Reminds me of this poem. I woke up early one morning, the earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird perched upon my window sill. He sang a song so lovely,so carefree and so gay, that slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places,of laughter and of fun, it seemed his very trilling brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed, then gently shut the window and crushed his ****ing head. I'm not a morning person.
Nice clip Stan, but was I the only sicko that was expecting a moggy to come crashing down on the poor little ****er?
I think there’s a vid out there of a child throwing a bird up and the pet dog or cat catches it in its mouth and scarpers! Someone clever might find it
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Despite being an old traditionalist, I think that's a nice looking thing - I packed in playing a few years ago after doing the rotator in my left shoulder, flogged all my clubs after a few years but couldn't bring myself to sell my putter, a Ping Anser, that I'd picked up at a car boot - after years of chopping and changing putters it became ''the one'' that helped my improve my scores dramatically. I still have it, not for playing golf like, it's down the side of the bed ready to twat any ****er burgling my house with
Ooh Fletcher's in the background, had a weakness for their savoury sausage rolls back in the day ~ I've probably got dormant CJD with the 'contents' back in then ...
I love looking out on my back garden when it's snow covered. It's the only time it's as good as the ****ing poncy neighbours
