when are ya'll going to your concert? when are we meeting in albania? who thinks of these games? why am i so inquisitve tonight? well, sugar? can ya'll help me out heah?
Savvy - Concerts take place middle of this month. Journey to Albania takes place as soon as we are granted our visas. These games are created by unemployed Albanian musicians.
Howesy - You'll be allright. If you look in the Dell guarantee (clause 4:5:5 - "Wee-wee in the machinery") You'll find that you are fully covered.
DH - Slow dripper? Do you mean to say that after years of alcohol consumption that you've finally managed to develop that strong bladder?
RoMo - Trust you to score 405. Wasn't that the number of lines that used to be used in television transmissions before the arrival of High Def?
"Jam kërkesë zhurmë urinoj", which is translated (probably incorrectly in the grammatical sense) from "I need to pee".
There is no such colloquial translation for "I'm dying for a pee", as the literal translation into Albanian would be "Your mother is the son of a flea ridden goat herder".
"Your mother is the son of a flea ridden goat herder". Strangely, on a similar theme, the above sentence, when spoken in Czech, roughly translates, to the hard of hearing, as: "Blow me down, I'm just about to drop a bombload, would you mind looking the other way while I go behind this tree? Ta."
everything is for sale...except me, of course...but that isn't what we were talking about was it? *i'm working and my brain is about to explode...so don't pay any attention to anything i say*
Morning RoMo, I see that you're still here...what's that green empty bottle of sauvignon doing on the floor, and more importantly, where did you find it?
Have you been plundering my secret stash of vino?
Savvy - Will you do me a favour please? Help take RoMo to the bathroom and get her cleaned up, she's in a right "two and eight".
I've just worked out where you hide the 'Buie Breezers - there aren't any left by the way - sorry I caned them last night with Slaminsky and Great She Elephant. The lite ones aren't very nice - just stick to original please in future.
Oops - sorry - I didn't drink the Toilet Duck I went for the full mainline into the eyeball if that's ok? Sav - no no no - I went out last night with two bloggy friends - www.slaminsky.blogspot.com and www.greatsheelephant.blogspot.com. Whew - how's that for cross-selling?!
lmbo..i MEANT..when were all ya'll gonna post new stuff, sugar...besides making me spit coffee on my keyboard reading your comments on my site...yeah, i answered each comment, darlin...
howesy had a medical?
soccer? i thought ya'll called that FOOTBALL *smirking*
Tom Cruise said... I believe Istvanski is refering to my well known Hollywood blockbuster "Minority Report".
Say Honey, howzabout you team up with Katie and I for a little threesome fun, huh? Whadaya say baby? The scientology hall is kinda vacant today, so we could have the large hall all to ourselves.
Where exactly are you looking out on in your profile picture? It looks industrialised, or even, institutionalised.
You better not be blogging from a women's prison, otherwise I'm gonna call off the threesome.
It's time to take our vitamins, minerals and supplements. I'm like, outa here. Wow! Shoosh!!
Savannah - just don't make direct eye contact with Le Cruise - Scientologists aren't allowed to look people in the eye because...oh bugger.. I can't remember why ...but they can't! Something to do with alien souls and other somesuch nonsense. I worked with a famous musician Scientologist earlier this year and everytime he spoke to me I kept turning around and looking behind me thinking he was talking to someone else. Freakoid!
isnt that universal text-speech? anyway..yeah...they are strange folks...when i lived in los angeles, i was invited to a party at one of their grand sites...a different sort of folk, that's for sure...but jaysus, they smoked like demons! cigarettes, i mean
Ohhhhh....I can't do abbreviations - took me years to find out what lol meant. Does that mean my brain doesn't work like normal people's do? Mind you - I would have thought from the tone of comments on here none of us are particularly normal are we? Ha ha.
Actually Ms Rockmother I do have something to say on the matter of imbibation and inhalation of any substance that smokes including guns, reefers and crackpipes. Smoking kills brain cells and blocks out contact with the higher and superior life forms that are trying to communicate from the alter-universe that we know as light. I for one am dead but am sending this special message to you by the force of Davros - Supreme Lord and Master of the Alieniverse.
