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.
All that alcohol is affecting your powers of concentration, Moff. Cute, but a tad dysfunctional.
I like you in that little black number you have Dez, I'm tempted to take you out for lunch next time instead of the prize. :0)
That "little black number" is a mega pack of cough mixture, Phil. Beware! This could cost you a lot three times a day (between meals).
Lunch? I remember the last lunch you took me on. Your wife never stopped yabbering the whole time. And as for your mother...!!!
Ah, yes, cough mixture. The drug addicts used to abuse it by the bucketfuls until they changed all the recipes. Now you can only get the "good" stuff on prescription. But I'm not sure what would cost him a lot. You might have to explain your superior Pomgolian wit.
Phil - should I try to explain wit to Dez? Answer carefully.
I'm not sure you are up to it, but we'll see what Phil says, and he might advise you to chance it. I won't mock you.
And for the time it takes to you to get all things sorted (I mean lunch and cough mixtures and little black dressesand...)
I win. Well!
You've won a well? Have fun with the bucket and chain!
Meanwhile I'm the winner of the Prize.
Hmm. And you were going to explain the meaning of "wit"?! You have no contact with reality.
You mean as in the Irish 'oil be goin to da match wit me mate Patrick '
'a form of intellectual humor, a wit is someone skilled in making witty remarks.'
As for reality, that depends on your own perspective, and I perceive I've just won the prize :0)
@4401: It's a wishing well :-))).
I wish, I wish..... [thinking of my wish (it's a secret of course...) throwing a coin in the well.....and... ]
I'm the winner.
But now you've told everyone, it will not happen!
You don't know my real wish, but outcome is: I'm the winner
Are you sure...?
Yes, she's sure. But she's wrong. I had the well cemented over and her coin bounced off while here eyes were closed making the wish.
Oh, grandfather, if I was just as witty as you, then I would be a happy person, because I would not only be the winner, but witty as well. What more could an old girl want?
Except a swatter...
Still here, still the winner.
I am, and thank you for at last admitting it.
No way! G'day.
Another would-be Ocker. Sorry, mate. Pomgolians to the back of the bus. All Australians are winners. It says so on our pedigrees.
I have a pedigree, chum. And it goes back a very long way.
And by the way, I don't travel by bus - I bought a Rolls Royce with the winner's prize money.
Have a nice day in the outback.
Having never been to the outback, I don't think I will. All our pedigrees go back a very long way. Yours reaches to the back of the bus. I merely wanted you to get in touch with your roots.
Rolls Royces are so yesterday.
But they're still here today. And so am I, still winning. Yippee!
Are they? *sigh* Some things just hang about like toothache, don't they? Like you.
Oooooh! Who's a grumpy Ozzy for not winning then?