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A bit of a handful, a twit to woo two hundred, Couldn't have done it without you (unless I used peg dolls which would be weird(er) and very quiet, If you build it they will come and leave crisp packets behind them when they go, One delighted esme and 200 entertained faces (hopefully), Thanking you kindly, Tinkling Twinkling Titties
Each dandelion flower head produces 200 seeds.
The square root of 200 is 14.1421356237
Ben Folds Five have a song titled – ‘One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces’
200 is the temperature of quark-gluon plasma phase transition.
200 years ago in 1991, to celebrate the bicentenary of Mozart’s death in 1791, Triumph International, Japan’s second-largest lingerie company, made a musical bra with blinking lights which played 20 seconds of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’. (Although their intentions were commendable, the company had made a common error in attributing the piece to Mozart. Although he had composed variations on the tune, the lyrics were written by London-based sisters Jane and Ann Taylor and the melody was originally a French folk tune.)
You shall receive two hundred pounds (or dollars, which may well serve you better soon) if you pass ‘GO’.
In Greek mythology, Typhon the Titan, “father of all monsters” had 200 fire-flashing eyes, two for each of his 100 heads.
And as of today Esme has 200 hundred followers.
Quality ones too, no tat.
– esme waves, thanks, and welcomes to the Cloud ‘The Bruges Vegan’ her 200th follower, then hands out paper plates to one and all fora slice of the ginormous sponge cake she has made, along with a complimentary singing, twinkling bra/thong (take ya pick) for every follower/reader/stalker/masochist/genius to date*.
Esme expressing her delight, excitement and appreciation through the medium of dance.
Really? No tat? All quality?
Pounds still trump dollars, 70 something pence today when I made a donation.
‘Twill pick up. Always does. Stupid Gordon shouldn’t have flogged the flipping gold though 😦
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Thanks for joining in the celebrations with such unadulterated joy, the party wouldn’t be the same without you!
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Cake no. Bleugh. Vomit. Glass of something. Please. But cake. No.
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What’s your poison? Hang on, I think I recall – gets the vodka out and gives her a giant Woo-woo that has several bright parasols in it and a sparkler to boot.
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I don’t actually drink vodka, just use it as mouthwash 🙂 🍸 How about: 🍹🍾 ?
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The easiest to please guest I’ve had to date. Hahahahaha. Here – hands over a bottle of Krug Clos du Mesnil 200, a china mug and a straw.
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We aim to pleeeease 🙂 Cheers!
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Congratulations on baking such a divine cake! May I have one more slice as I entertain myself by watching this A-1 dance? Oh, and congrats on the 200th!
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Thank you! I don’t ‘chase’ followers, if they arrive here its because they want to, not because I’m courting them for numbers. If they stay, all the better, and I appreciate those who visit a great deal. – nods smiling
Have more cake! – hands him another slice and turns the music up
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And you really don’t need to bother if they stay. One visit to this LaLaLand and they’ll be hooked.
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Thank you Lunatic – if we at The Cloud attract such folk as yourself, we must be doing something right!
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Gee. Thanks. Honoured… Really!
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You are!
esme laughing upon the Cloud
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What a great post!!
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Thank you Lorigreer! Good of you to say so – beams a large smile her way
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The picture is superb 😀 I had no idea I was being filmed…!!!
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You were the star of the show that night on Hariod’s patio table!
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Are we look alikes? All this while I thought that was I
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Twins. Separated at birth by the looks of it. Possibly triplets if we choose to beleive Mr Pink (always a tricky one hahahaha) That would explain our fantastic fashion taste in choosing such an outfit anywy. – nods and plonks a party hat with streamers attached to his head and a slice of cake on plate in his hands
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Triplets, Pink is the other two 🙂
Avoids Pink
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Woohoo great news for you and the Cloud! I would very much like some cake and a singing bra, thank you. Congratulatory hugs all round! 😀
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Who doesn’t want a singing bra?! – shoves the dissenters in the broom cupboard
Thank you Lucy, hugs recieved and returned *hands over cake and a bra that sings “Chariots of Fire”
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displays musical boobs with great pride
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Not the first time either I’ll wager, eh?
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Not even the first time today… 😉
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Hahahahaha.
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Hand on heart, Esme, then out the 120 or so blogs I subscribe to, this is the one that I warm to most, by far. I never quite know what will appear, ‘though your presence above and below the line marks you out as a paragon of good blog authorship, it seems to me. You’re warmly welcoming, relentlessly witty, tolerant (it helps with me, I know!), savvy, at times saucy (but never crude), ever-freshly creative, and bring a joyful lightness that I’ve yet to see matched elsewhere. So I congratulate you on establishing this landmark number of subscribers; that’s no mean feat considering you don’t manipulate your popularity, and neither do you court attraction from the obvious sources by offering contrarian takes on religion, politics, world events, or mass appeal fluff. Here’s raising a glass to you (wherever you are) from here in Somerset, saying “thankyou for all the lightness you throw into the world, Esme!” With much love and all best wishes, Hariod.