8.30ish at night across the pond...did ya'll go out? do i have to wait until tomorrow? am i supposed to keep posting? until we reach 99 and a half..or will that not do?
I'm not going out - I hardly ever go out. I might do another podcast tonight...meanwhile Ister is probably getting tanked up on a party tin of Watneys Red Barrel alternating with inhaling Toilet Duck and Howesey is no doubt cruising Brentford High Street for a bit of meat-rack rough trade action.
I don't know - I may try tonight but there is only a quarter of a bottle of white wine in the entire house which isn't enough to get me through a podcast and I can't go out as Squidget, Son of Romo is already abed and I am a responsible mother and wouldn't leave him alone to go to the offy - or anywhere for that matter!
We don't need to - we can just use the drop-in centre facility here. Wow - alcohol delivery like in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? I would love that. Don't you have that where you are? That reminds me - last time I was in Memphis - my friends took me for a ride to Arkansas. Bloody hell. I went to buy beers from a liquor store which was covered in metal grilles and bars and guns on the back wall. I stood there for what seemed like an age....and then I realised no one would ever serve me. And then they asked me to leave because I wasn't from 'around here'!
lol..there is that..why doesn't ister leave out wine and cheese? anyway...nope, no home delivery hee in the bible blet...and sugar, you were in ARKANSAS...they aint right in the head...*snickering* anyway, the south has mysterious ways...that's why i live here...i fit in
I have to say - I found Arkansas extremely disquieting and couldn't wait to get out. I met some weird people in Memphis although played some great pool and drank some great booze - and went to Graceland and got removed from the building for taking photo's. Of course.
Oops - Ister's seems to have turned into a chatroom. I hope he doesn't mind. He might not remember anything after his Watney's Red Barrel/Toilet Duck-themed evening?
it is one of those places in the states that has developed a bizarre reputation...there are parts of the state that have attracted a very hip/talented populous...little pockets of diversity...we thought about it..for a second, then good sense overcame us!
i have to admit..i have avoided graceland and mephis
So nice of you two to pop in again. Sorry that I didn't happen to be here at the time, but I was trying to score some Toilet Duck from some dodgy geyser in Camden, whilst Howesy was in the east end flittering from Smithfield's to Billinsgate.
He didn't turn up for work today, which is surprising, I must say.
Go over to his blog and wish him a speedy recovery.
Ister - watch out with the Toilet Duck - you'll be on the Harpic before you know it. Howesey was trawling Brentford High Street for some rough trade meat-rack action last I heard...is he not very well? I drank three instead of my statutory two glasses (buckets) of wine last night - see comments - and I feel a little blurry today I must say. I think Sav had at least a keg of Margarita. We tried to clear up but there might be a few cheesy string wrappers down the side of the sofa - sorry!x
I fear I have been called upon to rescue my besmerched reputation somewhat. Cruising Brentford High Street for any sort of action is way out of my league RoMo lol! Ister, my medical was curtailed due the fact that, quite ironically, I was taken ill the night before. Won't bore with detail, but it was quite spectacular in a fever/vomity/throatinfectiony sorta way. First days off for 2 and a half years. Nice to see that the comments total is ticking over nicely. Perhaps I should've split this one up, or is that cheating?
I suppose I'll catch the dregs of that infection from RoMo and Howesy at Motorhead. I should've chosen to go to see Megadeth after all ;-)
Savvy - Are you still on the lash? Oh yes, I refered to our beloved national game as "soccer" (as Howesy did recently) to cater for the American readership (that means you, shoo-gah...). American football, as I've said before, is rugby for wimps. I mean c'mon, what is it with those jocks and the shoulder pads? Is it some kind of a fashion statement?
RoMo - Great...you leave a mess and you give me a death stare because I didn't get the correct type of breezers in? As Chas'n'Dave once sang "There ain't no pleasing you".
I'll just leave the hoover out for you next time, ok? x
Howesy - How are you today buddy? How many buckets did you fill up with vomit?
