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Helen Bristol 25 May 2004 19:23 Grilled lamb
Lucy is distraught. How could you be so crool. He never did
nothing, honest. Muttered something about barbeques and jelly.
Curses. Gill, you weren't supposed to have noticed. Oh well back
to the drawing board. Good excuse for another trip to SI - not that I
need an excuse just a private jet. Anyway, the potter and his sidekick
WILL vouch for us.
Vile Jelly 27 May 2004 15:11 As I have already pointed out to Gill, I only meant a grilling in the Gestapo sense. I wouldn't try to actually cook Shaun. He's a vicious killer sheep and would make kebabs out of me with just a few precision hoof-blows. Anyway, you can't barbecue Jelly (the RT has tried), I keep slipping through the gaps between the bars when I start melting! Helen Bristol 27 May 2004 18:12 That was the whole idea - melted and evapourated. Vile Jelly 28 May 2004 09:27 But then I'd be a noxious gas ..... well, even more of a noxious gas. Helen Bristol 28 May 2004 17:35 Yep. Vile Jelly 29 May 2004 11:08 No, no. Now you're missing the point. You're supposed to refute the allegation of my obnoxity! |
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