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A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.


Christ Almighty, Theme Thursday already?!?

I haven't even had BREAKFAST!

Nor have these slightly dodgy looking seagulls lurking about Franklin Square this very morning. Dudes and I had a bit of a poke about in the turf looking for the odd grub, but coming up with little more than a discarded cigarette butt. Thus, far from the Bacchanalian feast envisaged, we are left looking at a mess on a public lawn with an empty belly.

The problem, you see, is that seagulls (love 'em as I do), are well and truly pococurante. As I'm sure you know, the pococurante have a tendency to perendinate. Chroicocephalus novaehollandiae are without doubt perendinacious pococurantes!

BREAKFAST!
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Tom said…
eh? i thought ya'll spoke English.
18 March 2010 at 09:46
Unspoken said…
I need a dictionary I am embarrassed to tell ya! ;)
18 March 2010 at 12:27
inappropriatesue said…
I need a dictionary stat!
I’m up right HERE
18 March 2010 at 12:34
Brian Miller said…
ignormous frivolity...habberdashery conflagration. studendiferous!
18 March 2010 at 12:37
Jill from Killeny Glen said…
Hmmmm, I could look those words up and expand my mind a bit....NAAAAAAHHHHHH!
18 March 2010 at 12:52
Magpie said…
Okay...challenging...did you ever get breakfast???
18 March 2010 at 13:53
Megan said…
Well hell, now I've got to go and learn something.

I like the new look.
18 March 2010 at 14:16
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
Finally, do you eat for breakfast the seagulls?
18 March 2010 at 19:46
Roddy said…
Breakfast. The main meal of the day. As the words imply, and my old library teacher always said; Break the fast. You must always have breakfast to start your day correctly.
They are now pushing the importance of healthy eating down my throat at work. And again the importance of breakfast, to get the brain working properly.
18 March 2010 at 20:24
Ed & Jeanne said…
Talk to the seagull...I have to go get my dictionary...
19 March 2010 at 02:02
Roddy said…
Silver gulls being indifferent put offers. My what big words you use to say very little.
19 March 2010 at 06:21
Christine H. said…
I'm guessing that none of these words means delicious, which is a shame because if we could eat seagulls for breakfast it really would be killing two birds with one stone.
19 March 2010 at 08:30
Unknown said…
Lovely picture.
You speak English like a PRO!

Wonderful TT post!

Happy Thursday!

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19 March 2010 at 10:37
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, me talkum real good.

She Writes, new words are always good.

Susan, quick!

Brian Miller, indeed.

Jill, oh dear.

Magpie, Henry ate it.

Megan, thanks!

Usuahia, indeed I did!

Roddy, if Henry doesn't eat it first.

VE, they understood every word.

Roddy, huh?

Christine H., poor seagulls.

Sh@KiR@ CK, I shall be enquiring!
19 March 2010 at 16:41
PattiKen said…
Though not usually pococurante, I sometimes perendinate myself. Maybe I'll come back later...

Nicely done.

My post for Theme Thursday is up here.
21 March 2010 at 03:22
Kris McCracken said…
PattiKen, we all have our days.
21 March 2010 at 20:43
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