Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
@2665 you're still welcome to call me Grunn ;-)
the beer and the party gave Prize a headache
I've put him to bed with a coldpack and an aspirine
Very good, he's fine again, sitting here in the sun.
Sucking on a bottle of beer could be correct. Maybe guzzling. Either way, you've set him on the path to perdition, and now I'm going to have to send him to rehab. You are not fit to raise a little prize. He needs little prize things, like Lego and lemonade.
And chocolate biscuits, like we have here in England. Welcome back Prizey!
Thank you for welcoming him. Now get out of my house.
Never went there. I fear you are suffering from delusional chocobiscuitosis. Sad; there's no known cure.
Prizey is staying well away!
In psychiatry, the term neologism is used to describe the use of words that only have meaning to the person who uses them, independent of their common meaning. This is considered normal in children, but a symptom of thought disorder (indicative of a psychotic mental illness, such as schizophrenia) in adults.
Your neologisms define your little problem. Prizey has hidden behind my substantial skirts, and is begging me to take him home. Yes, little man, I will.
My neologism is I win and the rest of you...well, you didn't.
@2672 Sorry, Dez, but the rest of us don't understand what you've written. That may, er, explain a few things...
How old is Prizey??
Old enough to know he's best off with me!
Three years old. How would he know. At that age they still eat cockroaches.
Prizey is shocked and horrified that you should think he would eat cockroaches! Ants in chocolate, yes, cockroaches - no!
Then why is he picking those large brown wings out of his teeth?
Because he smiles while riding his motorcycle!
@2672: being too protective is a disorder in itself
Prize wants a more stable person looking after him
Prize informs me those weren't large brown wings in his teeth but soft brown and cream.
@ 2681 No, no, Prize doesn't want a stable person - he's scared of horses and doesn't like the smell of all that straw bedding.
@ 2682 Those were the wafers of his ice-cream, silly!
Those were all ridiculous wafers you to respond.
Oh, a very punny joke!
I see you still have that sperch impodimont.
I didn't know your surname was Pot!
Pa? Or Ma?
Me and the prize are going a wafer a while.