Sunday, February 15, 2009

Cats and carpets.

I like cats, I do, I have three of them so I must. But every so often this responsible pet owner feels like throttling her charges.
The Marklar, for no apparent reason, decided to pee on the large deep pile rug in the living room. said rug is now outside while I work out the best way to clean it and ensure the fragrant stench of cat wee is removed. For if not removed fully it's like an open invitation to reuse it as a bathroom.
Where is the Marklar now?
Sunning himself down the bottom of the garden, without a care in his one eyed bonce. Bah, a fine start to my Sunday.

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Friday, January 16, 2009

Retribution in a Can.


Row row row my buns, gently towards your stream, verily verily verily verily, naked I'm a DREAM.––≥





Gadzooks, what a busy morning, first I slept it in, then I had to have coffee, then I was bothered by work related stuff, don't folk realise it's Gingerday? Any hoo, having had a spare two minutes to myself to gaze sleepily and crankily over the papers, a story-only one-made me laugh out loud. So hell's bells, let's share it.

MONTERREY, Mexico – Four teenagers say police in a northern Mexican town spray-painted their hair, shoes and buttocks to teach them not to paint graffiti on public property.

Emilio Alfaro of Nuevo Leon state's Human Rights Commission said Thursday the youths have filed a complaint alleging that police in Guadalupe slapped, kicked and painted them with spray cans after detaining them for vandalism.

The youths are aged between 14 and 16. They presented paint-stained shoes and photos of their painted heads as evidence.

Guadelupe's police department says several officers have been suspended while the matter is being investigated.

The youths were fined more than $200 before being released on Tuesday.

Guadalupe is outside the city of Monterrey.


I'm all for it! Eye for an eye punishments. I would like to borrow a large cow or wildebeest and have it plop in a certain some one's garden in retaliation for his blasted dog pooing in my front garden the other day. Yack. If people keep insisting on delivering junk mail to my home I want their addresses so that I can wheel my green bin to THEIR home and deliver unto them all my junk. I want to find the filthy oik who put a scratch in my car and introduce him to a carpet cutter I won, I won't kill him, oh no, just leave a big long scratch down his cheek. Seems fair.
Don't it?

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