Unfortunately the charge has not been wavered like quavers but I feel that I need to write this story (dedicated to Jonathon Melton).
I own your soul
The story begins with pudding in bathhampton and the ignorance of one silly little boy. The sun was shining and it was time for pudding. Jonathon Melton offered to order the pudding, there were at least five choices of pudding, I requested 'Crumble of the Day' unless the crumble of the day contained fruits of the forest. If the crumble of the day was fruits of the forest, i humbly requested the chocolate cake with custard instead of ice cream. Jonathon Melton returned with the toffee pear. I think, Jonathon Melton, I make my point quite clearly and I am sure that Lizzie Walder agrees with me. I thought this day should be documented for future reference and this is a balanced account.
Today Masarat Rashid believed that all the sheep with black faces were men.
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Right.
ReplyDeleteSince we're getting this down once and for, I have a few things I'd like to add.
1. My name is spelt JonathAn. Get it right.
2. You went on and on and on for at least half an hour trying to decide what pudding you wanted, weighing up the pros and cons of several of them, generally just causing a nuisance of yourself.
3. I had to que for the pudding for absolutely ages.
4. I did not 'come back' with the toffee pear. I did order it, but once I realised my mistake I went and got the order changed straight away.
5. I should point out again that I did all the queing. On my own.
6. You have never done anything 'humbly'.
7. You are mean to me.
Can we drop this now?
1.I still dont think I understand the story.
ReplyDelete2. I like how you can now add friends on this website.
3. Is it nigghttimeee? (at the moment, yes)
4. They just asked me to type a verification word to post this comment and the word was 'butscabb' :D
JonathAn, you cannot spell 'queue' and i am the epitomy of humble.
ReplyDelete5. I need something to blog about
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