EmmaMur01 wrote:
IMO plain scones are boring. Cheese are my favourite but I will gladly save you a fruit one.
Unfortunately nobody saw 'the fall'.
Unfortunately nobody saw 'the fall'.
I am visualising the fall and it's even funnier. In my visualisation he slides all the way down the Hill with his little legs in the air not stopping until just before Bradford Road. He then gets up with a big wet patch on his bottom and tears rolling down his ruddy cheeks. He then slips and slides his way back up the hill, picking up his dropped possessions along the way.
He's 5 yards from the car when ,whooosh, he slips again and is off back down the hill.
This happens repeatedly until 11.30am when he gives up and sits in the pub car park crying.
You then arrive, dressed as a French maid, with scones to console him.
Aroused by the smell of the scones I appear on the scene only to be aroused even more by the sight of you in the maids outfit. I offer you some cream for the scones when an electric guitar and some "wah wah" music strikes up in the background.
At this point I wake up in bed with a cure for my gout; a massive erection. Well it doesn't cure the gout but it keeps the sheets off my feet.
