Nah, they landed all quiet like to plot more malice.
I can’t say for certain that they cried at the end of Aliens, but…
Nah, they landed all quiet like to plot more malice.
I can’t say for certain that they cried at the end of Aliens, but…
I run a spider sanctuary…
I don’t, but, judging by the number of cobwebs here, I may well be…
Carinthia.xx
Ditto, Carinthia. This is something that confuses me - I rarely see a spider, yet the cobwebs seem to appear and grow in front of my eyes. Invisible spiders?
Spiders are sensible in the main with the female eating the male soon after copulation
Some just insist on being brought tea in bed. Luck of the draw, innit.
Gus dear
I am brought tea in bed daily
Deferred gratification. A wise choice.
Eat yer mate and you have warm blood for a morning. Boot him down to the kitchen and you get daily tea…
“I’ll eat you tomorrow. Maybe.”
Are they worse than the usual run of these things?
BFE, though.
yeah. Motivational wossit. There are books and courses abaht that an’ everyfin’…
I’m sure that you’ll all be delighted to know that the feeling-of-fly has gone from my throat.
Our cards have been purchased from The Dogs Trust, along with gift wrap and a calendar. They look to be not too sickly but, anyhoo, it’s for the dogs, innit.
Soo xx
I did cards one year with the Queen of Hair and Darkness, and tinsel, and a fuzzy white penguin ornament.
Proper sickening, they were ;- )
PS: re feeling-of-fly, the Ma has feeling-of-tablet, where one got Stuck forra bit earlier. I shall tell her of your and TFM’s Pa’s woes just now.
Also - tell the Gusly Ma about the time I had a haddock bone (corset gauge) stuck transversely across me gullet. Just like the Queen Ma did! She had to go to hospital - the wuss.
Your cards sound quite grooh. I usually buy mine from Samaritans, but so many of the recipients for this year may feel I was being insensitive or pushy…Gordon Bennett.
Soo xx
She was a very beautiful cat, you know. One vet called her a supermodel. So there. Harumph. Plus she got stuck in to the penguin.
Urrrk! to the haddock bone. Pore wee Bee.
Gxx
Justly said. Soz, Gus.
The haddock bone happened many moons ago, but Mr Bee would still declare me to be a Trooper azz I did not panic. The Fly was a bit horrible, mind, and I was having visions ovvit laying eggs in me froat. Just as well Carinthia rocked up with the gin, eh?
Soo xx
I am musing tastelessly on possible card designs. Sorry. The tree angel dangling limply is just the start of it.
Stoppit. No, really
Soo xx