The Iwaku Tea Party!

Ohhh, something like the noveau riche, eh?

How dross.
 
*will pour Orion-poet some more tea* One lump or two?
 
Why, just the other day I was taking my afternoon repast out on the veranda when some ruffian came and molested my horses! Molested them I say! I had my gardener hang them out back with chicken wire. Meat's curing nicely, might just feed it to the wine.
 
So it was YOU who cought the Horse Rapists, I was wondering why my horses seemd to have relaxed.
 
Bring it up with the judge.

Magistrate~

*calls for bobbies*
 
I know a very good solicitor, unfortunately he's Irish. I guess it could be worse, he could be Korean.
 
Are you implying the employment of orientals to an important station?

How uncouth.
 
Why of course I am. I'm broad minded. After all, where would we bit without orientals? Without tea, that's where! We'd have to drink that horrid Arabian concoction.
 
Actually with moderate amounts of cream and sugar coffee can be quite plesant. I prefer my tea the traditionally oriental way. Nothing added, just good clean tea.
 
I am from the Ottoman Empire. I wear big red fezes, for that means I'm important.
 
"It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezs are cool."
 
... and no one has asked for Tea, Earl Grey, Hot yet...
 
I was about to try.

Then I saw your FACE.

*Sips Rasberry Tea*
 
Dorkness, because this is what they are busy doing:

 
Hey dorkness, why can't YOUR MOM be funny?