This is my grandmother, the famous Valkyrie Joan.
And this is my Aunty Wendy.
This is my Aunty Mary.
And this is my Cousin Tracey.
This is Uncle Bob.
This is Great Uncle Richard.
And this is his funeral. He was slaughtered for tax evasion.
This is my mother and father-in-law.
22 comments:
You rotton sod! Make up your own postings!
If Thesaurus Rex sees the picture of your alleged Ma & Pa, he will probably come round and challenge you to a pike fest. Then we'll see how hard you are. Rex has been known to fell hundreds in in a matter of hours with his continuous jabbering. Ps. kissy wissy, fluffkins!
Oh noble Viking from royal ancestral lineage, I supplicate thou.
Verily, Unworthy Hopcott groveleth at thine most glorious feat and at those of thine illustrious kinfolk!
Their feats are of historic legend ...
(Any chance of them helping out when we're busy at the cafe? I can offer free war games?)
Viking?
Are you married?
Oh, that's okay. I guess. Only I thought maybe -
Well, nevermind.
>sniff<
Hopcot man. Desist your grovelling and snivelling you little bollox.
JLS. Wilst thou marry me?
Magdalene. If yon Dinasaur that calleth himself Rex comes neareth, he shalt verily be smited. Parents shouldeth be revered.
It does kind of make sense though, that Maggie Thatcher should spawn such a belligerent bastard as you V.W, and I mean that in the most respectful way of course!
And bastard too, because it's clear I'm afraid that your father cannot possibly be Dennis. After all, the man is still alive and it's a well known fact that any man mating with the Thatcher woman would be immediately devoured after nuptials. I mean look what happened to Ronnie? He's dead isn't he?
Don't talk to me about Ronnie yon Magdalene.
Yon Thatcher man and woman are my in-laws you ignorant young trollop.
Your cousin has a nice big pair of ... bunches. Not bad women folk for rufty tufty vikings
Oh No, Viking Warrior, I couldn't possibly marry you.
I just entertained dreams of being pillaged et al.
Unless that was a proper proposal? I have no dowry.
No dowry yon lass from strange islands? Thou hast that cat witherest sleepest and eatest all day. He wouldest be fine companion for lonely Viking on cold nights.
Witherest thou be pillaged? Shalst I send longboat to strange islands?
You want my cat to keep you company on lonely nights???
I think you took a wrong turn on the way to my heart oh Viking.
What the hell - send your finest longboat! We'll be waiting with pitchforks and burning brands. I hope you don't expect an easy conquest?
Vikings lovest cats.
I prepareth longboat for sail through Altantic seas, Pacific Seas to reach strange islands.
Vikings eat cats. By Asgaard, they do.
Verily Vikings eatest no cats Maalie. Vikings devoureth seabirds with gusto.
I'm not keen on gusto, it's too oily. I prefer my seabirds with tomato ketchup
Me just had Collie Chops ....
Now me listen bit a musik ...
Yippee!
.... Bongggggggg!
Oh yeh! Gravy ... dig dat man!
... Bonggggggg!
You're not supposed to put gravy in your bong. Most people find water is the best thing to use. I also hope you didn't cook that dog in the cafe kitchen? It's supposed to be a vegetarian cafe.
Er ... Whazat?
Um ... Oh, the Collie Chops ...
Er, who sez we cooked the dog?
I hope you didn't eat a collie Rob. I have a Border Collie myself.
Cauliflower, oh Delai Lama, cauliflower!
Good raw, good cooked, good with cheese ... Good with children.
Me eat dog?
C'mon. I luv my little Dacky
It's Hoppy that hates Dacky :-)
Viking I had to come over and see. Love your family pics but your in laws are scarey.
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