06-13-2006, 12:12 PM
Oh, oh, no more butterscotch for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano. I suppose pistachio thought they were a bit common, except on the bleedin' croquet lawn. Thank you, your bleeding Highness. Oh Eton and Madgalene. The fondue-pit has an hole in. Of course it's got a hole in, it wouldn't be a fondue-pit otherwise, would it, mush! A gahp in one's fohhhhndue-pit. Pardon me, but I'm off to play the grand piano.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse

