Originally Posted by Badcat:
“"oh the LAMBS!!! Why didn't you put them in sheds you evil farmer!" *whacks him with her prada leather and snakeskin bag*
"Oh the SHEEP!" Why aren't they in the fields roaming like they are meant to be!!" *whacks him with her newly bought "inset overpriced label" boots*
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“"oh the LAMBS!!! Why didn't you put them in sheds you evil farmer!" *whacks him with her prada leather and snakeskin bag*
"Oh the SHEEP!" Why aren't they in the fields roaming like they are meant to be!!" *whacks him with her newly bought "inset overpriced label" boots*
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Maybe Liz should have gone into the Lamb Woolly-Pully business instead of the cow pension/OAP chickens thing
. As for this week's borderline anorexia -vs- full blown awful Scots dialogue, I can see things getting a weeee bit competitive in this imaginary relationship. As Harry Hill might say, "There's only one way to find out! ..."





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This week's episode was really despicable. The e-mail sounded like something she'd concocted herself.

scan, to be met by an image of a gargoyle, sporting a rictus grin, looming from the computer screen! Instant relapse! I quickly scrolled down to get to the comments, only to be bemused that quite a few stated she looked good. What?!! Unbelievable, and her reckoning to have a memory like an elephant, my arse. Then there was Sunday's Dreary; surely a hoax? Like many others, I too thought she was banging on about herself having an alcohol problem, but no - the email was (snort) from her teetotal/alcoholic/fat/thin/Scotsman/maiden aunt/on/off boyfriend. Allegedly. She surpassed even her own dire standards with that load of dung so, to go back to the theme of kiddie games, how about her having the Ker Plunk on Ker Rap?