Holy Yuletide! Since I ran that item about a local author who found Jesus in her Christmas dinner, I've been inundated by an email from another Thanet writer saying she spotted Santa in her lunch! While attending her works festive bash yesterday, the big fat man with the snowy white beard materialised before her very eyes in a plate of gammon and chips:
Personally I think she's hamming it up. (Geddit!!!?!?) But you know me, I'm easily egged on. (Geddit again?!???!???!???!?!!!!) Or maybe she's got a chip on her shoulder, and the yolk's on me. (Geddit yet again??!!!!??!??!???!!!!!!!)
Er, I think I've used up all my best material on that. Still, good luck to yer ma'am! And let's hope when Santa comes this year he doesn't get stuck up your chimney while he's emptying his sack!
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Your picture reminds me that Pamela Anderson is in Aladdin in Wimbledon this year. Just think with a bit of cash she could have been Cinderela at the Granville and you ECR could have been prince charming or even one of her sisters.
I could have pulled off my Twankey with her!
I cannot see Santa in there but anyone can see Jesus. He was a chippie (geddit)
I think if you are adamant you could perform Prince Charming ECR (geddit again)
But if you get in panto at Wimbledon (New balls please) you should be the lamp and report back in the New Year how good a rub you got and whether your little genie rose to the occasion.
I love ham egg and chips
Sadly, these days, no matter how hard and long it is rubbed, I find the genie rarely comes out of the bottle.
Old Geezer
Ask ECR to lend you some of his viagra.
He is now famed for his trouser wigwams. Although they should be correctly referred to as wee teepees.
Oy, cheeky! I'll have you know I'm known in these parts as The Human Tripod!
I hate ham, egg and chips. The last time I ate them I was sick and some came out of my nose.
Sounds uncomfortable; spaghetti vomited through nose is far softer but often needs pulling through.
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