Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
You're not fooling anyone pedaling your soup in a roundabout way.
Sheesh! I've heard of treading grapes, but pedalling soup??? No wonder the Cream of Tomato tastes a bit metallic!
When you are in an Aussie roundabout, you better be pedaling hard and to the left!
According to the genius in the video.
I hate "cream of" soups. Yuk! Who thought of ruining beautiful flavour with milk or cream?
Metallic taste? Hmmm...all my v- er - dinner guests complain about that just before...oh, never mind.
You wouldn't want to sour the potency either.
I've heard a rumour that Santa Claus won't carry a certain lady's soup because of the effect it has on the reindeer. Not to mention the elves.
I'm signing off for the vacation now, and have got the prize safely tucked away with me.
Have a great Christmas and New Year!
Whoops, looks like the prize slipped out of its spot where you tucked it. Not to worry though. I have it in safe keeping.
You have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year!
But-but...I can't have a happy Christmas unless I can pick on people. Cris is it. Just give that prize here, young man!
Merry Christmas, Kevin, and best wishes for 2011!
And don't you worry about me going anywhere with the prize. I'm keeping it right here. And no, you can't have it! "swat" Please don't touch!
*click click* The stick is loaded and cocked. Hand over the prize and back away slowly, swat-boy!
A cocked stick? A cocked stick? Seriously, you would have better luck with the pointy one! Not much better I might add.
BANG! Removes trophy from Cris' lifeless grasp. "You were warned," she says as she drags the body by the feet and hides it in the four letter word topic. Smiles at trophy, polishes it, has a nice cup of cocoa and a quick lie down. Dreams of the incredibly surprised look on Cris' face when the stick went off.
My morality was wounded, but I was not mortally wounded. I will return another day in force. Beware your punishment for this transgression!
I eat punishments for breakfast! *blows raspberry*
You should have saved the raspberries for your breakfast. :)
You should have saved them because that's all you're getting around here. I am the natural winner, you see.
With the Prize in hand, I am welcome to any place I want to eat even if they don't take American Express.
Yes, but how are you going to get the prize when you can't win?
I don't need to go get it. The prize knows to come to me.
If I wasn't sat here with a plate of roasted veggies, savouring them, I would laugh out loud and give you a kickin'. I have trained this little prize to bite everyone except me. It is my watch-prize, and if I were you, I wouldn't even attempt to pat it, let alone take it. It'll have your arm off.
But the prize and I have both agreed that we are soul mates. :)
It just wants to get you close enough to devour. Trust it not!
A wolf in prize clothing? I think not. It just needs a little breathing room.
It has a breathing room. It also has a bedroom, a lounge room and a didning room. For the sake of humanity, stay out of its dining room!