.

No, it wasn't a normal place. A$ could be as complicit as we at times, but I do remember her marching from the west end of the "submarine"* to confront us once, sternly saying, "I hear peals of raucous laughter to the OTHER END OF THE BUILDING." Thus prompting additional peals of raucous laughter.

* The building is long but not wide, and so the person to whom I felt compelled to tie myself legally (with disastrous consequences) refered to it as "the submarine."

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