Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 47)
“I worked at a British biscuit factory,” said Reala. “The boss called me a dozy once!”
“Bet that naffed you off,” said Saturn.
“I was ruddy livid,” said Reala. “I was so angry I threw a biscuit at her.”
“Did you hit her?” asked Fuen.
“She ducked and I missed,” sighed Reala.
Yuffie laughed. “Jammy Dodger…”
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Good thing it wasn’t a rock biscuit. That could have hurt.
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Reminds me of the time someone threw a soda can and it hit me in the face. I was alright though. It was a soft drink.
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ohhh good one! hahaha!
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TAIR-RIBBLE! hA hAAA!
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Haha, good good! 😛
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Ahhhhh. My man and I are always looking for fun new phrases. I think “jammy dodger” is going to be adopted. That’s hilarious! Thanks for gifting my first laugh of the day for the millionth time! Cheers!!!
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Heh, cheers Forrest. Jammy dodger’s a phrase we always used in London. A lucky escapee. 🙂
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AHHHHHHH! Cool beans! Thanks! 🙂
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OMG. Do you provide incontinence pants? I wet myself laughing!
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Arf, sorry, no sales or refunds on underoos. 😛
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LOL!
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Clever! (After I googled it)
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Narffle, sorry again Susan! 😛
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Haha.
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That spreads a little cheer
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Spreads like butter, but with less dairy… I’m not good at analogies… 😛
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[…] via Jam-Filled Biscuit — Little Fears […]
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Extremely groan-worthy! 🙂
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The greatest of compliments, thank you Mermaid. 🙂
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smart cookie
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That’s the way the cookie crumbles.
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Hehehe!
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Sweet! 🙂
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Cheers. 🙂
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