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Monday, January 18, 2010

Florence comes halfway up your thigh

How to make sure you get more than your fair share of the office biscuits.

Overheard in the staff room:

"These aren't just chocolate fingers. These chocolate fingers have been hand-rolled on the thighs of dusky firemen from the Catbush Road fire station."

9 comments:

St Jude said...

Ooh, oh, where did you say I could get some?

Madame DeFarge said...

By heck, I'd like so of those. What about some chocolate mini-rolls too? Where would they roll them?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Ladies! Stop it, you'll be having one of your turns again.

Macy said...

DUSKY firemen.... the words "thighs" and "firemen" in one sentence was bad enough!


DUSKY..

Pat said...

I'm not fussy - any old chocolate finger will do me.

nursemyra said...

Macy hit the nail on the head... dusky... *swoon*

Kevin Musgrove said...

Now what did I tell you? You'll need cold flannels on the backs of your necks

syncopated eyeball said...

Dusky, I don't care. But firemen and chocolate together! I think I've just caught alight!

Kevin Musgrove said...

Hello and welcome, eyeball! You don't get them to hose you down that quickly!