"Okay Festus, what the fuck is going on?"
"What makes you think there is anything going on?" Festus lumbered towards the doorway. "I have to go check on the dinner preparations, you're welcome to join me."
Fuck. Relatives. Couldn't pick your own, often hated the ones you ended up with. I could kill him, but that would make it harder to get answers.
Great.
"TONIGHT WE DINE ON SWE--"
"Those had better not be Swedish squirrels in that pot."
"TONIGHT WE DINE ON SWEESS SQUIRRELS!"
Saturday
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Oh dear! Poor squirrels!
I have so got to start drinking heavily.
Makes a change from Swiss cheese I suppose...
Hmm Ist, I guess what you're really saying is that some protein sources are tastier than others.
:D
Careful Ist. She takes everything the wrong way.
I bet she does...
;-)
Hush Dick, I've got a live one here...
and honey, I take it every way. ;-)
Ist ... I see you got it right. :)
And I mean everything.
Is there any other way?
I see you have linked to me. Thus, according to the unwritten rules of blogging etiquette I am now obliged to reciprocate. Don't get too excited.
Ah but Dick, we both know I am special. :-)
Dick, I though you were wise enough to know- the unwritten rule HAVE been written (somewhere) which only means it is permissable to ignore them. To link or not to link, it's TOTALLY up to you.
And here I was going to give you shit E@L for not showing me the linkey love...
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