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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!

Comments

Tom said…
eh? i thought ya'll spoke English.
Unspoken said…
I need a dictionary I am embarrassed to tell ya! ;)
I need a dictionary stat!
I’m up right HERE
Brian Miller said…
ignormous frivolity...habberdashery conflagration. studendiferous!
Hmmmm, I could look those words up and expand my mind a bit....NAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Magpie said…
Okay...challenging...did you ever get breakfast???
Megan said…
Well hell, now I've got to go and learn something.

I like the new look.
Finally, do you eat for breakfast the seagulls?
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.
Ed & Jeanne said…
Talk to the seagull...I have to go get my dictionary...
Roddy said…
Silver gulls being indifferent put offers. My what big words you use to say very little.
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.
Unknown said…
Lovely picture.
You speak English like a PRO!

Wonderful TT post!

Happy Thursday!

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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!
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.
Kris McCracken said…
PattiKen, we all have our days.

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