Posted by Bill R on July 05, 2000 at 15:41:38:
In Reply to: Re: Thought for the Day & Now for Something Com-PLETE-ly Different: posted by NightSky on July 05, 2000 at 14:43:17:
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: : : : : : Aren't you going to tell her that her mother was a hamster and her father stank of elderberries in a 'orrible French accent?
: : : : : : hehe
: : : : : : BillyGnome
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: : : : : No, but I may say "Come back and let me taunt you a second time" in a 'orrible French accent. Or if I wanted to be really rude I could say "I f**t in your general direction". But I won't, because I never watch Monty Python - and I am a genuine sweetie person who would NEVER be so rude to another lady (!)
: : : : Adele! I am so sorry to hear that! Really, Miss Marcia and I, we would get up in the middle of the night for Monty Python. Oh well, I'll just have to set the Spanish Inquisition on your trail. You didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition, didya???
: : : : Ilse
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: : : There's only one answer to that isn't there??? NO-ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!
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: : OK, right enough, Ilse...we'll fix 'er wagon, eh? Let's bring out...THE COMFY CHAIR!!! That'll take care of Adele...but for Jay...well, we'll need to find that Norwegian Blue parrot...ee's not dead...ee's pinin' for the fjords!!!Look (*whack!*) 'ee moved!
: : *me, singing here*
: : "Oh, I'm a lumberjack, an' I'm okay,
: : I sleeps all night, an' I works all day..."
: : *giggles*
: : MMMM
: Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spammity Spam, Spammity Spam........Spam 'n eggs, eh, Bruce? NS
Oh man! I LOVE spam!!! But every time I crack open a can, Betty starts reading the fat grams and content on the can. I ignore her of course!!
I remember so well eating spam a lot as a kid. My mother was divorced and supporting me alone, and we would stick cloves in the thing, coat it in brown sugar and syrup, and pretend it was a whole ham. I loved it.
Then there was the time I ate 12 dozen steamed clams all by my lonesome.....but that's another story.
Bill R
Bill R