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Help In Finishing A Line.

 
 
Alex Thoth
01:20 / 01.07.02
One more step from you and you'll be sizzling like ...?

I can't finish this line with a witty little quip. What sizzles?
 
 
paw
02:02 / 01.07.02
whats it for? a book/comic/poem?
 
 
Stone Mirror
02:44 / 01.07.02
What sizzles?

Bacon in a skillet.

A redhead under a sun lamp.

Spit on a griddle.
 
 
RiffRaff
03:52 / 01.07.02
An ant under a magnifying glass?

Some more context would br helpful...
 
 
Sax
11:03 / 01.07.02
A shaved paraplegic cat on a hot tin roof. I don't fucking know.
 
 
A Haus of Minions
(prev. Jenna Elfman's Hollywood Haus)
11:42 / 01.07.02
A Scotsman in the Sahel?
 
 
DRR... DRR... DRR...
11:57 / 01.07.02
Bunnies on lava?
 
 
Rev. Orr
11:59 / 01.07.02
A desperate Scrabble player?

Barbie's Dream House kitchenette?

A deep-bottomed cast-iron skillet heated over a moderate to high flame for several minutes before a pre-marinated fillet steak is dropped into the centre of the pan with the fat not removed...
 
 
A Haus of Minions
(prev. Jenna Elfman's Hollywood Haus)
14:04 / 01.07.02
Perhaps more relevantly, "One more step from you" seems decidedly unnatural. You don't give people steps or emanate them, so how would it be a step "from you"? "One more step towards (x)" or just "One more step" would seem better.
 
 
Rev. Orr
14:22 / 01.07.02
All is revealed by the context dearest, fluffy hauskins. The song in question is an impassioned plea to Carlton television to cease and desist from hiring washedup kiddie popsters as presenters. H and Faye were bad enough, but if the moody-looking, dull straight one gets a Saturday night show then the shit's gonna hit the griddle.
 
 
grant
17:29 / 01.07.02
... Steak-umms
... lamb on a skewer
... rain on the radiator
... souls of the damned
 
 
Sax
17:37 / 01.07.02
A miner from South Yorkshire who goes to Benidorm on his first foreign holiday in 1976, slathers himself in lard, drinks fourteen bottles of San Miguel then falls asleep in the midday sun.
 
  
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