* fragrant *  

You smell like a Roman Emperor.

This may not be a compliment...my folk were pillaged god-damnit!

And my folk told them to get fooked.  Swarthy cunts.



Actually, that's a lie.  Interloper. 

Lax............

*** offers olive branch ***

Well that was interesting.  Next?

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Geordies were just too thick to jump the wall...someone once told us in Berwick, good job I'm Welsh.

The culinary uses of Rosemary (not the person) and you're on.
*shines spotlight in eyes*

*** whispers ***

I have some moss.

*** looks around furtively ***

That's it I'm afraid. 

I can eat donkey's heels.  Lots of heels. 

In other news, I am without handbag.

Without handbag is the natural state of man.

Donkeys heels?  Amy Winehouse/ass jokes?

.....Actually...in other other news.  I spent time in a tiny tiny discovered space where Stan Laurel made his teenage debut today.  And Cary Grant!!!!!!!!!!!1


I love cloche hats and silk.  * strokes *

You are so metrosexual.  I would trust you to help me with shoe choices.

I have Stan Laurel Wreaths!

I don't think you chew them though.

Beware the ides of March

Et tu, Leccy?

Tis a truu fing. 

I sat in a chair Pierce Brosnan had parked his sweated arse in if that's any more masculine? 

....but I love those cloche hats...

Bravo!  (whispering) and this next match will feature the culinary use of nonedible fungi from secluded glens by the Parthenon.

Mmmmmmmmm, shrooms!

With roe, dried roe....... I can't clap though.   I have it but I can't.... 

I'm picturing Blousey Brown

Non-edible fungi, Sbevis? That' most of the fellas on here isn't it?

Yes!

TRUFAX, my Auntie keeps moaning that when she comes to England you can't get the orangey bit on scallops. Appara. in the down under bit the orangey bit is the best bit.

Again, breathalyse my keyboard. I talk when I shouldn't.

eeeeeee....   (Mama Mia)  *shrugs*

Did you bond?

How astute. I will take your word for that.

Did you leave him something?

I'm not sure how the accent thing translated across the Atlantic. But trust me, in my head (and my accent) that was proper hilarious. Don't let anyone tell you any different

Not mushroom for doubt.

Going Ghost. Have to go to Walmart. Be back soon.  Keep the faith.

Yeah, but keep it in the dark

And feed it shit?

Do Walmart sell shit?

Yes.

And...

Yes

And Yes. They just have a tiny bit less now that we have been there.

Save me, Peter,  please save me.  

I would just like to add that I love fingering rosemary and basil in the fresh produce aisle, I spend the rest of my supermarket visit sniffing my fingers.

Very accommodating shelf-stackers at your Supermarket, Cinds


Z.

Who, pray tell, is Rosemary?

Filth!!