Prepare that fish medium rare please.
I’m well done.
Aren’t we a bit conceited, JH? I am sure with good reason, no doubt.
I better be moooooving on.
James kine-ceited ? Not really, although he does milk things and churns out some nonsense…. you’d best be moo-ving on *hands you your cud*
That last one, Toodles, is a strangling offence.
BD – wotchit, you.
I do see you are tempting me into debait, sir. I utterly refuse to be reeled in by the likes of ewe two!
And I see we’re dealing here with that most dangerous of animals, a clever woman.
Now I need to play fair here, Toodles, as you may not be aware of a comedy series in Britain from the 60s or rather – you may be aware of it but not of this particular sketch, below.
Keep your eye on that “most dangerous of animals” quip and observe:
Know your plaice.
Someone is floundering methinks…or giving in to their bass instincts. Too much molly codling ? I just don’t minnow.
Oooookaaaaay now. I think some of ewe have that kinder school mentality.
Your words have cut line me to the gut — to my very sole. If you aren’t careful, I just might make minced meat out of this herd of bleating Brits!
Ooops. Methinks Toodles hath made a mistake. I feel very sheepish at the moment. Had I known it was the Battle of Britian Day I would have saved my comments to come up another day or not at all.
Both feet are stuck in my usually more polite mouth. I just may leave them be for a while. That way I may not unduly offend as I may have on this Battle of Britian Day.
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