When having
a lovely cup of tea, it’s only natural that one dips into the biscuit barrel and
imbibe some Tim Tams, a great Australian biscuit,which brings me such joy and
happiness, of course I have other biscuits but I never eat anything that’s
common and readily available to the masses. How the commoners chow down on
cheese and pizza shapes I have no idea. No doubt my dentures would have to act
like a chainsaw to chew such fodder, or as you are probably aware ,the fact that I have so many
gold fillings, one can hardly risk such
costly damage…if when I am invited to acquaintances humble abodes and they
serve poor quality biscuits , sometimes I can’t hide my rage at such uncivility
, surely they could go down to the local supermarket and buy some Tim Tams or
at least a packet of quaffable chocolate marshmallows. Yes I have vacated(not
my bowels) on the account of such poor hospitality in the past and wouldn’t
think twice about doing it again. I’m a man of substance and notability, a
teddy bear biscuit would never do, though if it’s chocolate dipped, I may
become a friend who acknowledges your existence…tootily poops Tartly Roud
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Tart, as I sit in Annie's, I do wonder just what you do on Sunday mornings!
ReplyDeleteDo you sip champagne while prostrate in ones bed, or do you engage in more eartly pastimes, by that I mean, get up and weed the ( organic) veggie patch?
Whatever you get up to in your lonely bed ( pity you have not got a little dog ) I trust it gives you pleasure!
Reading today's Sunday Age makes one wonder! No more on that one!
It you run into a estimable chap, of modest height, but incredible intelligence, say Hi to him! He sometimes goes by the moniker of Rotten Ronnie! Be careful he is often seen talking to a well known insider trader somewhere around Barwon Heads!!