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I fear the subtle taste and delicate texture are something the bread-with-Trill brigade won't appreciate ;)

:mad: why is the pic too big? Click the link... I am convnced it is a nuthatch Nuthatch Sitta europaea The nuthatch is a plump bird about the size of a great tit that resembles a small woodpecker. It is blue-grey above and whitish below, with chestnut on its sides and under its...

where to; On second thoughts, where to, I'm tired of the sound of my own voice. Let someone else express it; http://home.comcast.net/~tfchuck/Magazine.html

IIRC, she may just have gone into heat. Could be kitten-time soon! :D

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Out little ickle kittie cat :D She has started making the cutest noises. Not a mieow, or a sqeak or a yowl, and not even a pur but these little rolling r noises, like a rumbling trill. Don't know how to describe it. Fucking lovely cat :)

You're forgetting Joss Stone, and John fucking Legend in this vein But yeah U2, I don't find coldpay that offensive, they're just shit. Keane, The Thrills ("De Trills" - cocks), Elbow (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz), Athlete, Damien Rice. I'm sure I'll think of more...

...the traffic on a bus. Got serious shadenfreude on tuesday night - Leander road between Josephine av and Elm Park was chokka with folk honking horns and having real problems if they had a massive 4x4 to drive :D I skipped past, trilling with glee, swinging my bag round my head :)

Whats wrong with Mary today?...he hasn't stopped talking!, he was even laughing earlier...yes, laughing!!, honestly, I'm not making it up :eek: .....he was singing that "Granma we love you" song, as well....he sounds like a mad budgie on trill :D . And wait till Mememichelle sees the...

Home, home, home, to my woman as the red darkens from a fresh blood to a dried. Home, home to my woman, home to bed where opposites seem sometimes unified. A pensioner in turban taps his stick along the pavement past the corner shop, that sells samosas now, not beer on tick, to the...

i know why the cages bird sings A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are...