Oh dear
I appear to be out of the Polish Bisongrass vodka. And I'm onto my last bottle of the Croat stuff. It's time to plan a trip out of the country, or god help me I might even have to start buying my plonk at ASDA.
Well, it's been an odd few ones. This evening I departed the fun factory in the ever popular black beany hat and camo jacket in order to do watching of things that really need to be watched. Ended up awaiting rescue by a motorway as the official funbuggy blew out one of it's low profile alloys at eeek mph; no big drama and the steering wasn't even affected, which proves the Swedes make damned good cars even if that is a bit odd for a root vegatable.
Later, drove back wondering if I should go with a shovel tomorrow and recover the dead cat from the road down by the refinery; get it swept at the vets with a chip reader; at least let some caring owner know kitty's bought the farm; and why fate hadn't arranged something similar for the two muppets on scooters I saw last night, attempting to loft them, and suprisingly, succeeding. Why is it around here that every muppet can afford a big 2007 scooter (daddy buys them) and why must they ride them in close formation that'd shame the Red Arrows, and why don't they get skinned alive when they fall off them wearing track suit bottoms? Never mind, soon the beast will be back and I shall be able to blow them over with just the exhaust power.
Fact is I shall probably wuss out of the cat thing. There's a world of difference between having good intentions, and actually going and dealing with the messy stuff. As much as it upsets me to see the poor sod on the road, my cat's in perfect health and great form. I suspect I shall be selfish and make do with fusses from him instead. Shallow git, ain't I.
Well, it's been an odd few ones. This evening I departed the fun factory in the ever popular black beany hat and camo jacket in order to do watching of things that really need to be watched. Ended up awaiting rescue by a motorway as the official funbuggy blew out one of it's low profile alloys at eeek mph; no big drama and the steering wasn't even affected, which proves the Swedes make damned good cars even if that is a bit odd for a root vegatable.
Later, drove back wondering if I should go with a shovel tomorrow and recover the dead cat from the road down by the refinery; get it swept at the vets with a chip reader; at least let some caring owner know kitty's bought the farm; and why fate hadn't arranged something similar for the two muppets on scooters I saw last night, attempting to loft them, and suprisingly, succeeding. Why is it around here that every muppet can afford a big 2007 scooter (daddy buys them) and why must they ride them in close formation that'd shame the Red Arrows, and why don't they get skinned alive when they fall off them wearing track suit bottoms? Never mind, soon the beast will be back and I shall be able to blow them over with just the exhaust power.
Fact is I shall probably wuss out of the cat thing. There's a world of difference between having good intentions, and actually going and dealing with the messy stuff. As much as it upsets me to see the poor sod on the road, my cat's in perfect health and great form. I suspect I shall be selfish and make do with fusses from him instead. Shallow git, ain't I.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 1:15 am
1 Comments:
Get the beast back then take a shovel, clobber the hoodies while riding round bit like a mad max type figure.
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