I ate a pizza in this restaurant last night. Was very taken with the marketing on their menu, it being, clearly, a bulimic cherub. Certainly tickles the taste buds. Then again, this is Galway, and the people who brought you cryptosporidium. Later folks!
'K, I don't know 'bout the rest of yous in Moo-dog's comment-land, but I am SO sick of looking at this hideous picture he's left us...two weeks now, it is.
WHERE IS HE??
Can we have that mad grinning-with-human-teeth cow photo back?
Perhaps we can speculate a bit about why M-D found the cherub titillating enough to photograph it (can't help but wonder what his fellow diners thought)...
Or, no...maybe he's just hoping we'll worry, and start to talk about him...so let's not talk about him.
Look pal, I am sick of looking at your self portrait! You may think this is acceptable, but ask yourself why there are no mirrors in your dwelling? Then come back and write something stimulating, numerous and worth reading. Otherwise we may post our self portraits, and you don't want to risk that do you?
EM: River's dried up with all these sunny days, which surprised the dog mightily the last time he fell in it. Or, I suppose, *on*, where it used to be.
My guess is that our Kyah-van man has hit the sales looking for a new woolly hat and wellies, and borrowed Mum's tractor to find the best deals over the border in Newry. Means we'll just have to wait.
*sigh*. Aw poor dog. Fell on, lol! Wish we had some sunny days here. The lough's minging - full of midges and I keep getting nearly killed down the boat road by people come up from Dublin to jetski and other such pointless activities. I mean, seriously, if you lived in Dub, would you go to Cyaaaavan on holiday? Think not.
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My God that's the ugliest cherub I've ever seen Boticelli will be turning in his crypt!
Yuk. A swing, and a miss.
Ew. It's a bit muscly too isn't it? A bulimic cherub on steroids. Nice.
What a remarkably unappealing illustration for a menu ... I'm nearly barfing myself.
Uh, "thanks" for sharing that, dear.
Are you recovered yet?
'K, I don't know 'bout the rest of yous in Moo-dog's comment-land, but I am SO sick of looking at this hideous picture he's left us...two weeks now, it is.
WHERE IS HE??
Can we have that mad grinning-with-human-teeth cow photo back?
Susan: me too, it's bloody ghastly. Where is he, anyway, the bloody part-timer. Shall we chat amongst ourselves??
LOL, I like the idea!
Perhaps we can speculate a bit about why M-D found the cherub titillating enough to photograph it (can't help but wonder what his fellow diners thought)...
Or, no...maybe he's just hoping we'll worry, and start to talk about him...so let's not talk about him.
So, how're the kids?
Look pal, I am sick of looking at your self portrait! You may think this is acceptable, but ask yourself why there are no mirrors in your dwelling? Then come back and write something stimulating, numerous and worth reading. Otherwise we may post our self portraits, and you don't want to risk that do you?
C'mon Mr McDanger, get over your hangover and write something!
Susan: Kids are fine, thanks. How goes it at Stony River?
Lovely and sunny today isn't it. I'm with Kath - c'mon McD, move yer arse!!
EM: River's dried up with all these sunny days, which surprised the dog mightily the last time he fell in it. Or, I suppose, *on*, where it used to be.
My guess is that our Kyah-van man has hit the sales looking for a new woolly hat and wellies, and borrowed Mum's tractor to find the best deals over the border in Newry. Means we'll just have to wait.
*sigh*
*sigh*. Aw poor dog. Fell on, lol! Wish we had some sunny days here. The lough's minging - full of midges and I keep getting nearly killed down the boat road by people come up from Dublin to jetski and other such pointless activities. I mean, seriously, if you lived in Dub, would you go to Cyaaaavan on holiday? Think not.
*sigh*
C'mon dawg, fizzle ma shizzle, we're getting bored over here!
I am missing the Moo-Dog too!
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Moo and woof.
**exits**
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