Compatability He wasn't the sharpest knife in the box but he cooked beans on toast and he washed his own socks. She wasn't the loveliest actress at Cannes but she loved haricots and she had her own pan. It was love at first sight for both, neither pushy and their menu expanded to toast with peas, mushy.
Oh, yeah, luminous green colouring! All those E-numbers! Are we still supposed to call them e-numbers?
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Now we are not in the EU, I guess they are just U-numbers!
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Awwwww β€ What a pair!
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π It takes all sorts, so they say!
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Licorice? π
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Mixtures, Dolly! π
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Isn’t that Fergie?
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Sorry Misky, you’ve lost me!
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Prince Andrewβs ex. I think I saw that photo of her doing charity work somewhere.
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Ah, the photo! I never noticed, but now I come to look at it, you are right. I was trying to find a connection between the poem and a Fergie tractor! Not woken up properly yet and completely on the wrong wavelength! π€£π€£
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Thatβs hysterical!! ππβ€οΈ
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Somehow this poem with socks and saggy dinner feels mushy. π Love it.
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π thank you!
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I thought she looked familiar – I love the mushy part
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π Thanks. It can get very mushy chez Hobbo!
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