Meet George.
George is a coconut.
I don't like coconut. Steve doesn't like coconut. One might wonder, therefore, why we bought a coconut on Monday night in Tescos.
well, he looked cute. And he was only 38p. And we shall love him and cuddle him and call him George.
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3 comments:
Aww, congratultions on your purchase. How much does he weigh? You could get knitwit or someone to knit him a hat...a bobble hat
I don't know how much he weighs, although we think his milk is evaporating which is rather stressful.
I'm working on a little project for him which I may flickr if it works out.
Thanks for the laugh!
Not that George is funny-looking or anything. He's a perfectly respectable looking coconut.
(BTW, my sister's cat gets nervous when he hears "and we shall love him and cuddle him..." He knows it's toe-tickle time.)
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