If I hook up this cable we should be able to surf the net for free!
Stone the crows Batman, them damn Tokyo crows are back. Yes, they’re returned and they ain’t happy. Having successfully rid the city of crows a few years ago by luring them into mayonnaise traps and exterminating them, the city has once again fallen into the hell that is the crow.The black menaces are back to their nasty ways, scaring the little kiddies, ripping through garbage bags, pooping on pedestrians, claw fist punching people’s heads and chewing on the city’s high-speed Internet network. Hang on, what, excuse me, not the friggin fiber optic cables people? Hmm, seem all that high tech cabling stuff is great for nest lining. One cheeky crow successfully stopped a bullet train in it’s tracks by ripping up a cable. Bird experts are saying the government are under estimating the intelligence of these birds. The older ones wouldn’t be seen dead going near no mayonnaise traps and scoff at the very thought!
In Scotland my cousins had slug guns which was usually the first gun you ever owned. Most young boys had one over there especially in the country. Now, my two cousins were really naughty. Their father was in the Airforce and away in India at the time when Michael got himself into a bit of hot water with the local constabulary. A one man show in our village. On every corner there was a pub as drinking and socialising is about all they do for a pastime. It seems that Cous was a better shot than he thought and managed to shoot a rather large menacing crow down the chimney of one of the pubs. He must just have winged it cause it flapped so friggin much there was soot flying everywhere. then it landed in the fire much the the patrons horror. His mother who is mum’s sister and another Mrs Bucket was mortified and
promptly sent him to Gran’s house as a punishment. As if chopping wood and stacking the coal was punishment, we loved it. He was more dangerous with an axe than a slug gun. Stupid woman. Punishment nothing, we had a ball there. I suppose back in them good old days we were a little like the Clampettes. We could see no harm in anything lol
An Irish friend of mine was telling me the other day that as a kid he use to set fire to a brown paper bag on neighbor’s porches, knock on the door and run.
When the owner came to the door of course the first thing they would do was stomp out the flames. Unfortunately that bag was full of shit. Did I laugh.
No joke: I saw the birds at the base theater, and as I was walking back to the barracks, birds started dive bombing me and everybody else walking. Talk about freaked out.
They probably thought you would make a great lining for their nests!
Loon what have you started? We just took Tillie for a walk on the wetlands and the Maggies are everywhere with their young.. They were chasing us off, even the young which I might add are now quite big. All out in full force. Isn’t it early for them? Not even spring yet.
It’s the wheatgrass Ann…didn’t I tell you it attracts vicious animals….whoops, my bad?
LOLOLOLOL Maybe it was my silly looking uncool Kathmandu beanie with the ear flaps they liked . They were probably thinking WHAT IS THAT? I laughed on the wet lands though as we pass a house and they have a brand new puppy Border Collie called Meg. Well these houses back on to the wetlands and you can see all of their backyards. Well Meg is still very young and today she had chewed all the heads off the garden lights all around the garden. She’s got a brand new kennel and the mattress was dragged out and she had the stuffing all over the yard. I was killing myself laughing as she’s just adorable. I said to Meg that I’ll probably hear her mummy yelling at her from my place tonight.