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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Roger Kettle on October 18, 2008, 12:52:54 PM
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According to an advert in this week's "Private Eye", there is a music shop/coffee house for sale in Bute. Don't you have a close friend who lives there, Mince?
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You must be mistaken, Roger. Mince has a close friend? Living anywhere? Living?
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Blimey - that must be Musicker! I wouldn't like to see the name changed to Mincicker.
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You must be mistaken, Roger. Mince has a close friend? Living anywhere? Living?
Tarquin, you're horrible and unkind! (;D ;D ;D ;D)
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You must be mistaken, Roger. Mince has a close friend? Living anywhere? Living?
I'm adding your name to the book.
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According to an advert in this week's "Private Eye", there is a music shop/coffee house for sale in Bute. Don't you have a close friend who lives there, Mince?
Wearing my pedant's hat, shouldn't it be on Bute? Maybe it's a Scottish thing...
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I'm adding your name to the book.
Great! Do I get crayons with that, or must I buy my own?
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Are you telling me you're allowed to use crayons?
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My pedant's hat doesn't come with crayons, sorry.
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My pedant's hat doesn't come with crayons, sorry.
Your pedant's hat is rubbish, or it would tell you that I was referring to Mince's colouring book.
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According to an advert in this week's "Private Eye", there is a music shop/coffee house for sale in Bute. Don't you have a close friend who lives there, Mince?
Wearing my pedant's hat, shouldn't it be on Bute? Maybe it's a Scottish thing...
Not sure about this. Do you mean because Bute is an island? Britain's an island and I wouldn't say " I have friends on Britain". Maybe it's a size thing and you say "on" when it's a small island. Having said that, I'd quite happily say " I have friends in the Isle of Man". Interesting, Peeps.
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I'm not sure I'd be happy publicly advertising the size of my willy, if that's what you mean. I've never had any complaints, I hasten to add. I'm on Bute - please believe me...
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That reminds me of an old joke:
An old lady went to the doctor and said to him, "I keep doing all these really big farts but they are silent and don't smell. in fact I've done three since I got here but you probaly didn't even notice."
The doctor prescribed her some pills and told her to come back in a week when she had finished them.
A week later the old lady came back and complained to the doctor that her farts, though still silent, smelled terrible.
"Good," said the doctor. "Now that we've got your sinuses cleared up, let's work on your hearing."