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.
Eggsactly!
A moth is not a race. It's a pest.
I agree that you can't compete in a race with a moth - I wins every time! :-)
As for being a pest, yes, some of my cousins such as the cabbage patch kid (Plutella xylostella) are a pain in the brassicas. But not me, no ma'am; I's fine and upright.
The pomgolians are so bad at American accents. Even in print.
Maybe, but you should hear what we have to say that's unprintable! ;-)
I believe I've read a lot of that in your posts.
I wouldn't believe everything you read, but you can believe that I'm winning. Yay!
I'll put it with the rest of my childhood fantasies like Santa and the Tooth Fairy.
It's a little hard to believe someone else is winning when I am here on the dais, crown on my head, prize in my hand, bunch of celebratory flowers in my arms, and the word "Winner" tattooed on my forehead.
@ 2913 Tsk, tsk! It's time you put away these childhood fantasies. Especially the bit about the Tooth Fairy - in these days of economic recession the only thing she's likely to leave you is an IOU. And, erm, look, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this, but you'd better see a medic about getting that tattoo removed. Soon.
The winner! Moi!
The loser! Vous!
Mais non!
You're out of corn? Just trawl through all your old posts. Plenty there.
No, there's no shortage of corn when the mazy lady from Oz is around.
;-)
I bring bounty and fatness of soil and so forth. That's 'cause I'm rich. That's cause I won this game. You can't go over it. You can't go under it. You can't get around it. You just have to accept the truth. You is a LOSER. *makes "L" sign on forehead with thumb and first finger and does an insulting, if slightly undignified, dance*
That dance wouldn't be the tarantella by any chance?
And by the way, I'm still winning.
:-)
So you keep saying. We real winners let the evidence speak for itself.
I've been talking to the evidence. He agrees with me.
I know they say "money talks", but generally, those found speaking with inanimate objects are not regarded as having all their sheep in their paddock.
Baa! There's no point in bleating - I'm still winning.
What makes you think that?
Why, this reply my little lamb.
Why, it's Little Bo Peep! That explains your multitude of lacy drawers.
Er, I think you need to get your spectacles checked...