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.
I'd back you up moff's but I can't get me straight jacket off.
Back in your corner, Granpa. Gesine, you're a nurse. Can't you inject him or something?
No, JD. You should know by now :0)
Tragic. Would suck alcohol out of a dirty sock, that one. Yes, some B vitamins are urgently called for. And something to silence him.
Some of your soup?
The soup calms down?
No, clamps down, I think.
Upps, I take a beer
There you go. Everyone's a critic. You're afraid of a little nutrition, that's all.
It's not the little Nutrition, it's the little Australian they're afraid of :0)
So where do Nutritions come from then?
Come on prize, breakfast.
Don't you dare call me a prize breakfast! Them's fightin' words!
They're called "nutrias", not "nutritions", and everyone knows they come from Argentina. Boy, are YOU uninformed!
I'll have you know that I had a smashin uniform. All blue it woz, peaked cap 'n' all. Come to think of it we had a slight dispute with the Argentinians at the time. Anyway, a prize breakfast is a wonderful thing to behold so stop complaining.
I always think a man in uniform is a wonderful thing to behold, but sadly, you look more like a dog's breakfast. Straighten those seams, soldier! 'Ten HUT! Right, now I have your attention, look over there! * grabs the prize and runs like blazes into the sunset to freedom and the life of a vagabond*
Vagabond, hmmm, that accounts for the appearence then and the impression that you can steal something from me so easy. I'll have my sandwitches back that you swiped instead of the prize, when you stop running. You have your skirt tucked into the back of your knickers by the way, not very lady like :0)
So do you, but on you it looks quite ladylike. Here are the sandwiches. I dipped them in - er - liquid so they'd slide down easily. The prize screamed blue murder to have me save him from you. He thinks a man of your age in a dress may have a few problems, and you scare him. Perhaps if you learned to put your mascara on correctly you wouldn't look like a crazed raccoon.
Oh Dez, what would Arabella say if he takes her mascara??
Possibly, "Look out! - Injun on the warpath!"
LOL, Dez, I've thought hard and long about you not being able to tell the difference between a dress and a kilt, but the mascara bit was a step too far. The conversation has got so surreal I'm just going to take the prize and run :0)
Running.......and swoop I snap the prize from you. No Prizey, oxygen-tent is for me.
Prizey for you is an oxymoron, I'm afraid. He's with me!
Well, opposites attract
Hm, presumably that means I have a positively magnetic personality. ;-)