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I recognize it as English, yet it makes no sense to me.![]()
#?
if not, stick it up and fata or one of us brits'll translate for you
if it's #she, no chance. it speaks in drivel.
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I recognize it as English, yet it makes no sense to me.![]()
i had some 2 days agothey sell them, AND foam shrimps, in our local co-op. they do flyng saucers as well some days, but in the plastic bags something doesn't taste the same and they were my favourites. even the sherbert lemons aren't as sherberty
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i feel your pain - but would loved to have watched you pipe up in outrage '' 'scuse me, but where the fuck's the sherbert? you sucked these first?'When I was little my mum used to tell me flying saucers were Holy Communion. I was so fucking gutted at my first Holy Communion when there was no sherbet in it. And every one after that actually.
Life is cruel.
i feel your pain - but would loved to have watched you pipe up in outrage '' 'scuse me, but where the fuck's the sherbert? you sucked these first?'
I got told of for taking it out of my mouth and looking at the host.![]()
not sayin' nuthin'I got told of for taking it out of my mouth and looking at the host.![]()
bloody hell. lolololololMy communion was a fucking horror. All the other little girls wore white dresses and I wore tartan (don't know, don't ask) with a horrendous veil that was so starchy it looked like a microlite landed on my head. My confirmation was marginally better as there was no tartan but still no sherbet.
Fucking Catholics.
That's happened for me a lot since.
Someone just hit 30K without nearly enough fanfare.
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My White dress , which for some reason we had crossed the planet to buy instead of buying one near where we were.....it was white but hideous) was long enough to conceal the fact I had ditched the ugly white shoes and replaced them with a pair of my mother's old evening shoes from my dressing up box, so I went down the aisle, clunkertyscrape, until some one found my ballet shoes from somewhere. I was pretty much ok with them too, even though they had no sparky bits. I just sat and read the cute little book of the saints and loved the pictures and wonderful saints names and bizarre things saints did. ( the ceremony leader at my FHC loved the shoe thing and is a friend to this day, he's is a very funny guy and was inspirational. )
My communion was a fucking horror. All the other little girls wore white dresses and I wore tartan (don't know, don't ask) with a horrendous veil that was so starchy it looked like a microlite landed on my head. My confirmation was marginally better as there was no tartan but still no sherbet.
Fucking Catholics.
I decided not to be confirmed, so no confirmation name. I think I would have found it hard to choose really.
Sweet baby Jesus.
Were the Bay City Rollers alter boys in this church?
Sweet baby Jesus.
We're the Bay City Rollers alter boys in this church?
over achiever. Don't go.
Good night.
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