Tuesday, 18 January 2011

"What am I bid for this exquisite, barely-chewed marrow bone?"



(He'd always wanted to be an auctioner and used to dream of standing up there and shouting:

"Boing, boing, Bone!", but now he'd achieved his ambition, he actually only ever shouted the traditional words.)

(My dogs reckon that's a real shame...)

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