Our campsite was on a farm, so I suspect there was a considerable amount of feline interest in the remains of my catch once they were disposed of.
Grah! Thank you!
*beats chest in manly fashion*
(That's not actually very convincing when you're wearing pink wellies, is it.)
You cooked it before you ate it? Pussy.
But but it was barbecued! Fire! Flames! Manly! Grah!
You caught a BIG fish. O.O
And it took me a moment to reaize you weren't extremely pink but barefooted, with henna foo-foos. *face-palm*
Now I'm having visions of marching into a tattoo artist and saying, "I want a tattoo. Like this." *holds up wellies*
Thank you. So do I. Wellies are silly, and they should celebrate their silliness with bright colours and absurd patterns.
Aw, thank you.
I keep looking at that outfit I'm wearing in the second one and giggling.
"Six fish? I'll be RICH!"
I is not getting reference... :( I has the dumb today.
It's the Cat, when Rimmer tries to bribe him into returning Lister's cigarettes to their hiding place.