Ah, Britannia here, just filling you all in on the result of that drinking contest. Err, oh dear. Er You okay, Mr. Saturn?
“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout that drongo, yer Ladyship. Pommie’s gonna fix him up somethin’s special. Silly bugger thought he could stonker a dinkum Brumby. Nerve of ‘im. “Hozzie lager’s the same comin’ out as it is goin’ in” my bum! Well I show’d him., thanks t’me good luck charm, Bucky ’ere” MWAH!
Er, how much hash he had Mish Cackle?
“Only three. I tell yer, lightweight.”
But, Lt. Darklove shed he had eight, earlier.
“Oh, ’e did yer Ladyship. then we opened the second crate. Third crate was the one that did ’im.”
Oh…My.
“Nah worries. Me mate Pom will ’ave him ’bouncin’ like a roo in no time.”
Well I hope so Kookaburra. I don’t want to leave the ponies who run this blog with alcohol poisoning after the first night I met them.
From right t’left we have Kookaburra Cackle, Buckler, Mr. Pomegranate, the barely conshous carcass of Mr. Saturn, Little Emerald and Onyx getting an educashun in the adult world…Cute pair those two…and Master Emerald and Miss Onyx as well of course.