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.
Yep, that winning position is important!
Poor old Jimbo an' his pretty frock. When did I ever pick on him? And answer carefully, while I sharp - er - polish this here decorative stick. Why, you might as well have accused me of picking on Friar Tuck! The very thought! Oh, I've got the vapours, I have!
The polish you are using is sometimes referred to as your soup. Makes your "decoration" lethal.
Can you deny you ever mock his frock?
Australians only ever insult those they like. You may not be able to wrap your mind around that one. And why defend Jimbo? Just because he's not really well doesn't mean he should be spared a right royal verbal assault if he shows his face in here. Get a grip. There is a prize to be had. By me.
Not sure if my mind will wrap entirely around a pencil. :)
I rather like your banter with Jim. I was in fact making light of that.
I believe I have a firm grip on the prize now!!
Yes, you have the firmest grip on the prize for fouteenth runner-up - just like in the beauty pageants. It's time to make a speech thanking your parents and the wonderful corporation that brought you to such dizzying heights, and walk off the stage so the real winner - moi - can get on with it. These high heels are killin' me, and the vaseline on my teefs is meltin'.
The trophy is now with me! And I'm wrapping my mind round some fajitas. Much better than kebabs on a pointy stick.
Just tell me, mothman, what spacial pimple of the universe do you inhabit? One minnit I'm done up like a dog's dinner an' waitin' to collect my trophy, then suddenly the picture changes an' you have it? Not in my reality, sir! Perhaps it's all those fajitas you've stuffed in your ear? One is supposed to wrap one's laughing gear around them, not one's mind.
Mike has posted a picture for me:
He must have been reading about my progress here! :)
I have an apt first post there :P
@1593 Gee, you laugh with your ears? Sounds fascinating if a little, er, unorthodox. As to the part of the universe I inhabit - why it's the winner's chair of course!
"All Jim wants is to be nice to you and to be in the winning position"
Well, world peace would be nice. But I won't hold my breath. ;~)
I don't mind getting "a right royal verbal assault "; I can hold my own (and no, I'm not being rude.). It's the soup that has me worried.
And it's not a frock. It's a smock. And if you want to know what's worn under it, don't worry. It's all in excellent condition.
Good to see you brought the fish back to the fire. Don't let it dangle in the soup (or anything else dangle in it either if you want to keep it)
Only a Soup Queen could give you a Royal verbal assault.
Presumably this is Royal Windsor soup?
The soup created by the royal Windsors is much more poisonous than anything I could concoct.
It's a frock.
I seriously doubt that anything could compare with the toxicity of your soup.
Paratroopers wear smocks. I wouldn't advise telling one of them he's wearing a frock. It would be akin to telling a scot in a kilt that he's wearing a skirt. (While strangling an octopus, if he's playing the pipes.)
I am proud to announce that I remain frockless as well as my friends and family.
I also retain the leed in which soup may be prepared. (in case your cauldron is reserved for Halloween)
@1602 Dear me, you must all be feeling a little chilly in this cold weather then!
Leeds I have heard of (it's a major city in the UK) but what is this mysterious "leed"? And why are the inhabitants so preoccupied with making soup? Maybe they should be sent to Australia...
We're not cold. We have our kilts and a smock as an overcoat.
Leed (also Leede) http://www.answers.com/topic/leed-1
So a leed is a cauldron! This confirms what I had long suspected about this soup...
A kettle or crockpot is my utensil of choice. But since I am the winner of munny and other comestibles, I may hire a cook.
Not sure I would settle for a second hand potion...er, I meant soup.
You smock wearers are not related to that nice Mr Jon Pertwee are you? He wore a smock for a TV series, Wurzel something.
He was a dreadful Dr Who.