In Edinburgh a man carried out an indecent attack on a lamb which was later found dead.
It happened in a field near Silverknowes Road, on a Sunday morning in the middle of winter. The Aussies do that sort of thing all the time, but at least they've got the hot weather as an excuse.
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In Serbia, ve hav saying: боље живи него мртав
Albert? It wisny me! Hotboy
Anna,
Я хотел бы встретиться с вами весело провести время.
Albert? Well done for still being alive! If my truck had broken down, and my doggie had died, and my woman had funged off ... well, I would have written a will with me getting all the nazi gold and then blown my brains out instead of hanging around for the denouement which will be surely horrible. But full of hanging on and self. Dearie me! If it wasn't for the half nakkid wummins and the fabulous ... are you getting another doggie? They are great. Get a Jack Russell terrier because they understand everything, or a collie because according to the Horizon programme, so do they! But you could just talk to the mirror. Hope this helps. Flatheids just don't get ra bliss! Hotboy
Hotboy. Да ли желите да ми делите? Иван је мужеван.
I say!
We're rather glued to this, here in Kalimbuka.
MM III
Hotters. I saw the Horizon prog. The border collie that recognizes words and brings you the article in question. That could help. "Fetch the next gold bar!"
Anna and Ivan, I hope you'll be happy together.
Mingers. I might click that when I get time. I'm sure it's helpful for someone.
Albert? Are you going to buy a doggie or not? The next one might outlive you. Well, it will. You can take it to Switzerland when you get the final curtain, and then somebody else will have to feed it. I'm definitely not wanting to live much passed sixty five. Seventy would be tops! Only flatheids want to live forever! Hope this helps you reflect on your mortality ... one of the four ordinary foundations. Hope this helps. Hotboy
Hotters, thanks for the help, but I've been reflecting on my mortality for decades, in fact back in the days when you were still a flatheid. I'm ready to go now, but I wouldn't mind still being around to hand you the pistol when you're seventy.
Albert? Are you going to get another doggie or not? Once you've got it, can we have a vote on it's name? I'd like to vote for Joe, or Joe. Just Joe. Die, Joe. Live, Joe. This is surely a great lesson on impermanence. Hotboy p.s. I hate watching doggy walkers picking up dog shite from the park. Please tell me you don't do that! I know you do! I can't say how horrible it is to know that this is so true!
Hotters. Doc Sigmund says you need to meditate more on freeing yourself from the faecal disgust. First step is coming to terms with your own turds, then you can move on to other people's. Remember, it's all just photons. What's the olfactory equivalent of photons? Putrons perhaps.
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