Gus, in Natter, who truly gets it one.
There you go. The thing is called "whisky" after all, which is a foine true-Gaelic wrod, originated by the residents of the Green Land, without the interference of these Myellsian bastids.
There are ten people in the States who will decipher that last. Two are on-line. Welcome to the Buffistas.
Billytea, adding his 2 cents (AUS) to the discussion of fat babies:
My parents called me a weebl. Whenever you pushed me over I'd roll back upright, beaming the whole time.
Ok, they called me properly "You know those round-bottomed toys you can't push over?", but if I were English they'd have called me a weebl. Instead I was a wee Bill.
Sequitur? Who needs sequitur in Natter?
Vortex: I believe the answer to this question is "What's in it for me?"
ND: I am eating Coffee Cake. Yum.
COMMing this post from Ginger ...
Thanks, Tina, for Nillying Nilly's Nilly.
Because of what DavidS said,
What a great sentence. It looks nonsensical, but as is generally the case among the Buffista, it is not.
and just because it made me smile.
Daniel in Bitches: It felt good being lavendar for a minute. But then this board brings that out in a guy.
La Nutty in Natter. We don't need no steenking context:
Friends don't let friends look like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. That goes double if you're a man, and triple if you're the ruthless ruler of the known world.
Friends don't let friends look like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. That goes double if you're a man, and triple if you're the ruthless ruler of the known world.
I'm trying to guess the context and all I can come up with is Khan. KHAAAANNNN!