Burying the hatchet

[Mince]

I think it's about time that Peepmaster and I bury the hatchet and stop fighting.

I have been the bigger man in starting this topic. So, what about it, Pig Face? Shall we call a truce?

[The Peepmaster]

Foxtrot Oscar.  :

[Mince]

 

Ban him, Roger!

[Mince]

When I said "... what about it, Pig Face?", you could have replied with "Why are you asking Tarquin?" That you didn't makes me think that you've been called this before, and so I apologise. Do you want to talk about it?

[The Peepmaster]

I had reservations about the Foxtrot Oscar post, I must admit. Therefore I unreservedly apologise to all the women on here, except Mince.

[peter]

Were do you want to bury the hatchet.

[Roger Kettle]

I think it would be most amusing watching you two trying to be nice to each other. I'm off to fetch a comfy chair and a drink. Let the love-fest begin!

[A Woman]

..... I'm off to fetch a comfy chair and a drink. Let the love-fest begin!

Make room..... Shove over, Roger.
This should be fun to watch.
Do you think they'll kiss and make up for real after their girlie spat?

[Vulture]

..... I'm off to fetch a comfy chair and a drink. Let the love-fest begin!

Make room..... Shove over, Roger.
This should be fun to watch.
Do you think they'll kiss and make up for real after their girlie spat?

Not sure about the make-up........

[Roger Kettle]

..... I'm off to fetch a comfy chair and a drink. Let the love-fest begin!

Make room..... Shove over, Roger.
This should be fun to watch.
Do you think they'll kiss and make up for real after their girlie spat?

It's gone quiet, hasn't it, AW? A bit like those uneasy ceasefires in the First World War.

[The Peepmaster]

It's okay, I've decided to retain some dignity and keep out of it. You can't reason with a deranged halibut anyway.