Not too bad today thnx, but owing to a lack of rememberingness with regard to resuming work before noon, I'll be back monday. I'm afraid I can't give an accurate bucket count, it was dark at the time. I worked out I spent about 20 hours asleep on Thursday, the dreams were fantastic! Have updated TDHB's adventures by the way. (anything to stop the nag, nag, nag!)
Jayziz...at this rate we'll be heading for 200....
...I really AM kidding. It's OK, we can all finally desert this post. Thank you for totting up the, erm, total number of comments to well over 100. I'm chuffed. And emotional.
No, really I am...
We can all go home now.
Time to get some sleep, it's getting way past anybodies bedtime.
Some of us haven't had any sleep in the past week.
Some of us are that over-tired from commenting here that we can't even get to sleep.
We have developed a state of permanent jet lag.
Just like some railway workers I know of, for example.
No, by that I mean I'm not going to give any examples and names of jet lagged railway shift workers as it would be an invasion of their privacy.
However, you may be able to spot them every once in a while...
...some of them tend to comment frequently on blogs....
...and they have a tendency to just babble...
....on and on....
to a point of nausiating tediousness...
...they never make any sense what so evah....
...and they leave large gaps inbetween sentences...
...as if they're falling asleep as they type...
What the hell are these people on?
Perhaps they drink lots of cola?
Or double expressos round at Howesy's place?
I think society is to blame.
There's nothing more to see here.
Go away.
Please.
You're wasting your life commenting away on this post.
Perhaps you should get yourself a serious hobby?
Try to get yourself outdoors for some fresh air once in a while.
Perhaps you could meet some real people at a friendly local church service?
I'm sure that will be a nice thing to do.
So, go on...what are you waiting for?
Erm...
...that's it.
No, hang on...
I'm sure there was something else that I've forgotten to mention...
I'd post a comment, but it's too far up to the leave your comment box. And leave Grandad Fred alone by the way, he's a handsome bugger really, the camera tends not to flatter when jealous, and he's had some notable success with the ladies in the past...
146 comments:
sugar, did you go to your concert? or were ya'll just teasing me? btw, i did write a review ...
and no, i didnt play the game *L*
But I DID play the game, I didn't get the hang of it to be honest, pissed all over the computer, have you got DELL's phone number?
Nice steady stream there. I'm more of a slow dripper these days.
I scored 405 - is that good? I just aimed for all the people..
when are ya'll going to your concert? when are we meeting in albania? who thinks of these games? why am i so inquisitve tonight? well, sugar? can ya'll help me out heah?
Savvy - Concerts take place middle of this month. Journey to Albania takes place as soon as we are granted our visas. These games are created by unemployed Albanian musicians.
Howesy - You'll be allright. If you look in the Dell guarantee (clause 4:5:5 - "Wee-wee in the machinery") You'll find that you are fully covered.
DH - Slow dripper? Do you mean to say that after years of alcohol consumption that you've finally managed to develop that strong bladder?
RoMo - Trust you to score 405. Wasn't that the number of lines that used to be used in television transmissions before the arrival of High Def?
I don't know about me being fully covered. My laptop definitely was tho'.
ok...howsey realy did prematurely get excited...mid month, eh?
Is 405 a good score then - I bet you got 1005!
Any day now and they'll be fitting me with a liver bypass and a nice little on/off tap.
Howesy - That bad was it? Urine line for a bollocking.
Savvy - Mid month? Are you suggesting a case of early arrival at the concert? That makes no sense whatsoever.
RoMo - I surpassed 1005 after I undid the knot. Not.
DH - What if the faucet gets jammed? Have they considered installing an overflow pipe just in case?
i'm not suggesting anything...but i could, if you'd like, sugar ....*snickering*
What are you all going on about?
Piss rm. Istvanski started it.
Wee wee. Wazz. Piss. Urine. Oh I see. Why? I wonder what Albanian is for 'I'm dying for a wee'?
"Jam kërkesë zhurmë urinoj", which is translated (probably incorrectly in the grammatical sense) from "I need to pee".
