For John Bennett

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Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 4:11pm

sounds suspiciously like forkle diving in the lap of luxury. may I suggest our clams, sir? they are in season

Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 4:07pm

Try lintels with your forkchops. Divine. But always do a spill check. I wouldn't want to lap it up. Now please! I must solve the fork-closure crisis!

Comment by cheryl penn on July 22, 2011 at 1:30pm

O - and another - just for D.W.

Come, Watson, come! The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your Fork Lints and come!

Comment by Lesley Magwood Fraser on July 22, 2011 at 12:43pm

I KNEW you'd find a use for those amazing lino prints! Brilliant.....

Comment by Marie Wintzer on July 22, 2011 at 12:28pm

You three are so witty it almost hurts. No, seriously, where do you get that!

XX!!

Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 12:13pm

this latest adventure has taken its troll

Comment by cheryl penn on July 22, 2011 at 9:21am

"Now, Watson,  Fork Lint  is your department said Holmes, with a smile, when the dwindling frou-frou of skirts had ended in the slam of the front door".

Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 2:46am

at first i was cowed by this whole affair, my dear watson. but it is a clear case of spoon-taneous combustion.

Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 2:24am

forkchops. I suppose you can't consider these spoonerisms

Comment by De Villo Sloan on July 22, 2011 at 2:17am

My you're sveldt! But prickly like a forkupine.

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