Oh, I also have a few biscotti left over from a long sea voyage. They should be fine, they last forever.
Setanta wrote:As we say in 'Merica, you'll get in Dutch if you keep making trouble here . . .
My deepest apologies, your Highness.
you dont stop this bickerin, im leavin
Who said I was bickering?
The onliest Spanish i know ain't fit fer pubic . . . er, public display . . . Hey, EB (uh, keep my criminal record unner yer hat, 'k?) . . . Mr. G, i do hope yer keepin' the young men of Lunnon on the hop . . . FM, bickerin' is our most important product . . . Peppermintpatio dog, i ain't no holla, an if you keep that up, i'm agonna ask ya ta step outside . . .
Looking at the accent you must either be from Canada or Alabama
Fella walks into a store in north Georgia, an says to the clerk:
I'd like a RC an a Moonpie.
Hmmph, you must be from Alabama.
Now wait a damn minnit . . . iffen i ast you fer some noodles an tamata sauce, would you think i was Eye-talian?
Dunno, it ain't never come up.
Well, suppose i ast you fer some sauerkraut and some polish sausage, would you think i was a Dutchman?
Dunno . . . it ain't never come up.
Well then, how come when i ast you fer a RC an a Moonpie, you ast me am i from Alabama ? ! ? ! ?
Well, ta start with, this is a hardware store . . .
Aw, look who's back!!!
I don't know him well enough to hug him, so maybe I'd best just wave.
<waving both arms>
It's nice to see your furry face back here, Set.
Jeez - that bloody yappy, stroppy doggy is here again!
Better watch out margo, cat lover extreme, puppy looks hungry and you look scared.
Rick d'Israeli wrote:So many people offering Setanta all kinds of stuff.
Do people ever offer me coffee?
No.
Do people ever offer me tea?
No.
Do people ever offer me a cookie?
No, no, no.
Like a cup of worming mixture, puppies?????
I have plenty of espresso, and margo has plenty of beer. Do the math, heh heh.
How dare you insult the beagles, rabbit (plague in your own country). Snoopy was a beagle. Should we euthanize Snoopy?
I was just WORMING the li'l smeggers!!!!
A beagle tried to rip my throat out once.
Mmmm. I'll take a cup of ivermectin, please. Yum.
Good boy! It'll stop all that embarrassing scooting around with your arse on the grass....