There is no such colloquial translation for "I'm dying for a pee", as the literal translation into Albanian would be "Your mother is the son of a flea ridden goat herder".
"Your mother is the son of a flea ridden goat herder".
Strangely, on a similar theme, the above sentence, when spoken in Czech, roughly translates, to the hard of hearing, as:
"Blow me down, I'm just about to drop a bombload, would you mind looking the other way while I go behind this tree? Ta."
the open university..that was funny
Hmmm...yes, and if you were to translate the following sentence -
"Blow me down, I'm just about to drop a bombload, would you mind looking the other way while I go behind this tree? Ta"
into one of the sub-branches of the Finno-Ugric dialects and process the sound through a ring modulator it would sound like:
" Ide virgus Pareczukki prade fandabbidozee rashbirrie unde atmoshom, bechibakk, jejejejejeje"
Which is actually broken Transylvanian gypsy slang for:
"I'm on the verge of releasing an enormous fart to atmosphere, please stand well back, hahahahahaha!".
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
That's better!
Is this game available on the Nintendo Wee?
everything is for sale...except me, of course...but that isn't what we were talking about was it?
*i'm working and my brain is about to explode...so don't pay any attention to anything i say*
Wee, farts, it's probably poo poo next...
When are we all going on our Albanian flydrive?
Sorry - me again - can't sleep. Got bored waiting for anyone to drop by so played wee game again and got 1250. I'm so proud.
yikes...after 1am for you...and i'm still working...dammit..and it's aafter 8pm...but then again...when i'm done..i'm done..no other project this week
so wf, right?
gawd...i need a drink
oh I would love to have a nice glass of fine red right now but alas the cupboard is bare. Night night all.
Morning RoMo, I see that you're still here...what's that green empty bottle of sauvignon doing on the floor, and more importantly, where did you find it?
Have you been plundering my secret stash of vino?
Savvy - Will you do me a favour please? Help take RoMo to the bathroom and get her cleaned up, she's in a right "two and eight".
in a right state! but, of course....but i have no idea where she found the wine...
Not a bad score romo considering girls don't pee standing up.
I've just worked out where you hide the 'Buie Breezers - there aren't any left by the way - sorry I caned them last night with Slaminsky and Great She Elephant. The lite ones aren't very nice - just stick to original please in future.
(Mild deathstare)
And who in god's name drank the last of the toilet duck?!?
are you calling me a great she elephant?
ok, i've gotta say it...that pic you're using, dh, just so doesnt ring true for me...i have this picture of you as so much more debonaire...
Oops - sorry - I didn't drink the Toilet Duck I went for the full mainline into the eyeball if that's ok? Sav - no no no - I went out last night with two bloggy friends - www.slaminsky.blogspot.com and www.greatsheelephant.blogspot.com. Whew - how's that for cross-selling?!
La la la la la la la.
lmbo...you've got maadd skillzzz, romo..i like that about you!
ok..36 comments on a post called "pooter game"
Shall we go for 40 and call it a day?
Blah to 40!
are we there yet?
Blimey, I was only kidding about the 40 comment mark thingy!
I really meant let's all go for 99 comments...
Not really.
okey dokey, well here's another one.
And if you ask me, if ever a post deserved comments galore it was this one.
damn, sugar..between you and howesy....what's a woman supposed to do?
btw..do ya'll know marc broussard? great sound, i've posted one of his songs
"...damn, sugar..between you and howesy....what's a woman supposed to do?..."
Look Savvy...luv...
Howesy and I are not professional soccer players that are about to invite you back to our hotel room.
Please remember that,
Cheers,
Howester & Ister.
x
Howesy - How was your medical today?
Did they ask you to cough?
And drop?
Did they bend you over and insert the thermometer?
lmbo..i MEANT..when were all ya'll gonna post new stuff, sugar...besides making me spit coffee on my keyboard reading your comments on my site...yeah, i answered each comment, darlin...
howesy had a medical?
soccer? i thought ya'll called that FOOTBALL *smirking*
Tom Cruise said...
