Mango fool
Jul. 20th, 2008 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI am aware that some of my people, even some of my best people are ... not quite like me. Honestly, I do know this.
They might, for example, not enjoy cooking as much as I do. Or shopping; they might not be natural shoppers. I know.
However. Things have come to a pretty underpass, when you send a man out for papaya to go in the mutton curry, and he brings back mangoes. Mangoes. Which you do not notice, of course, until you need to cook; by which time, its being Sunday, the shops are shut and it's too late to correct.
In vengeance, I have used the extra-hot chilli powder. He'll be sorry.
In other news,
Barry has hawked up a hairball of hitherto unimagined capacity, so vast and dense it could very well have planetoids in orbit about it. In fact, it came - at tea-time - with his breakfast, virtually undigested, so I guess it had entirely blocked his pipes. Also, he has sudden and traumatic diarrhoea (which I'm only telling you 'cos I know, I have always known how to spell it). I am assuming these two, ah, matters to be connected, and so We are fasting tonight. That's the imperial We, applying to the Dark Lord only; Mac has had a sneaky private supper, nom-nom-nom, and we, as you know, have mutton curry. And mango fool. For obvious reasons, really.
They might, for example, not enjoy cooking as much as I do. Or shopping; they might not be natural shoppers. I know.
However. Things have come to a pretty underpass, when you send a man out for papaya to go in the mutton curry, and he brings back mangoes. Mangoes. Which you do not notice, of course, until you need to cook; by which time, its being Sunday, the shops are shut and it's too late to correct.
In vengeance, I have used the extra-hot chilli powder. He'll be sorry.
In other news,
Barry has hawked up a hairball of hitherto unimagined capacity, so vast and dense it could very well have planetoids in orbit about it. In fact, it came - at tea-time - with his breakfast, virtually undigested, so I guess it had entirely blocked his pipes. Also, he has sudden and traumatic diarrhoea (which I'm only telling you 'cos I know, I have always known how to spell it). I am assuming these two, ah, matters to be connected, and so We are fasting tonight. That's the imperial We, applying to the Dark Lord only; Mac has had a sneaky private supper, nom-nom-nom, and we, as you know, have mutton curry. And mango fool. For obvious reasons, really.