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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.


Three parts heavy water...

One part self raising flour...

A pinch of enriched uranium...

Stir...
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Z said…
Hi Kris, season's greetings to you and your lovely family! May 2010 be a healthy and happy one for you all.
29 December 2009 at 20:13
Sue said…
Mmmm....that's what we just had for dinner!

PS Thanks for the Chrissie present. It arrived today and it was like it was Chrissy all over again! Lovely! I love it!
29 December 2009 at 21:15
Roddy said…
Who does the stirring, you or Henry?
This is a stand up comedian we are building; isn't it? Or perhaps another Frankensteins' monster.
29 December 2009 at 22:35
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Great quote...I wish that I could observe Ezra, “pending" results.
DeeDee ;-D
30 December 2009 at 07:39
Roddy said…
I forgot to ask earlier. Where did the budding scientist get the enriched uranium? Heavy water is hard enough to come by.
31 December 2009 at 20:03
Kris McCracken said…
Z, thanks and I hope yours is a good one too!
1 January 2010 at 17:37
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, odd that it arrived after the DVD!
1 January 2010 at 17:37
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Ez does it all.
1 January 2010 at 17:39
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he wears goggles at that point.
1 January 2010 at 17:39
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he buys it off some bloke in Sudan.
1 January 2010 at 17:39
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