I believe Istvanski is refering to my well known Hollywood blockbuster "Minority Report".
Say Honey, howzabout you team up with Katie and I for a little threesome fun, huh? Whadaya say baby? The scientology hall is kinda vacant today, so we could have the large hall all to ourselves.
Where exactly are you looking out on in your profile picture? It looks industrialised, or even, institutionalised.
You better not be blogging from a women's prison, otherwise I'm gonna call off the threesome.
It's time to take our vitamins, minerals and supplements.
I'm like, outa here.
Wow!
Shoosh!!
this was you, wasn't it?
What's lmbo?
Ooh - 50 comments!
Savannah - just don't make direct eye contact with Le Cruise - Scientologists aren't allowed to look people in the eye because...oh bugger.. I can't remember why ...but they can't! Something to do with alien souls and other somesuch nonsense. I worked with a famous musician Scientologist earlier this year and everytime he spoke to me I kept turning around and looking behind me thinking he was talking to someone else. Freakoid!
Oh no - has everyone gone away again? Helloooooo?
lmbo=laughing my butt off
isnt that universal text-speech? anyway..yeah...they are strange folks...when i lived in los angeles, i was invited to a party at one of their grand sites...a different sort of folk, that's for sure...but jaysus, they smoked like demons! cigarettes, i mean
so we really are going for the 99 mark, eh?
Ohhhhh....I can't do abbreviations - took me years to find out what lol meant. Does that mean my brain doesn't work like normal people's do? Mind you - I would have thought from the tone of comments on here none of us are particularly normal are we? Ha ha.
Scientologists aren't meant to smoke are they? I'm sure L Ron Hubbard would have something to say about that.
Actually Ms Rockmother I do have something to say on the matter of imbibation and inhalation of any substance that smokes including guns, reefers and crackpipes. Smoking kills brain cells and blocks out contact with the higher and superior life forms that are trying to communicate from the alter-universe that we know as light. I for one am dead but am sending this special message to you by the force of Davros - Supreme Lord and Master of the Alieniverse.
who knows now, but they did then..as if it were part of the scientific way...know what i mean?
8.30ish at night across the pond...did ya'll go out? do i have to wait until tomorrow? am i supposed to keep posting?
until we reach 99 and a half..or will that not do?
I'm not going out - I hardly ever go out. I might do another podcast tonight...meanwhile Ister is probably getting tanked up on a party tin of Watneys Red Barrel alternating with inhaling Toilet Duck and Howesey is no doubt cruising Brentford High Street for a bit of meat-rack rough trade action.
ister drinks? oh my..and howsey is into rough trade? oh my...who knew?
and it's barely 4pm here...i need to make a wine run...and when will your podcast be broadcast, romo, sugar?
I don't know - I may try tonight but there is only a quarter of a bottle of white wine in the entire house which isn't enough to get me through a podcast and I can't go out as Squidget, Son of Romo is already abed and I am a responsible mother and wouldn't leave him alone to go to the offy - or anywhere for that matter!
and no deliveries, eh? that is the one thing i miss here...calling the liquor store and having them deliver...you're a good mum, i know that, sugar...
damn..we should all have one big yahoo conference one day :)
We don't need to - we can just use the drop-in centre facility here. Wow - alcohol delivery like in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? I would love that. Don't you have that where you are? That reminds me - last time I was in Memphis - my friends took me for a ride to Arkansas. Bloody hell. I went to buy beers from a liquor store which was covered in metal grilles and bars and guns on the back wall. I stood there for what seemed like an age....and then I realised no one would ever serve me. And then they asked me to leave because I wasn't from 'around here'!
lol..there is that..why doesn't ister leave out wine and cheese? anyway...nope, no home delivery hee in the bible blet...and sugar, you were in ARKANSAS...they aint right in the head...*snickering* anyway, the south has mysterious ways...that's why i live here...i fit in
I have to say - I found Arkansas extremely disquieting and couldn't wait to get out. I met some weird people in Memphis although played some great pool and drank some great booze - and went to Graceland and got removed from the building for taking photo's. Of course.
