Butter churner.
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Butter churner.
No, I just onomatopoeically went on from congo dancer.
I'm pretty sure you don't know but I'm going to carry on anyway.
Pipe layer.
:pimp:
Unless he's been lying to me for years, I most definitely do know. :snooty:
He's not an uphill gardener, and he doesn't putt from the rough afaik, so don't bother with those.
I'm going to bed. Got early works. I'll let Art tell you for himself.
Alrite, mate. Nighty night.
Arty's been gone all day. It's not like him, not like him at all.
Maybe he's been struck down in the line of duty. By one of the animals he keeps in Auckland zoo.
And also; Mary's been gone all day :eyebrows:
That's a bit harsh, can you imagine what calamity must have befallen Mary such that her routine be interrupted to this extent.
It has to be incarceration of some description.
Arty probably went out for a few leisurely Sunday beers and only just got up in time for work on Monday morning. It's about half one in the afternoon with him, I imagine he'll be home shortly after feeding the bats or w.e.