Today,............................................

coming out of my shed I shall mostly be eating onion,.................................................
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We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
I bet you can't eat or even stand garlic init?!

Busted! I always suspected that!!
.....confused .....i'm guessing your fridge is empty and the shed full of onions....grin
Scotty, Well I've got a bag of Walkers Chees n Onion...same effect ennit?

(Tenbob...it's ennit in Bham grin )

yay
Ha ha! I wonder how many people actully got the referance.
Its a reference.....confused
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