…from the listings:
Friday: Will puts his foot down…
Sunday: Ian puts his foot down…
…well, there’s a lot of it about!
…OMG it’s TheLittleOirishChef waxing effluential about TheBebee…
(…I give they winders about another 5 minutes!)
…now PoopSquit & DopeyDave!
(…make that 2 minutes and 30 seconds)
…and Ambridge’s Bard sez
"…why don’t that SnellWomun just take her rule-book and shove it up 'ur over-sized arse?"
puts his foot down
Or, as my father would often say “I’ll put my foot down with a firm hand”.
He could be rather odd could my father.
his own eyebrows?
Adam, all over?
Lexi’s nethers for an unimpeded view?
You weren’t meant to, dere ;- )
Oh dear. Pass the mind-bleach.
Who wants a spotless mind? Must be very dull in one of them. But I do apologise for and regret any actual vomiting occasioned by my depraved and depilatory musings
We is triplets.
Just pause a while for the
full horror of that thort to strike you.
------> Gin is thataway.
mother used to say that!
wot, the Gin thing. < respectful sigh > you kno, dere, I can’t say as I’m surprised…
But being, for a given value thereof, sensible for a minute, she was also a putter down of the foot with a firm hand? There was a lot of it about. I am surprised we have not all turned out Completely Flat, to be honest.
On which point, I rather enjoyed Ian Stewart’s sequel,
Flatterland, in which A was revealed to be short for Albert and the line heroine—a campaigner for dimensional equality—was Victoria.