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The in-laws incontinent dog, mentioned on a previous post, the one that left a turd outside my bathroom last year Boxing Day morning, is dead, having passed in the early hours of Christmas Eve morning.
The in-laws incontinent dog, mentioned on a previous post, the one that left a turd outside my bathroom last year Boxing Day morning, is dead, having passed in the early hours of Christmas Eve morning.
I think you missed a trick there.
If it was early enough, you could have wrapped it up and had a surprise present for the inlaws.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
The in-laws incontinent dog, mentioned on a previous post, the one that left a turd outside my bathroom last year Boxing Day morning, is dead, having passed in the early hours of Christmas Eve morning.
That's really cheered me up!
( I don't care too much for dogs, certainly not incontinent ones! )
1. Exhaust blown on Mrs. W's car.
2. Exhaust blew on my car on way to Mother-in-laws on Dec 23rd.
3. Got back on 23rd to find roof leaking in storms and water pouring in through my bedroom ceiling (no roofers working until Tuesday).
4. Son spent boxing day being violently sick (NOT due to over indulgance the day before, I hasten to add!)
Quite frankly I'll be gad when it's all back to normal.
Been munching my way through 9lbs of (very) well cooked pork, and the missus asked me if I wanted a pork butty for brekkie.
So I says, nah, im fed up with pork, do me bacon and sausages instead.
So I got some funny looks and Im in the doghouse. what did I do ????
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