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« Reply #870 on: 18:38:04, 04-06-2007 » |
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Fair enough, Anna. One can certainly have too much cabbage casserole.
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`course there`s nuffing wrong wiv cabbage casserole`, mused Henrietta. `Rather partial to a bit of Savoy myself. Shame I won`t be `aving any tonight. Isn`t it Tristram?`, she said very pointedly.
Tristram looked apologetic and tried to belch discretely.
`I say, don`t suppose you happen to have any Rennies by any chance`.
Henrietta glared at him.
`No, didn`t think` mumbled Tristram and withdraw into his shell in shame.
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"Ere" remarked Badger "What is that awful aroma?"
"It's them Chickens again" shrilled Stoat, "Gorging themselves, gorging fit to bust on cabbage casserole again! Global Warming, it's chickens what is to blame, look at them, bloated like balloons, they don't need wings they is jet propelled already"
"And what do we have for supper tonight then?" he enquired.
"Oh, I have a werry delicious treat for you, I found some millipedes and centipedes which I intend cooking wiv chillies, mushrooms, wild garlic and tomatoes and then transforming it into a lasagne layered up and topped wiv a creamy bechamel sauce topped with slivers of pecorino cheese" she replied.
"Sounds divine" breathed Badger "Where did you get the milk for the sauce from?"
"I found it" mumbled Stoat
"Where exactly did you find it" asked Badger, rising to his full height of 24"
""Er, I found it, I found it under some cows" she murmurmed sotto voce edging nervously towards the door.
"And the pecorino cheese?" he enquired "I suppose you found it at the Village Shop?"
Suddenly, Stoat had gone.
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« Reply #874 on: 20:43:29, 04-06-2007 » |
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Andi, This picture makes me hungry. I am going to try to make this dish. May be badger will like it too.  They eat everything, don't they. I like badgers, they are interesting animals to watch. |
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« Reply #876 on: 21:25:01, 04-06-2007 » |
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um... A? don't forget to put the closing ] after the width number, but before the http:// bit The whole doings should look something like... [img width=123] http://this_is_where_I_found_it.jpg [/img]
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Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish. |
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« Reply #878 on: 22:15:28, 04-06-2007 » |
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« Reply #879 on: 22:20:03, 04-06-2007 » |
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Kevin the weasel, the local taxi driver, hummed some Rachmaninov and and skipped and tripped down the path.
“Oi Kev” called Ptolemy the Polecat, adjusting his hoodie “Enjoy yer trip did you?”
And with that all the other polecats laughed and did a high paws five.
Just then Kevin noticed Stoat, sitting on the riverbank, eating cold Heinz Weight Watchers beans from a can.
“Wassup ducks? He enquired.
“I is abjected, rejected and neglected” she replied.
“Have you swallowed a Lexicon?” enquired Kevin.
“Wot’s a Lexicon?”
“Posh word for dictionary, I am very posh, I went to Rugby” replied Kev
“Well, I been to Rugby as well, I saw Wales win the Grand Slam in 2005, toss up between Shane Williams, Stephen Jones and that Gavin Henson, as to Man of the Match. And Katherine Jenkins and Charlotte Church sung “ she sniffed.
“Fancy a drink down The Tapas Bar?” Kev enquired. preening his whiskers.
“Dunno” replied Stoat mournfully “I is in dead trouble with Badge again and everyone is obsessed with the size of their brassicas”
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« Reply #880 on: 22:24:37, 04-06-2007 » |
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smarty  Blimey, I used to have some like that! Horrible nylon things  |
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« Reply #881 on: 22:31:35, 04-06-2007 » |
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“Dunno” replied Stoat mournfully “I is in dead trouble with Badge again and everyone is obsessed with the size of their brassicas”
`Oh no, you aint turned the cows over again, Stoat?` said Kevin.
`It was only a few pints. Bet they never missed `em. And that lasagne would`ve enslaved Badge for life. If he`d tasted it`. Stoat shook her head sorrowfully.
`Stoat, Badge is a bloke of honour, innee? You can`t muck about with nicked dairy products, y`know. It was you that pinched the Pecorino, weren`t it?`.
Stoat hung her head.
`You`re never gonna get Badge and be Francesca wotsit if you carry on like this. Come on, what else you got? Turn out yer pockets, gel` said Kevin sternly.
`No I got nuffing. Honest`
Kevin whistled a Wagner overture and studied his recently French Manicured claws.
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« Reply #883 on: 22:45:46, 04-06-2007 » |
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« Reply #884 on: 22:58:41, 04-06-2007 » |
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