Ho ho Xeni Jardin. I suppose you think that's funny:
It is omelette without the prince of SHUT UP SMUT.
In the ideal world the three-wheeler egg wagon would have collided with a milk delivery van, and police would have taken both drivers into custardy.
The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
Turn over the goods, you tarts!
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Spoken like a hard-boiled detective.
ReplyDeleteI'm a softie for mayonnaise.
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I expect this thread to be eggsellent.
ReplyDeleteOne man gathers what another man spills.
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What is the penalty in China for poaching?
ReplyDeleteThis thread is ova.
ReplyDeleteBut zrm, the plot is just beginning to hatch.
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Is this the egg carton network?
ReplyDeleteSm*t got a shout-out.
ReplyDeleteomg, promise you'll still talk to us when you get famous, Smut.
ReplyDeleteIn my acceptance speech I will mention all the little people who made it possible.
ReplyDeleteSm*t got a shout-out.
ReplyDeleteWho the hell is this Sm*t Cl*de character? Is he related to Smut Clyde? And why does he redact parts of his name, are they dirteez? Smit Clode? Smyt Cleede?
On Saturday, I got a linky from C&L. It made my page hits go fecking nuts. It was like Riddled. I felt like Ak for a minute.
No one can feel like I do, no one. you bastards!
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