Oops - Ister's seems to have turned into a chatroom. I hope he doesn't mind. He might not remember anything after his Watney's Red Barrel/Toilet Duck-themed evening?
it is one of those places in the states that has developed a bizarre reputation...there are parts of the state that have attracted a very hip/talented populous...little pockets of diversity...we thought about it..for a second, then good sense overcame us!
i have to admit..i have avoided graceland and mephis
i kinda like the idea: ister's chatroom and drop in centre ;)
yes - for the inebriated and infirm
exaclty..why hasn't dh weighted in on this?
damn...i meant exactly
the friday happy hour started early here
r-mum..did you check out marc broussard already? over at my place
So nice of you two to pop in again.
Sorry that I didn't happen to be here at the time, but I was trying to score some Toilet Duck from some dodgy geyser in Camden, whilst Howesy was in the east end flittering from Smithfield's to Billinsgate.
He didn't turn up for work today, which is surprising, I must say.
Go over to his blog and wish him a speedy recovery.
Ister - watch out with the Toilet Duck - you'll be on the Harpic before you know it. Howesey was trawling Brentford High Street for some rough trade meat-rack action last I heard...is he not very well? I drank three instead of my statutory two glasses (buckets) of wine last night - see comments - and I feel a little blurry today I must say. I think Sav had at least a keg of Margarita. We tried to clear up but there might be a few cheesy string wrappers down the side of the sofa - sorry!x
I fear I have been called upon to rescue my besmerched reputation somewhat.
Cruising Brentford High Street for any sort of action is way out of my league RoMo lol!
Ister, my medical was curtailed due the fact that, quite ironically, I was taken ill the night before. Won't bore with detail, but it was quite spectacular in a fever/vomity/throatinfectiony sorta way. First days off for 2 and a half years.
Nice to see that the comments total is ticking over nicely.
Perhaps I should've split this one up, or is that cheating?
Howeser - I had that vomitting nose ear throat bug a couple of weeks ago - not nice. Hope you feel better.
poor howsey *hugs* feeling any better now, sugar?
it was FRIDAY...and happy hour had a 2 for 1 thing going...what was i supposed to do? and then...we were having such a nice little party here...
but i'm fine now...i think...gawd, it's early...
I suppose I'll catch the dregs of that infection from RoMo and Howesy at Motorhead. I should've chosen to go to see Megadeth after all ;-)
Savvy - Are you still on the lash? Oh yes, I refered to our beloved national game as "soccer" (as Howesy did recently) to cater for the American readership (that means you, shoo-gah...). American football, as I've said before, is rugby for wimps. I mean c'mon, what is it with those jocks and the shoulder pads? Is it some kind of a fashion statement?
RoMo - Great...you leave a mess and you give me a death stare because I didn't get the correct type of breezers in? As Chas'n'Dave once sang "There ain't no pleasing you".
I'll just leave the hoover out for you next time, ok? x
Howesy - How are you today buddy?
How many buckets did you fill up with vomit?
Not too bad today thnx, but owing to a lack of rememberingness with regard to resuming work before noon, I'll be back monday.
I'm afraid I can't give an accurate bucket count, it was dark at the time. I worked out I spent about 20 hours asleep on Thursday, the dreams were fantastic!
Have updated TDHB's adventures by the way. (anything to stop the nag, nag, nag!)
This is silly. Here's another one.
another one what, dh sugar?
ok..so explain what you mean about me being "on the lash" ister
"On the lash" means "on the liquor"., or getting drunk, basically.
DH was refering to 'another comment' I presume.
Any more for any more?
oooooooooooooooooh..thank you...so, you are going for 99 here, eh?
Yeah Savvy, why not eh?
Allow...
me...
to...
help...
you...
out.
Me
too.
well
sugar
it
should
be me...
thank you very much
Bravi ragazzi!
Complimenti!
You old centurian you!
I simply MUST have the last word.x
Go on then...
