a badger moment
I opened the fridge this afternoon to get out some cold meat for our sammidges, and what was there on the shelf looking at me but the bag of fusilli from which I took the pasta for our supper last night.
neither
perlmonger nor I remember putting it in there. But I do know that it was me who tipped the pasta into the pan, so odds are I am the badger party.
take me away ...
neither
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take me away ...
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I've got to hear the story behind this one.
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this stems from the day I looked in the mirror, saw all the silver strands among the dark brown, and shrieked to
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Ah, yes, we have a few of those around here, too. Without even having the dignity of age to justify 'em. ;)
Cherchez le badger!!