Wall of Mouths

*eyes Hooch with the caution that one child with a toy reserves for another child without a toy eyeing the one child with a toy*

*mumbles* S’pose so…

*thrusts the Wildhearts into Hooch’s hands*

*plays together solemnly for some minutes*

*then it all gets a bit rowdy, when someone discovers the bucket is the same size as someone’s head*

*sucks thumb thoughtfully*

Well I’m telling my mummy, an’ an’ she’s scarier than yor mummy.

*puts bucket on own head as peace offering*

*hits bucket with wooden spoon, while still on head*

*offers spoon to Hooch, and then comes up with rules for another incomprehensible game*

*much hilarity ensues*

*slowly removes the bucket from the poor, screaming Wildheart and realises he has gotten the thread title somewhat mixed up*

Hey, it’s not THAT bad, I mean, it weren’t Ginger himself, it was only some stand-in bassist type Wildheart thingy…

What the hell is this thread about? Imagining dunking Wildhearts in a bucket…eh?

*chants* DUNK! DUNK! DUNK!

You know you want to ;)

*sigh* Everyone knows you can’t dunk a rich tea biscuit for more than a second but you just had to show off, didn’t you? Why couldn’t you have used a standard issue digestive like everyone else? :mad:

We already have one Gracious me Thread, we don’t need another !

:o

Why do I get the feeling that Hooch would prefer to get the loser’s prize?

Death by tea? Come on, there are worse things.

*considers accepting the challange*

Hmm.. What sort of biscuits are these? For example, eating a whole packet of digestives without the saving grace of a nice cup of tea and a sit down strikes me as rather a sucky prize.

Or are these some laughable Japanese biscuits? I warn you, Dan, the biscuits of Japan are a whole other breed to the Great British Biscuit.

An inferior breed, if that wasn’t clear from my brief show of patriotism.

of COURSE they’re bred Den you ignorant oaf! Baked?? Myth. Their are 2 main rival families: The McVities and the Fox’s. Their offspring are the main contenders in the biscuit wars, with various other families (Tunnocks, cadburys, erm…burtons) ocassionally lending support.

Am i really saying these things?

*goes back to sleep to dream of samurai buscuit. type. situations. or something.*

That was beautiful :’(

Misanthropologist wrote:

Dan’s right. It’s actually a rather tragic tale.

Two biscuits, both alike in dignity,
Near a Jacob’s Cracker, where we lay our cup,
From ancient grudge breaks up all crumbly,
(Where chocolate fudge makes for a mucky pup).
From forth the biscuit tubs of these two foes
A pair of Jammy Dodgers take their life;
Which bickie crumbled first no one knows,
But with their dunk, bury their parents’ strife.

:( It makes me cry just to think about it.

:D Very good! Now will you do ‘A Tale of Two Biccies’? :)

*pats D on the shoulder*

There there mate, come on now, we can’t go thru this every day. Sure, we lost packet upon packet of biscuits, and the cake loss single handedly bought the Waller family to their knees, but life has to go on. There are boxes of “the forgotten” being sold as “broken biscuits” in poundlands up and down the country, it is to THOSE brave warriors we must now turn our attention to. We must rescue them from their fate and give them the dignity of a pot of tea and the promise of consumption. They deserve to be dunked, to be given the respect a perfect biscuit receives. I say we start a fund. Just £2 a month can save 2 boxes of veterans from insignificance. I’ve got £20 worth and 3 boiling kettles on the go here dammit. Who’s with me??

thats my boy! now come on the rest of you! Get eating!!!

(don’t worry so much about the wafer ones, they’re a bit shit. And useless warriors.)

absolutely. But no, cowering in the corner they were, like wee little girls, with no national pride and no loyalty. :mad: makes you sick.