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This is so touching Hariod, genuinley. The Cloud centres on literature, light, laughter and loquacious, loony, lollygagging primarily, and your words tell me it is already as successful at conveying these qualities as esme could hope for – hands over a bra that sings ‘Down at the Old Bull and Bush’ in a cracking ‘cockerney’ accent and makes the slice of cake a big ‘un ❤ x
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Well said Hariod…except you didn’t realize this post was actually about economics and the contemporary issues associated with a boom and bust capitalist structure. It’s clear as day. 😉
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You’re getting me back for exposing to the world your illicit affair with Pink, aren’t you – I know your game young man! 😉
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Au contraire…I feel better that the world knows. lol It was exhausting having to hide it. As I don’t have your e-mail, you’ll have to get the meaning of my comment through Esme. lol
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Hmm, I see Pink’s taught you Spanish, amongst many other things . . .
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I feel like I was close to being that 200th follower and just missed out a really terrific prize…you know like the millionth shopper at a grocery store. Nevertheless congratulations. Personally I think a good portion of the world, not just 200 would do well to follow you, but that amount of happiness all at once would probably be dangerous and people would develop an unhealthy attachment to you…you’d take a break and suddenly you have 1.2 million e-mails in your inbox demanding their next installment of joy and imagination. I’d just be a face in the crowd…oh my…no…200 is a nice round number. I like it. 🙂
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You were esme’s 188th! Still a fine number sir – nods a lot
” Personally I think a good portion of the world, not just 200 would do well to follow you, but that amount of happiness all at once would probably be dangerous and people would develop an unhealthy attachment to you” – I’d become a hermit within a week! Hahahahaha.I’m honoured you think so mind you Swarn, and fear not, you’ll always stand out from the crowd, and not just for all that flashing at old ladies you do of a weekend. – gives himm a bra that sings “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” and a humongous slice of cake
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Well, congratulations, Ms. Esme upon the Cloud. Do you remember those little sparkly toys that one would push a little plunger and it would go round and round shooting out sparks? Doing that now….and blowing a little party horn – the cardboard kind with the little streamers.
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“Do you remember those little sparkly toys that one would push a little plunger and it would go round and round shooting out sparks?” – I don’t, but now I really, really covet one. Hahahahaha.
Thank you very much Mary, and with a party horn too! I’m blowing one back at you right now (no funny business – gives Hariod, Swarn and Prof Taboo a warning glance).
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They were fantastic, and would make a sort of graphite(y) smell as the sparks burnt:
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Ahh, a spinning top! Thank you H. But mine didn not have sparks as I was not born in the 1800’s.
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Yes Esme, a spinning top, although I realise Mary didn’t give much of a clue when she said “it would go round and round”. 🙄
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Actually, though I did have a spinning top, the thing I was talking about was hand held (not on floor). It had a spiral on it that went around and sparks shot out. Yes, the graphite smell was there. This was only about 6 inches tall. Darn, I don’t know what it was called, or I would look it up and send a picture. I used to get them at the 5 and 10 cent store.
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Aha! I thought it sounded a bit different. “It had a spiral on it that went around and sparks shot out.” – How great does that sound?!! Hahahahaha. It may well have been a toy specific to the US. I’ll have a hunt about online to see if I can find anything that matches the description. – nods and gets her Sherlock Holmes hat and cape on. Thanks for the xtra info Mary.
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I found it, but I can’t figure out how to put it up here.
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As the actress said to the Bishop.
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I this the thing, Mary? I remember these too, and some had a spiral pattern on them, as you say.
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Yes Hariod!! That’s it! Thank you! I found it on google and tried to copy and paste, but alas my efforts failed. Thanks for the rescue, but what are we going to do to get Esme out from behind the couch?
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I daresay a giant cake and a pint of Doombar might entice her. As you don’t know what the latter is, I’ll bring that and you can bake the cake. She’s a shy girl, but if the cake’s big enough she’ll reappear ere too long.
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esme waits to see what kind of cake we’re talking about – upon the Cloud
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Mary, that rings a bell! The ones we had here in England were more-or-less palm-sized and (I think) much less than 6″ tall – tinny little things from China.
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You making it up as you go along now H?
esme laughing a lot upon the Cloud
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Could well be, Esme, and I can remember the sound and scent of the things better than what they actually looked like. I think this is a palm-sized version of the one I pictured earlier:
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I had these, growing up!
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Did yours make a whistling sound, or make sparks, Bela?
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There’s no answer to that.
