My uncle Simon is my godfather. He says this makes him my spiritual leader but it took him two months to post my birthday present because he kept scoffing the chocolate. I think he's what my mum would call lapsed.
The chocolate came in a big parcel with a letter telling me what to charge my mum and dad if they wanted to buy some. Ha! Nice try, curly-top, but I've set my own tarrifs, which is why you're a medic and I'm the next Richard Branson.
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Choccie Forfeits
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Finger of Fudge - Twice on the wiggles ride in Randwick Plaza
Cadbury's Picnic - Beach and park in the same day
Cadbury's Crunchie - Helping me up the climbing frame when I've got a stinky bottom (nose must be within five inches or no crunchie)
Cadbury's Roses - Wet thongs
Dairy Milk - The birthday candle treatment - one in each eye
I know they've emptied my stash. They've got it coming to them.
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