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[eighty+]

Hi A quick Rough Starter ok CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ..............POZDRAWSKI

[eighty+]

Hi Up Early as couldn't Sleep ok time for Cornflakes with Banana OK CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ...POZDRAWSKI

[eighty+]

Hi a quick Starter A Lady With A Fan ok CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ................POZDRAWSKI

[eighty+]

Old Women frying Eggs Starter No1 ok CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ................POZDRAWSKI

[eighty+]

Hi The lady with a Fan and Halo CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ...................POZDRAWSKI

[D Akey]

Ah, I see the Browns moved in next door. You will become intimately acquainted with umber and sienna as is the custom among that lot.

I love the one with the fried eggs in a skillet. I wonder if the Spanish every painted cornflakes. After all, those little curly shapes floating in the milk's white canvas are the very definition of Baroque style.

Go Man Go!!!!!

PoseDrawSki! y ¡Vaya con a good breakfast!

[Caesar]

You left pope Innocent and his "famous" rapacious hand to move to Spain now! They were poor in dyes, alas, so You have to use plenty of black and white paint for their clothes ....

[eighty+]

Hi Capt'n Mac just Finn The Fried Eggs but the Browns don't like theirs Fried ?

HAIL O Caesar O Mighty One yes I would like to move to Spain all that sunshine would do my old bones good

To U Both CIAO STATTE BBUONO Si Si SLAINTE

[eighty+]

Hi The Jester is up to his old Joke ok CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE ...................POZDRAWSKI

[D Akey]

Ach! Laddie. . . no wonder the Browns do no like eggs. The lassie cooks like a welder.

She got her eggs so melded ta tha' skilled, why she 'ad ta call in tha' stone carver ta bring in his mallet chisel when a spatula dinna', nay, couldna' pry 'em loose.

Reminds me o' me besainted da, what could burn eggs like no other. . . an' fiercely proud of it, too. Definitley learned how ta cook from them Browns. . . Came from Cleveland, ye know. When I was about 3 y/o, after that burnt offering of a very dark and crisp egg breakfast, 'e bundled me oop, an took me to a Cleveland Browns (American football) game in a howling blizzard. Later, I think it's how they invented the game o' 'ockey. I look back an' wonder how the lads on the ol' gridiron kept from shattering upon impact. Oh aye, t'was that frigid.

Dad did try hard, I dare say, which secured his place in heaven. On the other hand, I think St. Peter probably kicked him out of heaven for stinking the joint up with his hellish cooking. Was me dad what seemed to be out to prove that eggs are a carbon based life form. . . if left in a hot skillet long enough. The poor lad, me dad, liked spam and powdered eggs as well--probably because you couldn't burn powdered eggs to cinder. His version of Paradise could probably be found on board a destroyer what took a direct hit to the mess. The flames might then be hot enough to cook an egg. Thereafter, it took me decades to like eggs.

Anyway, it's all looking splendid, Mr Ploos.

PoseDrawSki! y ¡Vaya con eggs ala carbon somethin' terrible!