Possums. / That was darn good work you did on that floozie the other day,
Robinia. I didn't like her either. What's with that countenance...
...oooohh... wonder why I'm so cold... What does he drag them in here for? He's like a cat bringing vanquished mice into the house. Jeez.
Vinny! Read my lips: We are interested in your little fantasies only to the extent that they involve us, and to drive that point home I've written you another delicate poem. Or, rather... well, as Robinia claims that you don't have any appreciation of the fine arts I made it a limerick this time. A delicate one. Are you listening? Ahem:
There dwelled a Green Man in the coombs
Old buffer with buffer and brooms
Though humble his standing
His mind was expanding:
Would that those hills were my biddies' bazooms!
And don't go getting too handy with that lady << next door either, 'cos come to think of it we don't much like her - either.
You mean to say
jno that your son didn't even get himself
a decent banana briefcase when in Sweden? I'm almost sure it's a Swedish invention, and it's not as dumb as it may seem, actually. Saves the handbag. / Loads of sympathy re your poor mouth.
Trying to figure out how
Jude got along
before central heating... (Seriously, how did you? Does that mean you had one heater in every room?)
It's
gammeldansk for me Shaney, not so much Aquavit. I like it bitter.
Robinia did you draw that
Charlie face yourself? You did, didn't you! You're good!
yes it will