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that’s wot cats do - please themselves!
isn’t that’s wot all women do when they’re frustrated - roll up into a ball and hide from the world?
Not me!!! I never do that.:twisted:
Jem Jem - there’s too many cats in the den - they’re in mega proportions at the moment and they ripped up all the magsines!!
yep on a plate!! with fried rice!!
How is your new dog? Tilly, I believe.
she’s tillying along - keepin up with the pack and is always ravenous!
We need pics soon.
Oops, newbies at the top! Must welcome them.
she won’t keep still long enough - unless I plate her of course??
I am sure you can get her to pose another day
they let her out of the granny flat each morn and she comes tearing over to us and all the others! - they are all her mates
I am saying Good Night now John Boy.x
Thanks for the laughs - WE need them x
goodnight and do look after pugbear!! - see ya tomorrow perhaps!
I will, and I will. x
SP: Mr G where is the baby? What’s happened to the baby?
Mr G: He was such a noisy baby.
SP: Mr G! What have you done with the baby?
Mr G: He went walky,walky, walky and fell out the window. [Mr G uses his hands to mime the walky action along the stage.]
SP: [repeating Mr G’s actions.] He went walky, walky, walky and you threw him out the window? Mr G you can’t throw the baby out the window? I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. [She starts chasing Mr G around the booth hitting him with her spoon.]
Mr G: Stop it! Stop it! Me no like your lessons.
[Mr G dodges and pops down. SP hits the side of the stage instead and looks around for Mr G. ]
SP: Mr G! Where have you gone? Come back here! you haven’t learnt your lesson yet.
[Mr G then pops up on the other side of the stage with his stick. Mr G and SP exchange blows. He with his stick and she with her spoon.]
Mr G: Now me teach you a lesson.
SP: Mr G that’s not the way to do it. Stop it! Stop it!
[He knocks her down onto the playboard. He then catches her with his stick and flicks her into the air and she falls back into the booth.]
Mr G: Roottoottooit! That’s the way to do it! [He dances about with his stick very pleased with himself and singing.]
spittys lost the plot ; spittys lost the plot ; spittys lost the plot!!
Spitty is telling us to grow up Gummy.
Likening us to a Punch and Judy show.
He just forgot about the dog and the sausages.