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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.
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That wasn't my doctor - it was the shape shifter. No doubt he also told you that you were winning. Ah well, truth can be sad.
:)
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But only for losers. That's you. For winners like me, the truth is beeyootiful.
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I don't think so.... I'm still here, still fighting fit - and still winning!
:)
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The prize likes real Mexican tacos with lots of that Italian parsley for lunch.
http://screencast.com/t/FeEIVq8PhKr4
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No it doesn't. It whispered to me that it hates spicy food. Except for the things its mumsy makes.
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Oh, excuse me. That's not Italian parsley. It looks more like cilantro?
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You are trying to make me ill. It is not working. I still win. If you want to eat something that tastes like dog vomit and soap, feel free.
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And that's why the prize has come home to his mumsy. He can't abide bad taste.
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but Prize hates the rain
so it has come to sunny Groningen
:D
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Even better in sunny Sussex - only April but like real summer already today!
Hi prizey, nice to see you making yourself at home again!
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No, no, no! Mais non! Sibilant Sussex? I laugh! Little prizey has a lisp, and must live where he is not placed under such verbal stress.
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Aha! but Sydney is a long way from here. Not a hissing sound anywhere. Well, except for the taipans...
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I think that sound is a leak in your airbed. The Prize was getting bored...
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I keep my vegetables in the fridge. What an odd little moth you are. The prize is on a whale watching trip in Hervey Bay. He is never bored with his mumsy.
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Dear me, mumsy must be quite a size then! One would never have suspected it....
:-)