For some reason I am hearing a song in my head that goes “Hello, my baby! Hello, my honey! Hello, my ragtime gal!”.
Those penguins were lousy waiters. They never did bring the food.
Crap. Do you know how many colors we have in “frog”, woman? In order to complete your order, we’l dunk a toad into a bucket of paint. You won’t know the difference. It’ll even be a cute toad.
Not a horny one.
Really. Honest.
Sorry, we’re all out of stoats with sugar on top. We have some with chocolate sprinkles… will that do?
Such a question – seriously, is there anything in life that isn’t improved with chocolate sprinkles?
Mouse poop. Trust me on this.
Oh, and did somebody say stoat?
Myself, I would like a half sized rhinoceros. That would make my garden absolutely perfect, I think.
A half-sized rhinoceros? Well, the freight is going to cost you…sticking out tongue to the side, tapping away at oversized calculator…and the handling is going to be…tapping away furiously again…and the FIT (that’s food in-transit) is going to set you back another oh…taps away some more…
…What’s your budget look like for one half-sized rhino?
Please re-read previous post. It’s a *fourfooted *box, suitable for a quadruped such as a giraffe.
Thank you for your sympathy, shantih. I didn’t really know him very well, but Blackjack was the first giraffe who ever took a carrot from me.
Well, since everybody is asking, can somebody come take a cat away from me? I’d really rather have something that doesn’t bounce on the bed at night.
Maybe a Fennec Fox?
Oh, poo - missed the edit window.
Scratch the Fox - (I’m sure she’ll appreciate it)
I want an Octopus!
Oh…well…what about the neck?
from previous post, with emphasis added:
It’s Tuesday. Did you check the post office yesterday?
Is anybody else having Frog à la Peche for dinner?
I did. One of the legs was cut off and replaced with a golf club.
I’ll take one otter (sea or river, whatever’s in stock), please.
And a flock of meercats. or is it a herd?
StG
Whaaaa! Now you’re just making excuses!
sniffle. I’ll never get a giraffe. You’re like one of those moms who always says “we’ll see” when she means NO!
After much prospecting within the couch cushions, I have discovered a buck seventy four–will I get some change back from that?
I thought about it, but decided on the Peche à la Frog instead–it makes me less gassy.