Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
I have a friend whose husband was serving as a fighter pilot in the Falklands after the war. Apparently the penguins there were all fascinated by his jet every time he flew over. They'd all stand in a large group and watch as he swooped over them, unable (or too stupid) to turn their heads so that, like a mass of dominoes, they'd all topple backwards at once.It's amazing what passes for entertainment in the Falklands.
Is he sure they were penguins and not Argentinians in camoflage gear?Wouldn't that have been brilliant on YouTube though?
Anything at all with a clock in it's belly is forever banned from my residence. Amen!
Not penguins, Witchy. The Argentinians used to disguise themselves as large tins of corned beef. As a result they found themselves in a right old hash.
Prude Penguin blogger be comin over here pretty damn soon to comment on niceness of tummyclocks.
I am ever helpful River, click on the link and you won't be able to resist the penguin swim goggles.Fleetwood I want proof of age of that joke.Bwca, I thought of Prude immediately.
That link didn't take me to the penguin goodies.or should I topple over now?
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