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May 13, 2008


Robbo the Llama Butcher

Thankee, Dr. P.

"Honi soit qui boo y pense," I suppose.

Mrs. Peperium

What? you're a garter man?

Still waters do run very deep, don't they?

Robbo the Llama Butcher

Indeed, you have to be careful about coming up to the surface slowly so as not to get the bends.

Mitchell Bond

I could certainly appreciate her in garters, however 'The Tart of England' might want to consider what is and what is not befitting a future consort to the King... that is, if the monarchy survives that long. Lately, I have been checking the Daily Telegraph for the 'completely unexpected' death of ravens.

By the way, Mrs. P, you must send me some of those tarts, with which I will gorge myself while watching Miss Middleton trot down the runway.


The Queen Mum must be turning in her grave.

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