Ah, yon flirtatious puppy projecting again.....my barbs are aimed higher than the heart, but, naturally, fly so far above the head of the little canine that perspective is impossible......
This from a lagomorph with snout buried in the dirt, searching for root plants to nibble . . . your foolishness would be beneath my notice, were i not enjoined by this thread to take notice of your folly . . .
My nose, as a Bunny, is well above yours, I standing 5' 6' in bare paws, and my root vegetables are bought at the greengrocer's, so my nose has no cause to be buried in anything, unlike a canine's, whose chief delight is to bury it in the nether regions of any who comes along; thus for a canine to be cavilling at ill and wrong imagined burying of another's nose, when its own is, in sooth, far more grossly involved, is a thing to make a cat laugh.
Hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The Little Dog laughed to see such a sight
And the Plate ran away with the spoon . . .
Hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The Little Dog laughed to see such a sight (its actually.... to see such fun)
And the Plate(dish) ran away with the spoon . . .
get it RIGHT wombat
TRY....... no one cares what you think anyway
Oh! I've left this place cleaned up and organised and look at this mess when I come back!
Deb and Set, you silly brats, can't you behave?
Dad, you dumb thing, have you done your homework?
Try - stop your nagging attempts!
Ah, obsession with orderliness is the mark of a small mind! Open yours up, Francis....to the light and the fresh breezes.
Seems you'll never reach the the light and the fresh breezes of my mind. Thinking outside the box is not your hobby...
See, why are you agreeing with me?
"TRY....... no one cares what you think anyway"
Who are you - Joe King?
There might be somebody from back O'Burke, near the Black Stump who cares. Any more of this talk, and I'll tell my Mom.
"
stop your nagging attempts!"
I fear your admonishment of me is well justified. Deb's has never ever, said I was perfect, despite sizeable inducements.
Perhaps, some kind sole could translate Matilda's ramblings, "your foolishness would be beneath my notice, were i not enjoined by this thread to take notice of your folly . . ."
Whilst I do not agree that everyone, who cannot distinguish a dish from a plate is a complete and utter mormon. I do fear reality and he may never meet. After all, when is a door not a door?
An Australian chick wrote, "Open yours up, Francis....to the light and the fresh breezes"
What is this - Poetry week?
Tryagain wrote:... some kind sole could translate ...
You mean, like in filet de sole?
I use filet de sole inside my shoes. Francis eats them. This explains much.
That's why your feet smell fish like hell...
dyslexia wrote:I use filet de sole inside my shoes. Francis eats them. This explains much.
Game, set and match! Adieu Francis.
Try - pffft!
Don't take your wishes for reality. --Francis Schonken, Wikipedia.
Francis wrote:See, why are you agreeing with me?
Agree with you?
I would not agree with you if you were the last poster on A2k.
Tryagain wrote:dyslexia wrote:I use filet de sole inside my shoes. Francis eats them. This explains much.
Game, set and match! Adieu Francis.
It explains nothing....and it is love all.
Not in the christian sense, (which seems a form of licensed hatred, often), either.
I'm never the last to leave the party...
But I can stand a while just to disagree...