There. I've said it now.
no..it's me..i have the last word...for today anyway
I deleted that because of the time zone. I expect you were all wondering.
but what did you say, sugar????
The drop in centre is open for tea and light snacks.
Rum baba anyone? Brandy snap? Mind the dentures on the brandy snaps dears.
110th comment ....
Jayziz...at this rate we'll be heading for 200....
...I really AM kidding. It's OK, we can all finally desert this post.
Thank you for totting up the, erm, total number of comments to well over 100.
I'm chuffed.
And emotional.
No, really I am...
We can all go home now.
Time to get some sleep, it's getting way past anybodies bedtime.
Some of us haven't had any sleep in the past week.
Some of us are that over-tired from commenting here that we can't even get to sleep.
We have developed a state of permanent jet lag.
Just like some railway workers I know of, for example.
No, by that I mean I'm not going to give any examples and names of jet lagged railway shift workers as it would be an invasion of their privacy.
However, you may be able to spot them every once in a while...
...some of them tend to comment frequently on blogs....
...and they have a tendency to just babble...
....on and on....
to a point of nausiating tediousness...
...they never make any sense what so evah....
...and they leave large gaps inbetween sentences...
...as if they're falling asleep as they type...
What the hell are these people on?
Perhaps they drink lots of cola?
Or double expressos round at Howesy's place?
I think society is to blame.
There's nothing more to see here.
Go away.
Please.
You're wasting your life commenting away on this post.
Perhaps you should get yourself a serious hobby?
Try to get yourself outdoors for some fresh air once in a while.
Perhaps you could meet some real
people at a friendly local church
service?
I'm sure that will be a nice thing to do.
So, go on...what are you waiting for?
Erm...
...that's it.
No, hang on...
I'm sure there was something else that I've forgotten to mention...
...what was it now?
Damn, It's gone.
Bugger.
think
cup
a
lie
down?
Yes please RoMo. I think I've just seen that Grandad Fred again.
I think I've just been spontaneously sick! That eye and teeth combo gave me a bit of a fright.
Here you go - one cup of tea and a nice fluffy pillow that smells of lavender oil. You'll feel better soon. Move away from the computer.
I'd post a comment, but it's too far up to the leave your comment box.
And leave Grandad Fred alone by the way, he's a handsome bugger really, the camera tends not to flatter when jealous,
and he's had some notable success with the ladies in the past...
the partially sighted ones at least.
Oh well - that's all right then - we wouldn't Grandad Fred to be upset! Have another Custard Cream.
I CANT HELP MYSELF...
Looks like this post IS the meeting point prior to our departure to Albania / Montenegro.
(OK, it's not the best of comments, but at least it takes the total to 130).
Ne c'vend ime trabant?
"We've sold your Trabant?"
Only someone like Grandad Arfur would do something like that.
No smarty pants! I've LOST my Trabant - 'where is my Trabant?'. Sminky pinky fntvrotiska temem vrodsta jirji maria
Leave Maria out of this, she's done no wrong.
are we still going? i thought albania was out...dammit..have i missed yet another memo
Apparently so Savmama!
and that's it?
That's it. Shall we bury this post once and for all?
Who's going to have the very last word?
Me of course!x
Go on then, you win! x
good thing i looked..i did want to see who'd be last, sugar ;)
Did you think it would be you Savvy?
RoMo always has the last word on everything.
Do I? Have I? Really?
no, i didnt think it would be me
and just because
*bigolesweetstickygeorgiapeachkisses&hugs*
Have you been drinking again Savmama? I might have to go a pour myself a glass of fine red wine come to think of it. It is Friday after all.
happy hour and a new drink courtesy of dr maroon...and yes, rockmum..i have..been
yes
Who is Dr Maroon?
http://capetorio.blogspot.com
150 anyone?
sure why not?
*snickering*
Ohh.....ok then. How about more than 150? My hangover registers about 180 on the Richter Scale at the moment. Just about to have an Andrews.
You think you've got it bad RoMo?
Last night's sour mash consumption has burned a hole in my stomach.
ya'll are too funny! more pictures please
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