tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post2068667223393251948..comments2023-06-10T12:33:38.632+01:00Comments on PEOPLE DON'T EAT ENOUGH FUDGE: Don't Come A Knocking ...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-70554185049189982112016-09-22T08:21:02.799+01:002016-09-22T08:21:02.799+01:00Poor froggy, I'd have screamed too! I've ...Poor froggy, I'd have screamed too! I've never bonked in a bunk either and I have to say, it's not on my to do list.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-903618634328422016-09-22T00:32:45.899+01:002016-09-22T00:32:45.899+01:00I don't mean to brag, but I HAVE heard a frog ...I don't mean to brag, but I HAVE heard a frog scream. It was in biology lab, when the professor wanted to show us how the muscles moved the legs, which for some reason required sticking a needle in the frog's head. That's college for ya! Thank goodness the monkeys we dissected were already preserved and incapable of screaming.<br /><br />I've never boinked in a bunk, though. Nor bonked.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-81561424244892462002016-09-21T21:12:41.186+01:002016-09-21T21:12:41.186+01:00It definitely Bonk Joe - just like it's Maths ...It definitely Bonk Joe - just like it's Maths not Math and Herb (with a hard h) not 'erb and Yog hurt not Yo ghurt - I'll learn ya somehow :-)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-44241284451206882232016-09-21T20:46:16.324+01:002016-09-21T20:46:16.324+01:00"Bonk?" You Brits pronounce everything d..."Bonk?" You Brits pronounce everything different. We know it as "Boink!" But then that doesn't fit the rhyme as well.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-90737177730534592522016-09-21T18:57:38.407+01:002016-09-21T18:57:38.407+01:00God Holly, that is truly DISGUSTING - So much wors...God Holly, that is truly DISGUSTING - So much worse than a snail dropping on your head or a frog in the kitchen. I'd boil those shoes in bleach if I were you xxSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-56222653212169694942016-09-21T17:48:46.368+01:002016-09-21T17:48:46.368+01:00After I (rather smugly) told you my cats never bro...After I (rather smugly) told you my cats never brought anything in this happened this morning...I woke up to find my shoes were messy and the insoles were pulled out and scratch marks were inside. Cursing the cats for playing with them, I fixed them and put them on - only to look down and right where my shoes had been there was a dead baby rat. My new guess is the poor thing had tried to escape into my shoes and the scratch marks were the rat's scrabble marks. V sad and also v gross. I will be washing my shoes when I get home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17211556085042300328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-58503604008118507762016-09-21T13:39:57.695+01:002016-09-21T13:39:57.695+01:00My sister used to drink Campari and soda (another ...My sister used to drink Campari and soda (another disgusting drink) because she thought it was sophisticated - I stuck to Bacardi and Coke like most of the other underage drinkers.<br /><br />It's not really much of a consolation to be honest but at least I feel less alone, maybe we could buy each other a rat shovel for Christmas??? xxxSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-85650993624351959942016-09-21T13:23:26.401+01:002016-09-21T13:23:26.401+01:00Sounds like it was a good job I never got drunk on...Sounds like it was a good job I never got drunk on Pernod & Black in my younger days then!! I used to LOVE the stuff! I felt quite sophisticated asking for it at the bar when I was still under age. The youth of today have NO FUN as they just wouldn't get served without ID these days. *SIGH*<br /><br />If it's any consolation (which it NEVER IS when someone prefaces a sentence with those words) . . . I've never owned a rat shovel either - AND I never knew such a thing existed until I read your post! Live and learn eh?!<br /><br />xxxSarnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12174058971522723860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-50832501986121580542016-09-21T12:17:42.291+01:002016-09-21T12:17:42.291+01:00I had a cat once called Billy who lived until he w...I had a cat once called Billy who lived until he was 23 - the only thing he ever brought in was half a beef burger - that's MY kind of cat!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803854391640222787.post-79793732496545739232016-09-21T11:39:09.706+01:002016-09-21T11:39:09.706+01:00I like cats, but why do they keep bringing stuff i...I like cats, but why do they keep bringing stuff in? I'd have preferred a little terrier I think. It would be more fun to have one of them.Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08094441414025227387noreply@blogger.com