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Seriously, Esme, they did! You pump away at the wooden knob (see picture) and once enough speed is generated they whistle! Either that or sparks fly.
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OMG Hariod, I had forgotten! How fun this is – we had both! I do remember the sparks! My dad had a big engineering/architectural firm and worked both in China as well as Japan. He would bring such toys back for us from his overseas visits. Cheers to you this day! ❤
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You have outdone yourself Victoria!! I’m more than a small amount chuffed at the effort taken there, so thank you – have a large hug, some cake with ice cream (don’t tell everyone they’ll be a bloody riot) and a bra that shoots fireworks!
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Victoria smiles on a cloud adjacent to Esme’s cloud
🙂
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200 years ago in 1991… ?
Regardless, happy 200th!!!
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There’s always one eh? And that one is you John! Hahahahaha. Thank you Mr J-zee – bows
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In a multiverse SOMEONE has to be that one 🙂
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And I’m glad it’s you John. (And Hariod. And Pink. And Ark.) It’s a collection many across the many tropospheres that garners envy.
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That’s you dancing, isn’t it?
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Mr Pink says it’s him, but just between you and me .. . of course it’s me! One incarnation (no milk) anyway. Sparkly singing bras do people the world of good – straps one on Peter (more warning glances fired out*) that sings ‘Living Doll’ and shoves him towards the cake.)
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AHAHAHAHAHA! What an image!
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I am not known to say no to cake. Where is my seat?
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Congrats, Esme. Lovelovelove the video clip 😉
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Thanks Bela, there’s plety of room on the Cloud for those who love words, laughter and light – smiles – I’m glad you’re one of them.
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The tango! :)))
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Some dance alright 🙂
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Thank you very much for saying so kutukamus!
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Outstanding. One of the most satisfying posts/comment threads in a while 🙂
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‘Outstanding’ – by the Gods thank you! What a great comment to appear upon the The Cloud, in this particular post too. beams a large smile and hands over a bowl of icing (Hariod is at present face down eating all sponge) and a sparling bra that sings ‘Quando, Quando, Quando’
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Were you accusing me of having my face buried in Victoria’s Slice? At least it wasn’t a Merveilleux.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merveilleux_(cake)
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Or the Devil’s Dumplings perhaps?
esme falling about at the lowered tone upon the Cloud
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Did someone mention my name? 😛 😀
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I merely mentioned a . . . slice of cake. 😳
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Oh … I feel so special. 😉
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Btw, please don’t have a meltdown because I didn’t put spaces between my dots. 😀
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Wtf? That ellipsis neurosis of mine will be my downfall, I swear. How the hell did you know about it, Victoria? Which other of my secrets has that bloody Esme told you about?! 😡 If she says anything about Mars Bars it’s all a filthy lie!
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I have not said one word to Victoria about your ellipsis fetish Hariod, you’ve been going on about it all over the show!! MM’s for a start, and on the Cloud several times an all!
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I smell a rat . . .
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Stop shoving your nose up the dustman’s bum then.
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Esme speaks the truth, H. You fessed up on your “Who runs this site” page in the comment section. See May 24, 2016. I read all 264 comments. I was too paranoid to leave a comment, fearing there might not be a strait-jacket readily available.
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Hahahahaha. You can borrow mine Victoria, though need not fear it shall be needed for H edits all the errors out of the comments left on his blog, so I say go wild, spell everything wrong and make as many gaffs as you fancy – the hard work of correction (misses) keeps him off the streets.
As for you H, I DO speak the truth! No fork in my tongue sir! Pffft.
esme the incredible truth-sayer almost all the time upon the Cloud
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Esme, I have discovered a hole in his armor. Mwhahahhaha
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Are you sure that’s armour and is it a clean one?
esme looking wide of eye upon the Cloud
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Esme, I’m not going to touch that one. 😀
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laughing a lot – best not, even if it looks like it has been scrubbed with bleach.
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Seems like I’ve been rumbled. 😳 And for pity’s sake Victoria, there are deep and dark secrets of mine hidden in that thread – wink – shared between myself and a learned, though self-confessed strict one – wink – and which may prove mortally wounding for me should such content be divulged ‘willy nilly’ – wink.
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I think you should return Professor Taboo’s wink H. He’s just blinking a lot without it.
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H, I am aware that people “hide” deep and dark secrets in threads. If I want to get to know someone better, I read their comments. *wink wink
Mums the word.
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esme dashes back through the Cloud with a large pot of liquid paper in hand
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Btw, I left out the apostrophe in Giant Bouncing Mammaries, on purpose. You can’t edit comments here. Mwhahahaha
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I think you’ll find I might be able to though Victoria. grins and pegs it
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Finds esme hiding behind the sofa upon the Cloud and whispers: I was addressing H, and I thought we were going to have fun with driving H mad!
