Remember that bit in Rocky with the stairs and the running and the euphoria? Doesn't happen around here. I had a quick check on Google Earth for any steps in town. Nothing. I ended up running down the road for a bit. It was rubbish, really. I sort of blacked out when I got round the block. When I came too, a dog was licking my toes. The next time I go running, I'm going to wear shoes.
After feeling the burn and when the dull ache in my chest and pain down my left arm had subsided, I set about chucking the rubbish and cleaning frostys cage. Frosty has gone a bit recluse recently. I told Koulla that maybe it was due a putting down. Upon hearing us, Frosty sparkled to life and starting juggling and reciting Shakespeare. The little shit only performs when death is looming. A bit like Bruce Forsythe.
Someones been knicking apples from my tree! Im going to sit out tonight with a blanket and shotgun to catch rustlers. Ain't no man taking fruit from my tree. I texted Mugabe about what I had planned. I sent him the following:
Me: Dude, Im like you only the apples represent the election and they belong to me. ROFL LOLZ!!!!1111oneonedemocraticvoteerror!!!!
He hasn't replied yet. He did say he was busy these days. Arafat always had time for me back in the day. I miss him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
My body is a temple too - that's why I leave my shoes on the outside.
You're right about catching scrumpers with a blanket and shotgun. I'm, as you know, a West Country lad and my Grandad used to use a similar technique.
Simply sneak up behind the felon in mid-scrump, throw the blanket over their head and then shotgun them right in the face.
Learns 'em every time. Don't forget to shout "Get Orf Moi LAAANNND" maybe in Greek, to confuse any witnesses.
Post a Comment