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.
Oh, great! I've had to chase that poor prize all over the planet. Now he's being kidnapped again! *sigh* Here I go - off to Cuba, armed with big stick...
While Phil is enjoying his Cubist period, Prize and I have gone to the Square Mile. (London, of course.) Ah, there's nothing like England in the summer!
See? toldja you was on the flippin' Thames. Next time, they should believe me.
lol, micromoth, england is beautiful in summer, where as scotland its NEVER sunny, always windy and rainy, especially this year, my strawberries are water logged, my friut trees have no fruit, my veggie patch has more weeds than anything else, i guess that makes me a wet WINNER,
@2957 Never mind, just think how healthy you must be - in such conditions your immune system must be constantly on the alert! And you can always grow watercress. Lol!
Caribbean, England, Cuba, Australia again England and now Germany. I hope Prize don't know what a jet lag is. I'll ask it.
Your right! there's nothing like England in the summer, if you can find the summer that is. Now come on Prize, get yer trunks on and into the sea.
'Ang on, No one told me Prize was a lass! Better make that a full length cossi my girl, and stop tipping the wink to that waiter, You've been hanging around with Happy and Dez for too long.
Good grief! Prize - you never told me! So this explains your predilection for cappucinos. Lol!
Fortunately, it doesn't matter to me what gender the prize is, nor with whom he/she/it hangs about, since he/she/it is rightfully mine.
For shame, Phil! Sending anyone to swim in the equivalent of the Arctic Ocean! In trunks! Any self-respecting prize would wear budgie smugglers.
Cappucinos ! you want to see the amount of guinness she's sinking!
Don't talk about Karen like that. I won't have it.
@2963 Gee, Phil, I thought you meant Dez. :)
Karen? she told me her real name was Rita and you originaly won her at a sleezy bar called the Copa Cabanna while arm wrestling a Russian caviar smuggler.
I've been conned! Someone has stolen the real prize and I've got a bogus one. What will the wife say?
Hmm... Wives generally don't respond well to their husbands bringing home ANYTHING called, "Rita", from a bar.
Gee, Kevin, well - just...GEE!
@ 2967 Hmm... Sounds like a tacit admission to me. Lol!
That's because moths have teeny weeny evil little ears that can hear no good.
That's it, swapped her for 3 cuban cigars and a bottle of clear stuff. She says she will be quite happy with the fisherman guy with blue eyes and bulky trousers.
Now, where is Karen ?
That WAS Karen, you silly man! She hangs around bars telling everyone her name is "Rita". It's her hobby. Can you get her back? I quite like her!
Bu' thish cleeeeeear liqwidy shtuff is nishe (hic).
OK then. Cost me a dozen doughnuts and my best Harry Potter forged signature but I've got her. All yours, don't lose her and get a different prize for this page please. My head hurts.
I'd heard the rumours, but now I've seen you in all your shameful glory. *sigh* Now I'm going to have to sober Karen up and get that makeup off her face before anyone sees her. What problem children you all are.
The real prize - one millyun dollers - is safe and well with me, because I yam the winner.
Those doughnuts - they weren't Krispy Kremes, were they? I used to be partial to those.
They were the wife's favorite lemon curd ones. I'm in hidding now. About time you were in bed now young lady! Must be late o clock out there.
True, mother, but I get to sleep in tomorrow, so I just wanted to make whoopee for one night. Only I forget what whoopee is. And are there two "p's" in it or one?
Depends on how much you've drunk. The sooner you go to bed the sooner I can steal the prize.
You'll have to get through me winders to do that. It won't be easy. I'll be expecting you.