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First the shoe bomber, and now...The pickle bomber!
3 kilos of Branston
That's wimmin Caused frightful probs at the airport, like
Quote from: Nick on December 22, 2008, 08:16:34 PMThat's wimmin Caused frightful probs at the airport, likeHow could you not be able to find them tho...?
I never looked for them. We had to unpack at the check in desk and transfer pickle (all wrapped in Mrs Nick's capacious pants) between suitcases cos of some stupid Ryanair rule.
Quote from: Nick on December 22, 2008, 08:48:51 PMI never looked for them. We had to unpack at the check in desk and transfer pickle (all wrapped in Mrs Nick's capacious pants) between suitcases cos of some stupid Ryanair rule. What I cannot for the life of me fathom out is WHY didn't she just go and buy 3 more flamin' kilos of the stuff, instead of tearing the house apart all night long, or had she forgotton what she'd bought in the first place?Where were they in the end?
Quote from: GROWLER on December 22, 2008, 08:53:52 PMQuote from: Nick on December 22, 2008, 08:48:51 PMI never looked for them. We had to unpack at the check in desk and transfer pickle (all wrapped in Mrs Nick's capacious pants) between suitcases cos of some stupid Ryanair rule. What I cannot for the life of me fathom out is WHY didn't she just go and buy 3 more flamin' kilos of the stuff, instead of tearing the house apart all night long, or had she forgotton what she'd bought in the first place?Where were they in the end?Wrapped up in her pants. It was all very embarrassing
Enuf of her pants (I have had enuf anyhoo). Fancy a pint?