[This section has been sponsored by - Classic FM's music for Mouthwashing - 32 Tracks You Can Gargle To - Available in all bargain rubbish skips now] ...Even better, it turns out to be a ship in a bottle. A very large bottle still full of alcoholic slurps to keep us mentally afloat. Much better than sailing in saltwater and seaweed. That reminds me of someone who showed me a submarine in a milk bottle. I couldn't see it 'coz it was hiding under the milk but I thought I saw a periscope when I went to pour some over my- (Gerronwivit yer eejit! - asheepdog Ed) -oh yes, so there were we -under attack from kiwi fruit 'n' nuts (but not the choccy kind - shame...) when we were picked up - which is odd because we didnt have a radio, but elf did have a squeaky toy bath duck - but that lost it's squeak when sheepdog had a defra (shurely you mean daft? - asheepdog Ed) moment and thought that she were a sheep-culling-gundog. Anyhoo - the meringues were flying towards us, and our defences were poor - we only had synthetic cream - a bit like shaving foam, but with less flavour. A showdown was beckoning and it seemed like high noon, which is odd, because our watches were set to low midday.
So...will we be pressganged or will someone finally find the steam iron? Is that a really a large meringue hovering over us, or is it inter-galatic pizza delivery? Or will it end with us all getting creamed?...
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