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CharTea
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:11 pm |
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Joined: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:13 pm Posts: 35 Location: Poole
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Dear Legostan's not the only one Whose misfortune has led to change Though it's hard to explain what has happened As it sounds extremely strange:
Drowned in a flood of English caffeine At Grimney's expansion party, Poor sushi1112002 has reincarnated into CharTea.
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HogstanceBilgecrack
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:18 pm |
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Joined: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:36 am Posts: 169
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I have my mother's face.
You're a bit of a looker yourself, Tanza. It's your eyes. They remind of my wife Milgrave's only she's just got the one.
Incidentally, you're right about me and human flesh. It's purely fucntional. Whilst we probably won't be sharing a meal, I can certainly point you in the direction of some meat to satisfy your appetite. You must come 'round for supper one evening. Milgrave will make radigan pie and I've got some special ale brewing. If you're not keen on the pie, I'll introduce you to our neighbours...
Leggy often spoke of you. Even on that fateful day, he was muttering something about a barbecue...and mustard. I love the stuff but it gives me terrible gut rot. Mind you, so does pretty much everything.
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HogstanceBilgecrack
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:36 pm |
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Joined: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:36 am Posts: 169
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It has now been a week since Leggy passed. Spare a thought when you're tucking into your radigan pies this afternoon. It was his favourite.
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Tanza
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:49 pm |
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Joined: Thu Jan 06, 2011 6:28 pm Posts: 481 Location: Mostly on the floor
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I've thought of him every day since he went. As I was tucking into a lovely home-made savoury snack this afternoon, I thought...he would have loved this. A nice big bowl of crushed toenails and nose gristle was one of his favourites. We'd often share a bowl by the fire on a Sunday afternoon. He'd always pour extra mucous sauce on his. I used to really moan at him for that, but I'd give anything to have him back again...scoffing my mucous so enthusiastically.
...such memories...ahh.
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