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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

squashed nuts

I'm lamenting the fact that my command of the English language is starting to spiral downwards. I happened to be at Marks and Spencer today with Mom doing some 'grocery' shopping, or in my case, biscuit shopping, and Mom asked me what was inside this particular chocolate bar and the first two words that came out of my mouth were "Squashed nuts". It should have been grated nuts or chopped nuts, but nooooo, it had to be squashed nuts. Mom and I were laughing ourselves sick in the middle of Marks and Spencer. It's like going into KFC and ordering "Smashed potato".

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