Strewth, whatever next? In our youth the table was never this bare. It's enough to make a horse laugh even while his belly rumbles. Heehaw.
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Sunday, 7 April 2013
Loquacious?
Who, me? Well, I could hold my hand up to being this on a good day - show me a woman who couldn't? But for now, I am being penny pinching with my words - nay, my characters, even, and limiting myself to a mere 140, including spaces. And for why? Ask Grandma. She posted this picture, and I counted to 140...
Strewth, whatever next? In our youth the table was never this bare. It's enough to make a horse laugh even while his belly rumbles. Heehaw.
Strewth, whatever next? In our youth the table was never this bare. It's enough to make a horse laugh even while his belly rumbles. Heehaw.
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Cute little donkeys or burros, and you stuck to your limit, well done.
ReplyDeleteI kind of wonder if it is just a table. I thought I could see writing on it?
ReplyDeleteGood job on the micro-fiction.
I would fail at this mission, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI ramble and chat on and on...
Brevity is not my friend when it comes to writing or speaking.
But...you did great!!
Love,
J.
Brilliant. Briefly loquacious, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI may just try this one!
ReplyDeleteSo, you are ready for Twitter.
ReplyDeleteTheir humans must have them on a diet...no fun for the elderly, but these donkeys are good sports. Cute story!
ReplyDeleteMine is up and linked to Grandma!
ReplyDeleteGreat fun....
Welcome to the little club here, Jinksy. I am still smiling from your 140. :) :) :)
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Haw haw haw, great post my friend
ReplyDeleteWell done! I've had a tough week, haven't been able to play well with others or follow rules...sigh
ReplyDeleteYou've been Twitterfied!
ReplyDeleteI do not believe that I ever run across strewth before.
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