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I got onto a bus and sat down. Standing near the driver was one of his colleagues, who seemed to be just along for the ride to keep him comapny 'So' said the colleague, 'Burrrn's night tonite!' (imagine a thick west-country accent) 'Hmph' went the driver, not really listening 'Mmm' said the colleague. There was a long pause ![]() 'Yep' exclaimed the colleague, pulling up his trousers...'The missis has taken the haggis outta the fridge an' says I can't come 'ome unless I peck up some neeps'
'Meeps?' replied the driver. 'NEEPS' said the colleague loudly....'Turneps'
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Nice Blog...Good Blog
Belated thanks to Mr Phil Evans who designed me this nice blog, including my own personalised header.
Any interpretations of what it's about?
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Today...
I saw three dead mice: one Mummy Mouse and two Baby Mice. They were on the carpet of the City of London Boiler Room where Phil, Andrea and Andy have been working and putting down poison as well. But their mouse-hatred turned into other things when faced with the carcases themselves. Andy reflected that he felt a little sorry for the Mummy Mouse who, with small outstretched paws, had been just trying to make it across the carpet to reach her poisoned babies. Andrea wanted to find more dead mice and went hunting through the building, checking all the corners and traps. Phil got on his hands and knees with camera phone to get the death portrait for his blog. Voyeur.
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