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Boing. Boing. Boing. Boing .....
I was just singing the praises of le Ding to myself there. Telling myself what a loved Dog he is. He's mad. And hairy. And called " The Dingo Dog ".
Then it struck me: 'But, he's never seen a kangaroo.' Ye know how the old mind works, while ye fixing ye dinner. Head left pretty much to its own devices ....?
So, I thought; Should I buy him one? Ye know. Have it around the place. So Dinger could see it. Make him a Dingo Dog who Has seen a kangaroo, fuck ye very much!
But, then, of course, it'd scare the crap out of Pat's fucking cattle, wouldn't it? Anything and Everything scares the crap out of Pat's cattle! Rosie's a horse. They're absolutely fucking terrified of her.
And goats? Don't even think about it, sunshine! Goat so much as comes eyeball to eyeball with one of Pat's cowz? Fucking stampede time! Mind you; If I ran into some cunt with horizontally split pupils and horns? Don't think I'd have much to say either.
Kangaroo though? Remember " Upstairs, Downstairs "? Theme music to the tune of the song; " What Are We Going To Do With Uncle Arthur? " ?
I sing that to myself. Only, I use Dingers name: " Dingeler Ding the Ding's a Dinger Dingo ..... " Shit like that. Sorry. Where was I? Ah, yes. Kangaroo's. The mind wanders .....
So, of course would a kangaroo. Hardly just let one loose on the meadow out there and expect it to be around in the morning. Boing! Boing! Splash! Splash! Moooo!!! Thunder. Splash! " Ditch!!! Ye fucking kangaroo's amongst my cattle!!! "
Doesn't bode well, does it? Think I'll just settle for showing him a photo then.
This is a kangaroo:
This is a le Ding:
It's easy to tell the difference, look. le Ding has the smart new collar from Strong Stuff.
This is just SO Bad ..... It just goes to show; Ye've never quite heard it all!
Over on a forum someone's started the perennial " Strange Facts " thread. Of course, there's been some amazing. Some amusing. Some that just make ye sit there, shaking ye head. But, I just looked in there again and, suddenly, this tea feels a bit odd in my stomach.
Here's what " Swiller " just posted:
A list of strange things found stuck in arses by an A+E department.
A shaving cream can
A frozen fish (with the dorsal fin extended).
A bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's Syrup.
A pair of reading glasses.
A salami.
A curling iron.
A Rounders ball
A frozen pig's tail.
A whip handle.
Harsh, yeah? But, there it is. We're all grown ups and we know that people will and do shove things up their own arses. I guess it's their arses and they have every right to shove pretty much what ever they like up them ~ as long as no one else is being effected by it. Even reading glasses or rounders balls.
See, but none of that effects me. I too have seen " Mr Goatee ". No, what I left out of that curious little list there was the one thing which, even in my own world of strange experience, made me feel physically sick to contemplate.
Ye ready for this? I'm not making anyone else read this. Just click out if ye want to. Only, some fucked up fucker, apparently, got hold of and saw fit to shove up their arse, till it had to be removed by medical intervention .....
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A Kangaroo's Tumour!
I'm sorry. But That's just fucked up!
