Second prize was the Yellow Book -- the 2010 edition which doesn't have the appendix on Triungulin larvae, only blank pages for pressing specimens. I also get to wield the Poky Stick of Lamentation. Yay me!
Note our shoelessness. Skyclad feet is part of the Paleo lifestyle -- the gnarly toes are a side-effect from walking into concrete medlars left lying on the ground. No-one would be foolish enough to buy cheap shoes from the vile Throgmorton which he allegedly procured from "A load of old cobblers", only to have them fall apart on the first drop of spilled Spiced Parsnip Scrumpy, so it certainly didn't happen to us.
4 comments:
Phwoar! That's a good looking stick.
The book has set off smoke alarms in our house due to excessive narritivium in the pages. The sandals were "interesting" real leather substitutes indeed!
I'd like pictures of the name engraved on the toilet (for a project - my efforts have been unsatisfactory).
The sandals were "interesting" real leather substitutes indeed!
Like Boy Shelley's shoes, they washed away.
Banana Feet Clyde, going for misdirection as usual. And watch out for that fine kotō he brandishes!
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