Anyone want about 100 grams of chocolate sauce? Quick! There's no time to explain!
UPDATE! - I don't want to deceive you. It's got some cream in it as well.
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16 comments:
Well, yes, actually; that's exactly what I want.
Excellent, shall I send it via post, email, or carrier pigeon?
Ah, yes, une problème. I don't trust carrier pigeons. Ever since Work Choices saw their salaries cut, they've been getting their own back in all manner of devious ways. Best stick to email.
That sounds fine, but one should be careful sending such substances over the internet: one day, your email is leaking chocolate deliciousness, ready to be eaten; the next day, viscous green blobs are leaping out of the screen and eating YOU, a little like 'Ring' or 'Videodrome'.
Technology moves that fast; and it pays to be wise.
It just isn't going to work, this. It's that old pixelated-chocolate-sauce-just-doesn't-cut-the-mustard problem again. Believe you me, I deal with the limitations of cyber chocolate on an almost daily basis. You'd think I'd learn not to get so disappointed.
Arr, well.
Thanks for the generous offer.
The only sort of spam I will tolerate is this, and then only for sentimental purposes. Spam just doesn't taste the same without those dustings of ceiling-plaster and asbestos following bombing raids by the Jerry.
Alexis, I could always package it up and send it express post. It's amazing what Australia Post can achieve nowadays. Failing that, there's always the pony express. Some might object that it is a little ostentatious sending globs of chocolate sauce via the pony express, but this might be just what they were made for.
This might, in fact, be Their Finest Hour.
Hey, gosh, if you're serious about loading up a pony with chocolate sauce and giving him a shove towards Sydney, my gratitude will only be moderated by my (chocolate-induced) heart congestion. If you email me at alexis.harley@arts.usyd.edu.au, I'll send you an address. On the other hand, if there are any other takers closer to home, it might make more sense to bestow chocolate sauce upon them.
So, you date didn't work out quite the way you'd hoped. Ah well.
Still, full marks for effort and optimism!
... should read ... "your date".
You know you can get some divine Belgium chocolate, in a jar, that stays fresh in the fridge once opened. Or if not opened, it will keep safely in the bedside cupboard.
Damn, did i miss out on Sauce???
I'll have it, you can pack it up and send it to me via snail mail.
Don't know Ras personally, but I see she tips a mighty fine fedora (or is it a bowler?), and hereby cede anything that might resemble a prior claim to the chocolate sauce.
Interestingly, the sauce appears to have solidified now and is firmly congealed to the side of the pot. There's plenty for everyone, I'll divvy it up and send it round on consignment. Though not by Australia Post, you just can't trust those dudes.
Hmmm, I contradicted myself in the space of two comments, not bad!
I actually have had a bad experience with Australia Post recently - they appear to have purloined a parcel that was made out to this address.
It's Jesus' birthday soon. In his honour, I suggest a re-enactment of the feeding of the five thousand (with one pot of chocolate sauce).
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