My nieghbours
the snails invited me over for dinner the other week, well they finished cooking it last night.
Everything was going great until dinner arrived.
Well the spread was fantastic ,i love lettuce me.
Well I turned to Mrs Snail and said "I suppose you have to watch your diet ,you know being in the family way and all"
Well you could hear a pin drop, Mrs Snail only had a gland problem wasn't pregnant at all.

Well i felt much better later when our french nieghbours came round later and asked them to pass the salt before devouring the entire Snail family with goose liver pate and a nice bottle of merlot....
I mean talk about a faux par.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 4:39, 2 replies)

I would happily talk about a faux par, if only I knew what the hell it was.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 10:56, closed)

Not your real dad.

( Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 15:22, closed)