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My apple juice is gone. It is not in the fridge where I left it. There is no sign of it in the bin. It has disappeared without a trace. I am not impressed...
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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11 comments:
Have you considered that it ran away,it grew legs because it was sick of being drunk without being asked? Or maybe it was sick of being put in the cold fridge against its will. I know I hate being cold.
If it makes you feel better, think that it has gone to a better place where it can happily be apple juice, without the constraints of the apple juice carton, fluid and free.
Ahhh I think I already feel better.
....or maybe the Elephant that lives upstairs from Bec has nicked it. (Is it a Scouse elephant by any chance? Have you bothered to find out? This could be important, if you are to ever solve the Case of the Disappearing Apple Juice)
Any further thoughts-- will let you know.
P>S> You don't think that it may be part of a global and growing conspiracy do you? Could it possibly be blamed on Mr B (or even Mr.B??)
I doubt that the elephant upstairs went all the way to yours to drink your apple juice.
But if Victor did - I don't know if this is an account of him being a Scouse elephant or not (what is a Scouse elephant?) - it would make this incident rather creepy. Or just damn right out of line!
I think an "I don't believe it!" is in order.
All is well, silver linings or hidden blessing - which ever one you prefer for this circumstace, I have apple juice and a nice warming addition beginning with the letter A that we can enjoy on Thursday night. Before we head out for our Xenology project. We can have as much apple juice as we like without Victor! Hehehe
It would be even more alarming if Victor was to blame for the disappearing apple juice - because he's in Sweden! Are we talking about the same Victor, I wonder.......
Lucy, please educate your friend as to what a Scouse elephant is. Would have thought it's fairly self-explanatory - particularly if it is going around stealing the apple juice...........
Am getting very confused. Think that I'll go and lie down.
Love xxxxxxxxxxx
You're getting confused? The explanations given for my apple juice's disappearing act have been it growing legs and it being stolen by a Swedish-Scouse elephant called Victor. I for one must confess that I not only know no elephants but that I only know 3 Swedes, none of whom are called Victor, and none of whom are Scouse. Is it possible to be a Swedish-Scouser? Is this not an oxymoron? Are there any elephants in Sweden or Liverpool? And if yes, are they called Victor? If this can be proven true, I would love to know how the elephant not only made it to Fulda, but managed to climb the 74 steps to my apartment, broke in and then stole the apple juice without leaving a trace.
It is a mystery indeed...
No, No, No.
You are getting it all wrong. The elephant is the Scouser. And Victor is The Swede. They aren't the same personage at all. How on earth can you mix up an apple-juice stealing elephant with a nice young man who is far too good-looking to stoop to such thievery.
Millions on education down the drain......
I blame the parents!
Think I'll go and have another lie down - it can only do me some good.
xx
PS There are loads of morons in Liverpool - don't know any called 'Oxy' though. Does he live near me? In our road perhaps?
I think we are getting our Victor's confused. You see this one is an elephant, so to say and is I hate to admit it very good looking. He is not Swedish, but European.
He does on the odd occasion make me spontaneous shout "I don't believe it!" in an atrocious voice.
He would, (I would never put this passed him), steal someone's apple juice.
No wonder there was confusion, with two Victors, one an elephant, a misunderstanding of the meaning of Scouse and a good looking man from Sweden.
So, now that we have cleared it all up and learnt some new facts, the mystery remains, but is time for a new blog Lucy!
I realise Swedish is European, I meant to write Eastern European.
Glad that Bec realised in time that Sweden is in Europe. I understand the difficulty when you are used to looking at the map in an upside down country!!
Glad that we have finally sorted out the different Victors. I could have clarified the situation so easily days ago, if only I had remembered that 'our' Victor was in fact called VIKTOR and therefore a totally different person to the Scouse elephant with the tea-leaf tendancies. This is obviously all my fault - so many apologies girls.
I agree - what is the next blog adventure going to be about?
Love to Lucy from her doting Aunt xx
Dear Lucy, please could you bring your regular readers up to speed on the latest ' state of the toilet flushing mechanism' etc Or has your appartment returned to oder and harmony?
Is it getting any easier to borrow library books, or are they still putting all the useful ones in the reference section?
You see, i am getting really involved in your day to day trials and tribulations!
Love x
Well I for one would like to clear up the confusion about Swedish Viktor. He does have a bit of a devilish streak (as you can see by the picture I've sent to Lucy by email - I don't think I can upload it to the blogsite)
Anyway, he is also something of an elephant, if it wasn't for his terrible memory then I would say that he and the elephant are, in fact, one and the same....
Sorry to throw a spanner in the apple juice, to quote an old Swedish proverb.
But let's be honest, if you knew about his penchant for free alcohol - he is a student after all - then you would also suspect that he mistook said apple juice for cider. Oh dear! Enough said.
Oh yes, and while I'm busy throwing spanners in the apple juice, I might as well throw a double-whammy in to the fruit punch... If Erik and I ever produced offspring that would surely make them a Swedish-Scouser. Although hopefully not an elephant!
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