Seen in my local shop:
For Sale:
FROD FIESTA.
My birds are bloody fussy – they’ve left all the ordinary seed – think it’s wheat. Fussy buggers. I spoil them.
I love my gardener (well, the man who mows my lawn once a fortnight) he mowed my lawn yesterday and mowed AROUND the primroses. :) You’ve got to love a man who does that.
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Date: 2010-04-16 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 06:54 pm (UTC)'Frod' was actually coined by a friend of mine for an all-purpose swearword: 'you frodding idiot', 'frod off', 'oh, froddit!' etc. I believe I originated the word 'frodnik', for 'one who commits acts of froditude'.
As such, I wouldn't buy a frodding Frod Fiesta if you frodding paid me to.
My birds also spurn the plain wheat. What they'd really like me to put out is just the suet pellets pleaseandthankyou. Even the frodding pigeons barely touch the wheat. WTF?
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Date: 2010-04-16 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 10:46 pm (UTC)I like your cursewords. Frodnik just sounds so bad!
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Date: 2010-04-16 10:58 pm (UTC)