!!morags ahoy!!!

GET OUT!! I am SHOCKED in the extreme. GO and watch The Notebook, and come back when you're an acceptable human being.

Not knowing who Noah is indeed. GAH.


FarrierLover.... I completely missed your post my squishy little darling. I am sure you're not so terribly fat, but if you are, ask you friendly local diesel thief if he'll use his hose (calm down calm down, not THAT hose) to syphen (sp?!) off some of your blubber. He can use it to make soap a la Fight Club....or did they make bombs...

Then just give your farrier corn oil. 13g of saturated fat per 100ml you know!!!1



ALSO,
torn between two sexy pairs of arms. Oh the frustration.

*sniff* It's ok, I know when I'm not wanted... I will try thhe corn oil for farrier, thing is, should I mix it with sugar beet or racehose cubes? :confused:
 
I actually know THE Ingrams... my mother is best pallies with mummy Ingram, and so baby Ingram (who of course is not a baby and is about a zillion feet tall!) and I have known each other all our lives... daddy Ingram used to make me hot chocolate. So clearly, we are in fact destined to be bestest mad pals Clippy!!!

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SHUT UP!!!!!!!!! NO EFFING WAY.

well, i am sort-of-cousins with baby-giant-giraffe-ingram's-half-sister. my dad and daddy ingram are related. also unconnectedly, my mum has been best friends with daddy ingram's previous lady, with whom half sister was produced, for her whole life. it was coincidence when we discovered my dad and daddy ingram were related...

we are indeeed destined to be bestest friends in the world ever (don't be scared...) and i therefore retract all comments made where i claimed to be the trout. i am not the trout. i am, in fact, married to a non-farrier man.

your new best friend forever (if destroyed, still true)

CCP

p.s. i'm off to find out who you are now... don't be scared... ;)
 
FarrierLover... sugarbeet NOT racehorse cubes, they'll make him all energetic and he might lose all the weight that the precious corn oil has piled on!!!!

And Clippy... how EXCITING! Go forth and stalk me... I begin with R....
 
Can I just thank you all very much for this whole thread? It has brightened up my truly horrible week immeasurably and is the first thing I search for when I log on. Not quite sure how to resurrect my computer keyboard after all the coffee that has been spluttered over it though ...:D

And I'm in the mechanic camp too. These nice gentle souls can often surprise you.;)
 
I am very much in the mechanic camp at the moment, HOWEVER, FF is still beautiful and lovely and a big bag of sex in chaps.

My turquoise clad man entrancing morags got commented on in a shop yesterday - a very sophisticated stone mason type man said "cracking tits love". And I blushed like two red things and got all tittery and giggly, and MAY have done a little shimmy.

I have also just registered my youngster with the name Wafting Morag. He's not amused :D
 
How alarming! What on earth did you say to Mr Ingram that he knew me so instantly?!

My name is HORRENDOUS. I shall never ever tell you the middle bit.

That is after a BMW garage and makes me want to curl up and suck pillows.
 
At the request of Shysmum, I am bumping the best of the "I love my farrier but he's ignoring my slaggy advances" threads to give you all a good laugh.
 
Perhaps Starzaan is like Amy Winehouse, and works best when in some degree of romantic distress? If so, stay happy and stay silent! If not, get your morags out and tease us with the welly dance: we miss you m'lovely!
 
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