Dingster
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I can remember a share house from long ago in inner Melbourne where the Lemon Tree was well watered. Not only were the Lemons unbelievably good but that tree was so godammit happy it produced all year round.
There was one unfortunate event though when the Fed Police raided the joint. Apparently* the lemons had started glowing in the dark and were confusing passenger flights heading to Tulla.
After investigation the pissing was found to be innocent. The guilty party was a tuna mornay. It had been buried deep in the backyard near the tree but with an insufficient sprinkling of lime. Now I never saw this Tuna Mornay. The person responsible for its production has never been allowed to cook again.
Apparently* the Tuna Mornay was completely evil from the time it came from the oven. Witnesses claimed it spoke in tongues and asked for money (just like certain very weird shows on Fox). All the while it filled the nostrils of those present with a fetid nauseous gas. Decades later some people there still recoil in horror and retch at the memory.
Moral: Pissing on lemon trees is fine. Burying born again tuna mornay near one is not.
Tuna mornay is code for cocaine. Grand Uncle Horace had a narrow escape from the Feds. His "rooomies" not so lucky.Dingster ? Interpret please
Sell them to unsuspecting fools. Olives are disgusting.Just need to find someone to tell me what to do with all the olives we get...
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