Haha, no serious rooms have to wait very long for me to celebrate usually. I'm already hopping like a snowman tonight. Just hoping the sheep don't eat my nose like they did last year.
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well come on down, we'll make snow angels.
; )
.....and waited and waited, alas
Haha, no serious rooms have to wait very long for me to celebrate usually. I'm already hopping like a snowman tonight. Just hoping the sheep don't eat my nose like they did last year.
I thought that was 2 years ago.
Blimey I've known you too long.
Hop away then Frosty. haha!
Ooh maybe it was two years then... But what's a year out between frosty pals eh? Haha. eek, just made myself slightly sick!
I just remember something about a sheep and a carrot.
haha! Oh now I'm sick as well. hahaha!
*muzzles self
Anyway, it was a sweet potato on that occasion. They're pretty multicultural, the sheep around here, unlike the humans.
Oh here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdXwLQrRJ8
Shame he didn't have eight feet!
Yeah well we all know he's no spider...
You should post that it's grand! He's more nubile than I expected him to be. Must be used to dodging things.
Well I meant shame the thrower having 8 feet as he would have had more shoes...
And GDB 'nubile'..........?????
I could just live with agile.
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