::sorry, I'm trying not keel over laughing. Atta a girl, flo::
As battle alarmed, Horticultural hobbit, did a Fred astaire esque panicked jig on the spot. "En garden, then!" she exclaimed, thrusting the colander of doom on her head; a washboard of whimsy was strapped on as body armour. Putting her hand to a rather limp leek that flopped over in hysterics, she stood on her tip toes and bellowed "C'mere moi preshus! I can se ewe!" the brummie accent was enough to mildly amuse as....
As battle alarmed, Horticultural hobbit, did a Fred astaire esque panicked jig on the spot. "En garden, then!" she exclaimed, thrusting the colander of doom on her head; a washboard of whimsy was strapped on as body armour. Putting her hand to a rather limp leek that flopped over in hysterics, she stood on her tip toes and bellowed "C'mere moi preshus! I can se ewe!" the brummie accent was enough to mildly amuse as....
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