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I know, but sadly, no-one is safe upon the Cloud. I wish I could do something about it, but my hands are tied – holds up a bag of cream buns with perfectly free hands
esme being relatively unsuccessful at looking innocent upon the Cloud
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“no-one is safe upon the Cloud.” – Now I understand why you and H are so tight. Two peas in a pod, eh? Lol
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I’m the brains of the outfit.
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I suspect this isn’t just a matter of gray and white. 😉
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You’re right, I do the knitting and eat the toast as well.
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“in Giant Bouncing Mammaries” – Hahahaha – I can’t breathe
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Don’t bloody die on me!
esme the sneaky strikes again upon the Cloud
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As for you, young Esme, then I retract the allegation, and must therefore accept you are indeed a reincarnation of Rita Hayworth, also that you had no involvement in that sordid Mars Bar affair (nuff said), save for being an innocent and keen-to-learn onlooker. Take a bow.
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“save for being an innocent and keen-to-learn onlooker.” – Keen to learn onlooker?!!! Hahahahaha. Pffft. Outrageous, for many reasons, none involving confectionary of any kind I might add.
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I think it only fair that Victoria’s allowed to display her “giant bouncing mammaries” Esme, with or without a prominent apostrophe appearing between them. Blimey, it’s getting so cramped here I almost feel like that apostrophe myself – pardon the intrusion, Victoria!
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points at the naughty step
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Wel, well, well. Look who just came out from under his yurt.
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Yurt.
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Awww hugs H and gives him a sticky bun the size of a bicycle wheel
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Why the sad face? I was jesting. When I have something to say/write, I’ll say it. Grammar Nazis beware: a dyslexic is among you.
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Hariod’s just fine I’m sure and really just wanted a giant sticky bun Victoria, the lengths some people will go to for cake!
esme not born yesterday upon the Cloud
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Ha! — Sweet.
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The sad face was because Esme put me on the bloody naughty step – yet again!. It’s a regular occurrence here, Victoria, as you’ll discover ere too long. I’m not a grammar Nazi btw, but do have a neurosis about the over and inappropriate use of ellipses which currently plague the blogosphere. I’m fighting a losing battle, I know, and it’s much like trying to avoid being put on the naughty step here. She’s very strict is our Esme, and I’ve got the weal marks and bum callouses to prove it.
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” I’m not a grammar Nazi btw, but ” – HAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Pulls out the world’s smallest violin.
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You’re good people, H (Southern slang) even though you’re a bit sticky at times from cream buns. ❤ 😀
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How dare you accuse me of being a grammar Nazi, Esme! The outright and outrageous indignity of it! 😡
By the way, did you notice how our American friend just spelled ‘grey’? Really! Look at what the yanks have done to the word this past 200 years; it’s truly quite appalling:
https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=gray%2Cgrey&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=5&smoothing=3&direct_url=t1%3B%2Cgray%3B%2Cc0%3B.t1%3B%2Cgrey%3B%2Cc0
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Speaking of
colourcolor, time for a happy. Trigger warning: I didn’t put spaces between the dots. *Leaves H a brown paper bag in case of hyperventilation.LikeLiked by 1 person
And another thing: she’s accused me of being a bourgeois hippy and living under a yurt! I mean really! – as if my bespoke (and very gaily painted, I’ll have you know) shipping container could ever be compared to a ruddy tent!
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You called it a yurt on your blog. Blame it on da woman. So what’s
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Aw now shucks hun, ya got me grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ sweet potato! ❤
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LMAO
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Well, I’ll ahm just swaney! You gotcha a YouToob channel! Reckon I’m fixin’ to watch that boodiful video agin, Victoria, that thars fine as frog’s hair split four ways! Problem is, hun, this here innernet’s dang near slower than molasses runnin’ uphill in the win’er tahm. Still ‘n all, ahm gonna be busier than a one-legged man at a butt kickin’ contest checkin y’all out! Bedder high-tail it now ‘fore Esme gets madder ‘n a wet hen in a tote sack. Gimme some sugar, hun. ❤
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points at the naughty step yet again as a warning of things to come
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Aww, and thanks for watching. Btw, I don’t give sugar to redneck hillbillies.
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Being a patron of the gestic arts, I am indubitably delighted at your energetic and celebratory gif.
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Thank the Gods for that, I feared you may have mistaken esme for some kind of ecdysiast and beggared off.
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And I, a walking (well, prowling) dictionary, didn’t even have to look ecdysiast up. But you knew that.
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I had a feeling you’d be rather well aquainted with the word sir. Yes. – winks slowly
Hahahahaha.
esme casting no aspidistras upon him from upon the Cloud honest guv.
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Two hundred winks, or is that two hundred lashes?
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Depends on whether its a Saturday night.
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