Watch this space...and prepare to avert your gaze.
Watch this space...and prepare to avert your gaze.
I was wearing my jimjams.
You can come out now, Moe.....
Are you sure????
Would he lie to you?
I'm awaiting the response with great interest.....
No.....he wouldn't'
He's right. You're perfectly safe with me. Trust me.
I remember similar exchanges to this being made in the playground....
Cross your fingers, fellas!!!
I remember running around the playground, seemingly aimlessly, trying to avoid being touched by someone who was 'it'.....
.............and then you were "it"!!!!
I know!! Oh....the horror of it. I then had to run as quick as possible, and touch someone else, so that they would then be 'it'.
It was like I had the bubonic plague or something.....
Yes, I have experienced that as a child!!!!!
Just once or twice since, I've wondered if it's happening all over again...
You're it!!! HAHA!!! Computer fixed............
It's like having an old and favourite pair of shoes returned from the menders. Remember that?
Oh yes, the shoe repair man. When repairing was more cost effective than a new pair!!
They would have to be a very expensive pair now, to justify the cost. There are, of course, a lot of expensive shoes which, once bought, then see little or no wear at all....
Of which I am guilty, westgrand!!
...and at which I am not the least surprised, Moe!
They can be works of art!!
As in, admired by people walking around them, rather than walking around IN them?!
Yes, I won't lie, westgrand..........
That must represent a good 75% of the shoes sold to women.....
That's a reasonable assumption westgrand
Some of those shoe manufacturing bosses must be well heeled.
It's based solely on your results!
You could be tied into some crazy designs....
That would cause painful feet
And strange looking feet, too. And there are plenty around...
No corny jokes please.
I wouldn't want to be thought callous.
Or a heel!
No, of course. I can tell we are in instep....
All together now: "The world is just a great big bunion...".
There's mischief afoot here......
I've never really been into shoes.
Well, upon my sole!
My shoes are falling to pieces. What steps should I take?
Walk this way....
If I walked that way, they'd arrest me...!
That happened to my Auntie Vera. She had an addiction for shoes. Couldn't resist them. Was walking down Oxford Street, London, and saw a shop sign : "Giant Shoe Sale". Not five minutes had passed, and out she came, wearing a pair of stilettos, size 22. The police found her clinging to the shop front....
Many years ago, the Queen was visiting the East End of London, when the heel of her shoe broke. Luckily enough this happened just outside the shop of a Jewish shoe-repairer, and he proudly mended the shoe. In fact, he was so proud that he put a sign in his shop window: "COBBLERS TO THE QUEEN". The next day, the owner of the shop next door put a sign in his window saying, "BALLS TO THE CHIEF RABBI".
To say nothing of R. Soles, in Kings Road, Chelsea....
Who's that westgrand?
I've said it once, Moe...I'll not say it again....
No problem westgrand!!!
On the subject of no problem, hope those bats were caught and released from your basement - !
I am not making this up, westgrand: went down to the basement & the bats haven't been seen since............
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