Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
My knee is a bit macrophyte today, and it's not of the floating kind...
We used to have macrophytes but when we were on holidays, it rained a lot and the pond floated and tipped over and the macrophytes were really rooted.
A size queen she be, gentlemen. My side salad kelpy* and I will quietly away. *(Scottish folklore) water spirit in the form of a horse that likes to drown its riders.
As opposed to MACHOPHYTE - two drunk blokes having a scrap with each other about football.
Poor Miles, I hope your love life is floating.I would bet some of your early loves were macrophytes, but now that you're a more mature Hot Andrew, they're more grounded.Hip, rough spirits those Highland kelpies.Fleetwood, any kelpy legends in Lancashire?
Witchy,We've got boggarts in Lancashire. They're bigger and harder and they eat black puddings for breakfast.
Jeebus Fleetwood, I wish you had put a little more thought into the composition of that comment given the depravity of my mind and the gutter in which it dells.
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