I think...uhm..cough...cough... we are the targets of these would be assasins. I wouldn't do it without at least 5 Mars Bars. Still embezzling from the US Gov't. No wonder we can't pay our bills.....
I think...uhm..cough...cough... we are the targets of these would be assasins. I wouldn't do it without at least 5 Mars Bars. Still embezzling from the US Gov't. No wonder we can't pay our bills.....
Shoes is the bait. They have a shoe fetish.
As long as they don't chew on mine I'm okay. Maybe they only like the green shoes?
Ah my little hairy grape! Rest easy you little future salad dressing you. I never attacks any ones wile I'm drinkings. The clarity of the subtle juices as they swirl around the bowl. The feel of the rough cut surface of the crystal against your skin exaggerates the smoothness of the mature contents like the beauty and the beast. As the glass caresses your lips.............. Well that's enough of that crap..........slurp.............slurp..........guz zle........guzzle......slurp......aaahhhhh yes...........burp...
You got me until you burp!
It happens to me from time to time.........don't know why but I've learned to live with it....just like my extreme good looks and charm......i just have it!
Gooseberry wine? We have to get back at you somehow...
Foul! Foul, I say! Living with "staff" with the knights of the square table...You are Tom Cruise!
Try to have a little decorum please wayward little grape you. Gooseberry wine? I'll have you know that I may a pedigree leprechaun born from a famous long line of green blooded leprechauns that can be traced right back to Brian B�ruma mac Cenn�tig or Brian Boru to you.
I am sampling some 70yr old cognac at the moment and intend to finish off the evening with some brandy and champagne. Maybe a little Stilton with a few olives but I'm not sure yet.
Dear Mr Misshapen grape, for you edificational purposes the Royal Knights of Brian Boru, of which I am one do not sit at a square table due to the fact that leprechauns can't count! They use a squangledoctagal one instead which is more convenient due to its non countable sides therefore not highlightingoursorry their ignorance.
You live and Amsterdam and you don't know the good 'ol happy tree ? The psihadelic awesome ? Tsk tsk for shame little child
sent from my Blackberry using my fingers
Luckily you are a veritable fountain of wisdom.
And you probably shouldn't take everything I write all that literal (my "whereabouts" for one...) ;)
Cunning little dutchy eh?
If they do, the will fix them. They are cobblers.
Only some leprechauns have a shoe thing going on and I'm not one of them, well that's to say I don't actually make them but not to say that I don't have a thing for shoes........Ooooooooohhhhh ladies in black stiletto heels Ooooooooohhhhh............ Anyway back to the topic, by the way what is the topic?.........Ooooooooohhhhh black stilettos............ Stop kt and back to the cellar with you you wayward little leprechaun.........
So now you back in the old country? No more Flodira for you? Did your six ducklings grown up to be swans? Or they've been genetically modified?
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I have to beg to differ. If you are indeed a leprechaun, you must work on shoes and your pot 'o gold 24/7. So get with the PROGRAM!
Leprechaun - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
No I'm still merican for few months yet. Got to get as much of your cash as I can squeeze out of you. I fly back on the 18th so you could say that you and all your vermin associates are safe temporarily at least. The likkle duckies has growns into big duckies now and the main problem is they hate the housekeeper but that's his problem though not mine. You should have come over with me it's only a week out of your life on the bush and TRUST ME the contents of my cellar would have made the trip worthwhile for you. You could have also experienced the crap weather we have here eh? but youbcould also have experienced a proper pasty......
I think the cowboy haz a party and forgot to turn off the smoke machine.
Oh, so now you are trying to get a contract out on me eh? So for now, I have to find some of your "cousins" (The Gnome Gang), to taste my food, start my car, and in general open all my mail for me until we get this worked out (or a winner).
May have to go with some Tacticle Nuclear Diaper loads from The Baby (he owes me) and practice the carpet bombing thingy, until I see a pair of "soiled" pointy shoes and a foil hat fly up in the air and just float down and gently rest upon the scorched earth........
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Nope iz beening a goods boy I iz! The cowboy iz more more I'm fraid. He was called out by a moderator and lost the gunfight! Only cause the mod had twenty four compadries hiding in the dark. He was ambushed and unceremoniously assassinated in his prime.......sob sob...... Just put that in for effect. However I dragged iz poor paperclip riddled body as far as I could in the vain attempt to give him a hero's burial but I only managed ten feets so I called street cleansing so he is now lying in state! I imagine a very bad state under some tin cans and beer bottles at the local dump now but he will enjoy it well as far as dead people enjoy anything if they do enjoy anything........ What was the question again........
I'm never far away?
Which State? Arkansas? A small uinnamed county in West Virginia? You could have propped him up against a hardware store right next to the Wooden Indian......
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Is that an invitation there somewhere? :) I'll leave my bush and enter your cellar for a week for sure. Looking forward to a proper pasty. Anyone else is coming?
I may just do a flyover and diaper drop...
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