Oooh I had a compost bucket like that once. Weird gravity around it. Whenever you dropped anything in the kitchen it fell into the bucket to be lost amongst the onion skins and coffee grounds. Well, all the interesting kitchen scraps went into the chook bucket which was emptied daily, and hence less festy than the compost. Chook bucket was next to the compost, but seemingly outside the gravity well. Things never fell into that one except on purpose...
Oh no! What a tragic loss. There should definitely be an obituary. It reminds me of the time my mum lost a Donald Duck knife. It never did turn up. We've still got the Mickey Mouse spoon, but still.
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It's funny because it's true. And I think it really has happened to poor Jeff. Very sad.
Noooo. Poor Jeff. Did he not think to shout for help?
Oh no! Surely they could organise some kind of rescue mission?
Oooh I had a compost bucket like that once. Weird gravity around it. Whenever you dropped anything in the kitchen it fell into the bucket to be lost amongst the onion skins and coffee grounds. Well, all the interesting kitchen scraps went into the chook bucket which was emptied daily, and hence less festy than the compost. Chook bucket was next to the compost, but seemingly outside the gravity well. Things never fell into that one except on purpose...
And completely unrelated, James, I thought you might like this:
http://www.giantitp.com/cgi-bin/GiantITP/ootscript?SK=1
No! Not Jeff!
I don't know what to say. Trust you'll be giving him a proper send-off? In absentia, as it were.
Oh no! What a tragic loss. There should definitely be an obituary. It reminds me of the time my mum lost a Donald Duck knife. It never did turn up. We've still got the Mickey Mouse spoon, but still.
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