The adventures of Fat Tony,the biggest pigeon in the world. I am a writer and kids' taxi.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
For sale
One mouldy root vegetable. Slightly used. Some sheep damage. Answers to the name of Bjørn. Dominoes fiend. Will swap for bag of chips or a pie and mushy peas.
8 comments:
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Property now, am I? I am not a number, I am a free turnip! I am pining for my fjørds.
Honestly, Gertie, what about the pigeon code of honour? I can't eat the turnip now he's eaten my chips, even if he was an 'uninvited' guest. It's the unwritten law. I suppose ghost fish would eat their friends and relations regardless.
Well well well. It turns out you're all mad living in your own bizarre mental nightmares. None of you had Bernard the turnip it seems, you were all lusting after fame and glory by inventing your own turnips.
8 comments:
Property now, am I? I am not a number, I am a free turnip! I am pining for my fjørds.
I tried that excuse once but it only got me funny looks ( probably because I'm not a turnip)
I'll have him, we have plenty of room inside the tardis. I just have to convince the doctor that we need another root vegetable around here....
Why not eat him?
I ate my Turnip. Heh.
Honestly, Gertie, what about the pigeon code of honour? I can't eat the turnip now he's eaten my chips, even if he was an 'uninvited' guest. It's the unwritten law.
I suppose ghost fish would eat their friends and relations regardless.
I love how Fat Tony was persecuted for stealing Bernard when it was actually me. *Cackles like a horse*
I guess it would be difficult to bash a ghost fish over the head with a mouldy turnip, a la Derek. But I'm willing to give it a go...
Well well well. It turns out you're all mad living in your own bizarre mental nightmares. None of you had Bernard the turnip it seems, you were all lusting after fame and glory by inventing your own turnips.
Tut tut.
i'm keeping my eye on the LOT of ya!
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