Not the definition of breeding you were thinking, no wellies involved.
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Not the definition of breeding you were thinking, no wellies involved.
They have laws that explode now?
My ex stabbed herself through the palm of her hand separating frozen burgers. Severed the tendon to her middle finger. She was a chef by profession 🙄
This is my local line. To be honest the squirrels were probably just stunned that the train turned up in the first place.
Shouldn’t come as a surprise. It’s been known for a long time that many members of the mammal species Homo Sapiens are able to speak out of the same orifice 🙂
In other news police in the Japanese city of Nagoya are investigating the mysterious disappearance of some valuable diamonds from a local museum.
There was a BT one adjacent to the night club in Caversham where the back of it was completely rusted out and it stank of piss. That wasn’t due to dogs though. A real fucking delight to have to work in it 🙁
Disgraceful. Who does she think she is, Paula Radcliffe? 😇
Reading through the comments to this and all I kept thinking was, “Mrs Yeti Goosecreature, you’ve got a funny name, haven’t you?” “Yes, yes, it’s Simon.” Anyone else that old here ? 😀
Now I’ve never watched this programme but now I’m assuming it’s set somewhere below the Mason-Dixon Line, yes? 😉
Paging Mr Burke & Mr Hare.
Until I saw this I didn’t feel I’d missed anything worth seeing having not watched the Opening Ceremony 😀
“Can’t park there mate.”
They’re absolutely cuckoo… #sorrynotsorry
I guess this isn’t the same duck: A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham sandwich. The landlord looks at him and says, “But you’re a duck!” “Your eyes work”, replies the duck, wryly. “And you talk!” exclaims the landlord. “And your ears”, says the duck. “Now can I have my beer and my sandwich please?”. “Certainly”, says the landlord, “sorry about that… it’s just we don’t get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?”. “I’m working on the building site across the road”, explains the duck. The landlord watches, astounded, as the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves. The duck visits regularly for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town. The owner of the circus comes into the pub and the landlord says to him, “You’re with the circus aren’t you?, I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus - he talks, drinks beer and everything!”. “Sounds marvelous”, says the owner, “get him to give me a call”. So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the landlord says, “Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money!”. “Yeah?”, says the duck, “Sounds great, where is it?”. “At the circus”, says the landlord. “The circus?”, the duck inquires, a bit bemused. “That’s right”, replies the landlord. “What, the place with the big tent?. Big canvas roof, hole in the middle, canvas walls, animals in cages?”, asks the duck. “That’s right!”, says the landlord. The duck looks confused. “What the fuck would they want with a plasterer?”
Of course if Ming The Merciless was behind all this they’d definitely tell us, wouldn’t they? 😉
This has to be a wind-up? #sorrynotsorry
It’s OK so long as the plastic isn’t PTFE otherwise your hand will keep slipping off the end…
Any story about a children’s entertainer inevitably reminds me of Coco the Scab 😀 https://youtu.be/s1VvF9ziXNI?feature=shared