tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post2785159854123726791..comments2023-11-02T14:03:21.567+00:00Comments on Chip Dale's Diary: The Welsh Thong AwardsBig Chip Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-72010577901596875742007-03-13T00:30:00.000+00:002007-03-13T00:30:00.000+00:00Spud gin? Now that's the kind of information I fin...Spud gin? Now that's the kind of information I find useful. You see, I've been wondering why Gabby has been stockpiling these potatoes and that could be a reason. Now I come to think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't got a still somewhere. And she never allows me to share her mineral water. She's very careful about that.<BR/><BR/>I think I'll need to investigate further. I'm Big Chip Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-18054683435280227522007-03-12T21:50:00.000+00:002007-03-12T21:50:00.000+00:00Have you perhaps considered spud gin? It is a rath...Have you perhaps considered spud gin? It is a rather efficent way to go blind and what she can't see she can't hit (probably). <BR/><BR/>It also tastes like petrol so it should be perfect for the refined Eastern European palette.Jan Tregeaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04098707499292254956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-47231789840540603382007-03-12T20:09:00.000+00:002007-03-12T20:09:00.000+00:00Thanks, Jeremy. You can always be relied upon. Are...Thanks, Jeremy. You can always be relied upon. Are you really that keen on seeing my demise?<BR/><BR/>M&M, she calls me Chipster, which I guess is part of the problem. She just can't get potatoes off her mind. It really is a tragedy. I should think of changing my name...Big Chip Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-69368637751152241222007-03-12T20:00:00.000+00:002007-03-12T20:00:00.000+00:00If you can't mention spuds, what does she call you...If you can't mention spuds, what does she call you ... French Fry??Mutterings and Meanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384198819878227966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-16713414895363379962007-03-12T17:46:00.000+00:002007-03-12T17:46:00.000+00:00PotatoesPotatoesJeremy Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02014279463894807064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-48799571484161141912007-03-12T16:36:00.000+00:002007-03-12T16:36:00.000+00:00Damn, now I'll have to install the obligatory drum...Damn, now I'll have to install the obligatory drum/snare sounds for all those puns too. Will this bad punning never end? It's making me feel a bit 'put-upun' ['THUMP CRASH'].<BR/><BR/>You see, that's how it's done.Big Chip Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-37849171572836925522007-03-12T16:22:00.000+00:002007-03-12T16:22:00.000+00:00hmm, I fear that relationship has had it's chips, ...hmm, I fear that relationship has had it's chips, and even though you accused me of a bad pun earlier I know what a hot potato this issue can be so I won't give you the roasting you deserve and we'll say no more about this awful incident of balkan baiting dear chiprilly superhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448694078653341955noreply@blogger.com