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on the buffet table i made some noodle butties,corn beef crickets,crackers and jam,noodle doodle soup with chopsticks,chicken wings with honey glaze,6 mars bars (deep fried) some frozen fruit and yoghurt,is that ok.
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pas moi, Lady A, I have the furry animal to put to bed somewhere, (lie-in's closet perhaps)
Absinthe and croc mixed together and you have a "Catchier Snob"
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Kate - that sounds wonderful - could I be cheeky and ask for a doggy bag to take home as I have to go very soon?
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the yoghurt, if Skyr, will boser the croc up......keep some back, plith.
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Kate, what a wonderful buffet. Tuck in everyone.
A ballista is more Italian than a trebuchet...I think...DT would know.
First catch your snob, Dt
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i dont have a doggy bag will a freezer bag do?
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Kate, that would be fine. Thank you so much for the entertaining evening. I will have to say good night to you all now. I will try and pop in next week.
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Oh no. DOn't put the doggy in the freezer. That's unkind.
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Think nothing of it milady, I have plenty of spare time to experiment at the moment. Once it gets warmer I will be too busy in the garden.
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Good night, tenrec. I'll be checking on the dog later, so no freezing.
See you next week. If you win anything in the raffle, it will be in the downstairs cloakroom cupboard.
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Would you consider the post of gardener here, Daisy ?
I have Mamya's direct debit forms right here...
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Sweaty tenrec palms in a pool of Castle cold heat,
slipping feet wade afloat in miniature shoe boats,
like our beloved croc hidden in a moat,
ravaging and ripping our Butler nerves
drinking tailcock soaked, rigid curves
sipping slow, set in place simply to disturb
and distract away from the right track,
pushing and pulling in different AB directions,
with every llama and sheep located at a different intersection.
His Whisky Lordish chops locked away, cast to solitary confinement
placed behind a sporadic,Castle wall of silence.
White noise, bagpipe music to the ears of a lost Butler boy,
living in a lost world, on the search for his Mamya joy.
Angry Mad50s outbursts in quick succession,
apologetic verbs accompany the Polar tenor section,
swift and low heartfelt Nonna moans
carry the regretful tones,
surfing through Slinky air waves,
sticks to Lady A's ear drum,
crashing and colliding through every bone.
Felt the sound tingle, through every hair in my DTC nose
down across each wrinkly toe.
A sincere change of maggiebee heart,
reaching with nungate bionic arms,
searching, never to be alone.
"Grab our cold dead hands, make us feel alive, like a croccie man.
And we'll lead each other to a new start. And don't fear,
my words are genuine Mamya dear. Just show us you'll stay,
and we'll never astray, from Castle love through progression
and not through obsession."
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There's no answer to that, DT.
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very similar they are, ballista and trebuchet, a difference of scale and penetrative capability. I would be very aware of the latter, Lady A..........as to the castle walls and not re the BDSM cells under the north wing. There is one ballista down there and very effective it is for dispatching non-compliant or non-paying aficionados.
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have to go now and take the dog a walk,see you next week
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DT Your buttling temping seems to be lacking
Surely you do not want to be slacking.
Coats lying abandoned in an unruly heap,
Unearthly shrieking,
Has the croc caught a sheep?
Poetry I know must come first,
But please, DT,
I'm dying of thirst.
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there are buttling flagons of tailcocks by the main stairs by the gallllon. so roll down roll down.
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chucks kate a mangled Burberry and "bye"
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Bye, Kate. See you next week.
Daisy...is there no end to your talents ?
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DT if you continue buttling like this, I may have to increase your wages.....
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