Thread: Trans Siberian Adventure

Just then Mr M came walking down the train corridor carrying a big bag of fruit, " fruit anyone".

Miss M though of some smart answer, but didnt reply, she just said "thank you Mr M" with a wry grin.
Then without warning the train came to a stop.
What the blazes?? said Mr M.....................

"What! is there a fire" said Mrs M

Miss M looked confused as she hadnt realized she had been wed to Mr M, so that what all that noise was about the other night.

Miss M had missed most of the other night due to too many pink gins.
She neednt feel awkward now if Mr M makes advances on her, she thought to her self.

Why hasnt he made advances yet?
Its the hat...............?

Strike 1.

Good on ya .
We dont need them nasties from the Rip.

Al :eek:

Strike 1.

And with strike Miss Marples went sprawling accross the floor and landed at the feet of Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson stood up and grabbed by the throat and yelled "How dare you hit a woman". With that Dr. Watson ...

No it wasn't the hat but what was emanating from under the hat. Little did Mrs M know but Mr M was allergic to peant brittle....

Originally Posted by Grunt

And with strike Miss Marples went sprawling accross the floor and landed at the feet of Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson stood up and grabbed by the throat and yelled "How dare you hit a woman". With that Dr. Watson ...

Not a woman! A little Frenchie with atrocious grammar.

"Sacre bleu! Explodeeng Frogs!"

Came the muffled shout from under Mr M's hat!

Originally Posted by

Not a woman! A little Frenchie with atrocious grammar.

Uncorrooct on sooveral counts! (Foor an admonistrarter you hooven't been peeing attoontion!):

1) Crabtree is not by any means little - he's well over six foot tall.
2) He's not French either. He's a pommy agent masquerading as a French gendarme.
3) There's nothing wrong with the bloke's grammar. It's usually immaculate. It's his pronunciation that's the problem.

Shape up, axewielder! We expect the best from you, not this sort of sloppy work!

A pooof of smoke rose from the rim of Mr M's hat.

As Mr M took of his hat, Mrs M poured herself another pink gin, which she almost dropped as she saw................

the twins riding past....

Originally Posted by Driver

Uncorrooct on sooveral counts! (Foor an admonistrarter you hooven't been peeing attoontion!):

1) Crabtree is not by any means little - he's well over six foot tall.
2) He's not French either. He's a pommy agent masquerading as a French gendarme.
3) There's nothing wrong with the bloke's grammar. It's usually immaculate. It's his pronunciation that's the problem.

Shape up, axewielder! We expect the best from you, not this sort of sloppy work!

20 minutes to respond. You are slippng.

Originally Posted by flea1607

the twins riding past....

With the grim reaper in hot persuit...............................