Dear me… a potty mouth in the garden.
(Tisk tisk - for shame)
And weed in the water? Ah! Dandilion Tea. Good choice!
Cheers!
Shame on you for your dirty mind, now I have to go post somewhere else.
Aye! Who is messing this manly tea party up?
I say, these chaps must not have ever had the good fortune to enjoy good food with decent company, eh wot?
Have a crumpet, old boy.
sips on tea Indeed.
Ah… I should dig for few different kinds of cheeses as well.
Anything in perticular?
Smashing, I couldn’t help reading every post with a British accent. Jolly good!
A British accent does improve this thread wonderfully, my good chap, especially the more potty mouthed among us.
Too Right!
One might as well claim the Queen to be 6s and 7s than to argue that; as well, a bit of prudence is always apposite.
Any takers for mushy peas?
No thank you kind sir. I’ll be just fine.
(I worked with an Ex Britt military fellow - He loved them… (Bleh - Just sayin’))
I just need to stop by for a moment.
[COLOR=‘Black’]poisons the tea
What an un-gentleman thing to be doing.
Can I have some tea?
Any cheese from Gouda is good enough, dear. I say, we even have green cheese.
My apologies for being late, good sirs. As I was leaving the florist, I met a poor man named Danny who was struggling to carry all his packages to his automobile. I just couldn’t bare to leave without helping the poor chap.
Oh dear. Could it have been THE Danny? I most certainly hope not.
Tragically, I believe it was. The poor man definitively seems to be having problems finding a new home. Has anyone seen the crumpets?
sip
Man, you say?