Things at Riddled Pizza A-Go-Go-To-You-You (thanks marketing, bang up job) have been a little tense.
First of all, there was the usual schamozzle with hats. Everytime is "El Diablo" Smut time.Greenish Hugh gets the bread loaf hat (good man on the bellows though) and so, muggins gets the jester hat. Tigris is the call centre operative and thus has a different tea room and the nice locker room with an actual locker. Then the telephones arrived in a profusion of styles that was very confusing so I put them under the oven and they got a bit melty.
Luckily the red wine for redwine pizza turned up and I had a little taste. I dunno where the salted pineapples got to.
At some stage we will actually get a pizza delivered to someone I am sure of it.
Now with update: Tigris distils vodka and tomato sauce
Her feet seem to be cured
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Ah, omnium. You are omnium and I am omnium and so is the mangle and my boots here and so is the wind in the chimney.
Is there anything it can't do?
That's a nice anti-gravity bow Tigris is sporting.
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Yeah, well, that dood keeps rubbing himself suggestively and I'm pretty sure Tigris will introduce him to some of her "cooking" implements, particularly the ones that have no possible value to contribute to the daily meal, but rather appear to be modeled on late medieval bludgeoning and melee weapons...
vertical striped tights are so slimming
Where is the clam juice? I WANT CLAM JUICE.
Who is sexually harassing tigris? She should not be disturbed while making the vodka sauce.
a nice anti-gravity bow
We hint to Greenish Hugh that he might be more popular if beans and onions formed a smaller part of his diet, but he just doesn't listen.
The man's a danger around naked flames.
He's started insisting people call him "G. Hugh," but when you ask anyone where he is now you only get blessed.
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