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Post by Tig on Oct 26, 2010 10:21:14 GMT
the Grim Reaper! Just as he was sharpening his
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Post by Barbara on Oct 26, 2010 10:54:09 GMT
Secautures, to go out and trim his .......
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Post by Tig on Oct 26, 2010 11:51:04 GMT
money tree, which was overflowing with
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Post by Ladygardener on Oct 26, 2010 13:04:34 GMT
50 pound notes and gold bullion bars he
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Post by Auricula on Oct 26, 2010 13:31:15 GMT
fancied a spend up, so he hotfooted it to....
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 26, 2010 13:40:54 GMT
The Diggit and offered free drinks all round which was lucky for him cos the place was deserted as.........................
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Post by Tig on Oct 26, 2010 15:31:31 GMT
All the clientele were in the cellar! The dark, dusty
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Post by Auricula on Oct 26, 2010 15:34:58 GMT
cavern regularly inhabited by Tig and her assorted.....
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 26, 2010 16:22:48 GMT
Men Friends - they decided to go to the Bar Humbug which was run by an honest and very slim ex model Miss ............................
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Post by Jasmine on Oct 26, 2010 17:00:47 GMT
P Pocket...Polly to her friends. Polly was so pleased to see them that she
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 26, 2010 17:39:59 GMT
jumped on her broomstick and flew right out the window
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 26, 2010 17:43:41 GMT
and stole all the Christmas Presents that a New Gran had bought for her ............
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Post by Tig on Oct 26, 2010 18:44:09 GMT
puppies! Norty, norty Polly - just for that she was banished to
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 26, 2010 19:11:23 GMT
spending a whole day in Jimmy Choo's trying on ........
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 26, 2010 22:21:53 GMT
the reject shoes & boots that were soooo bad that
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Post by Tig on Oct 26, 2010 23:14:26 GMT
whoever tried to walk in them ended up with
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Post by Louisa on Oct 27, 2010 5:52:10 GMT
a crooked back, bunions and curled up toes. Still, to see them on your delicate little footsies made even the most critical of chiropodists (moi!) melt into .......
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 27, 2010 6:27:47 GMT
the Witches Stew Pot where a pesky Male gardener who had been rude once too often was steaming merrily away inside it
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Post by farmersboy on Oct 27, 2010 6:36:00 GMT
Which was a shame really,cos he was only rude to know all blondes
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Post by Louisa on Oct 27, 2010 6:51:13 GMT
" 'ere, what you sayin' about know-it-all blondes?" (moi again!) came a voice from behind him ......
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Post by Barbara on Oct 27, 2010 7:06:15 GMT
He started to shiver with the anticipation of the...............
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Post by Louisa on Oct 27, 2010 7:17:18 GMT
horrible fate which awaited him
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Post by Jasmine on Oct 27, 2010 8:12:38 GMT
and the certain pain that his fate would entail when
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Post by Louisa on Oct 27, 2010 8:17:14 GMT
he was shown the raised flagpole where his trewsers were flappiing about madly
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Post by Auricula on Oct 27, 2010 8:46:49 GMT
Luckily the poor farmer was rescued by a stunning blonde ( not a know-all ) from the far west, who led him to .....
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Post by carolann on Oct 27, 2010 8:51:14 GMT
the garden path and straight up it cause she vas reeeeely a Russian shot putter in......
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Post by Jasmine on Oct 27, 2010 8:54:05 GMT
disguise who specialised in growing Russian Giants that looked like shower heads and were really
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Post by Auricula on Oct 27, 2010 8:57:33 GMT
beautiful..as was she . At the end of the garden path they came to a ...
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Post by Jasmine on Oct 27, 2010 9:02:28 GMT
fork, should they go right or left or go back home for tea and cake? They decided to
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 27, 2010 9:04:37 GMT
take a vote and see what the
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