Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Whipping cream !! ........... NOoooooooo ....... can't go there. I'll have to leave it to Moffs and Dez.
Don't give up Phil. I'm sure there are other things to attract little Prizey....when it stays by you ;-)
I wonder if the little prize can bear to be around a woman so brutal. She whips cream and beats eggs. That chocolate ice cream must be amazing if he keeps risking life and limb.
Phil, a drunk man is a shameful sight. A drunk man without his teefs is worse. But a drunk man being lectured by an INSECT??? One of us is hallucinating. Whe-e-e-e!
Macromouth, if you keep eating that ice cream by the litre, you'll lose your aerodynamic shape. Much easier to catch and stomp on. *rubs hands together evilly*
Where is everyone? This must mean I have won. (again)
Oh no!
I just have to beat eggs and whip cream.
No-o-o-o! I win. Go away! You can leave that cream here, though...
May be the men are indisposed?
They're out drinking, Gesine. They leave their womenfolk at home, and they go out drinking. Bad men, all of them! Well, they had better not stagger back here reeking of cheap alcohol. We must protect the little prize. Go hide him somewhere safe!
Gotcha Prize! Just when our Oz friend had thought you were hidden safe and she had won. Most satisfying. :-)
I heard that "hic", you sot. Hand over that prize or Gesine will hurt you.
Shan't!
With what? My pointy stick is just in the paint shop. I want to have flames on it and they have a special offer this days. They pimp my pointy stick.
Well, that was a close brush!
Do I have to do everything around here to thward the villains? C'mere, moff! THWACK! There, now you can have him, Gesine. Surely you have something sharp in the house - pins are good for moffs. Even a stiletto heel might do.
I am upset that you are pimping your pointy stick. Now you make me feel drab.
Ok, stiletto heels will do.
But we are talking and talking ... where is Prizey? I try to attract him with chocolate ice cream
He's hiding under my bed. He is afraid of the mad moth man, the drunken grandfather, and the rather rough "ladies", Arabella, Rita and Nelly. He mentioned the mad Scotswoman, but fortunately she hasn't been around to terrify him (and us) recently.
That was really naughty of you to thwack my poor little cousin Crambus! You've given him quite a headache. I told him that his resemblance to me isn't *always* an advantage. He's in hiding now from the Scottish Peril, just in case.
As for the Prize, he knows he's safe with me and has come back again. Another chocolate cone, Prizey? Yum!
The prize can be bought, but as soon as he gets the inevitable stomach ache from all that ice cream, he'll come back to his Mumsy.
Oh no he won't - I've warned him what the "remedy" will be!
Don't scare him and what will the remedy be??
In 'my' hospital we have good working smooth medis for that and I'm very quick with that (I can't stand see or hear someone vomiting) . So what is your remedy?
By the way where is Phil???
Unfortunately Phil accidentally swallowed a small dose of a certain lady's "remedy".
:-)
Sorry, I was just keeping clear of conversations about pimps and stiletto heels. The wife and my blood pressure just can't take it these days. Apart from that, a shopping spree by the little lady left me speachless (and pennyless).
By the way Dez, JD is not cheap :0). C'mon prize, let's have a little drinky.
We teetotallers do not understand the price of grog. Which little lady went on the shopping spree? You have several to choose from, it seems, and even the prize appears to have questionalble genderosity. I wouldn't give him/her/it alcohol, though. That's reportable.
Gesine, I could always be made very sick by the sight of sputum. EERRGH! And getting samples with two pairs of tweezers was my idea of horror. I still can throw up - or very nearly - if I see someone spit in the street.
Macromouth, my remedy is simple love and affection, big hugs, and hot choklit. C'mere!
Yuk! Nooooooo!