As the 'Fat Cat', boss of your ISP , wakes from a dinner of cow and vet food, disappearing out of his flap in a puff of logic.
The phone that is Tribune plays a tinkle, tinkle, ding in tribute of some div testing my line. Engineer 26 + 2 due then?
Think of poor old Icdith. About to get shaken down for eating on duty, just eat cow+whiskers arrived at last, by his Fat Cat boss.
Rather than Icdith demanding capital investment in his she, I must restraw(wind), his boss under the spell of Fat Cat.
Defers' the problem to the mice.
Ans = 42, defer to mice, and repeat.
Meow, burp, puff, fight, hide, keep an eye out, see answer, the mice run everything, and quote random number. The answer?
What was the question? Answer my overdraft to the power of ten. Payed back after the end of the universe.
Anyone for tea and cake with Openreach tomorrow? He predicted who was going to win the league.
His Guru had better of had his readybreak. If not guru will glow with hair dryer on 11.
And repeat until somebody, Icdith and Fat Cat excluded, grows some bigger knowledge/language balls.
I've got yogurt to knit and tofu to weld. 7
Far simpler than frequencies down a wet string.
Yet impossible to understand?
Bora da dim pob nos star. Van-U-Like 'Its right up your street' Icdith moonlighting again! Absolutely true.
All forward and trust in the lord?
Edit: Names not made up to protect the guilty.