Conversations with Wifey-Poo

Yes, another thrilling installment of actual conversations that take place down unda betwixt YT (that'd be me... Yours-Truly) and WP (Wifey-Poo). LAMOAHS (Lord And Master Of All He Surveys) is the cat. BIL is bro-in-law.

OT Don't worry, there'll be cool parrot pics with funny captions during this post. {welsh accent}Nobody panic, this is deliberate.{/welsh accent}

The following is actual dialogue, I really didn't make any of this up! Oh, just remember, I'm really good at puns and have a weird scents of humour. And I do gots good gramur cuz muh haigh skool inglisch teetchur lived across the street (no lie).

Oh, wait... this makes more sense if you know that I was a champion fencer back in Alaska --in a galaxy far far away and a really long time ago.

YT: "Well, I'm off!"

WP: *FINALLY* "That's nice, dear. Where are you off to?"

YT: "Headin' up to the garden centre." please note Aussie spelling of centre

WP: *that'll keep him out of my hair for a while* "Oh, wonderful dear!"

YT: "Yup, gonna go practice muy fast-motion black-n-white swordfightin' tekneek."

WP: ...

WP: ..."Ummmmmmmmmm...."

WP: "Haiy?????"

YT: "Well, I do need to get some more Basil."

WP: *sob*

WP: "The sad thing is I now get it... sigh..."

If any of you don't get it, then you really need to watch more Errol Flynn movies and PAY ATTENTION to the cast list.



"Hey, where'd Russia go?"




Later that day...

YT: *glances at computer clock* "Hmmmmm, a bit after 4. Four minutes after, to be exact. Time to get started on dinner prep." *stands up and walks towards kitchen and past a patio door*

WP: *that'll keep him out of my hair for a good hour, whew!* "That's nice dear."

LAMOAHS: "MRROOWW! MEEEEEOOOOOW!" *let me the f*ck outta here, RIGHT NOW!*

YT: *walking past door on way to kitchen* "Sorry cat; 404 door not found!"

WP: *sob*

BIL: *chortle*

Send in your guesses for this pic. Which one is the bloke?