a fishy tale
Posted: Wednesday, 13 February 2008 |
5 comments |
well hello there me master is a snoring and I thankyou for the comments on me blog - I cannot take a glass of wine as it affects the old bowels but a wee dram or two appeals. I was happy to hear Sammy seal is alive and well so I took a quick fly over to yon loch and there was Sammy a sunning himself on this fine spring day. Sammy couldn't wait to tell me about a posting on Sunday a strange affair I can say, I must be asking Mr and Mrs Gullshit to contact me pal Charlie pigeon for news further afield. While chewing over the events from waters afar a russling noise we aheard by yon skip well Sammy seal hid his face and it was too much for me feathers to cope with me wings locked up and .................
Posted on a bridge too far at 18:52
Comments
well, a wee dram of what? Perhaps Bacardi!!!!!! Not sure you should be taking that either if the truth be told....Ach well.....oidche mhath...........
Beans from Over the water
so it's the wee dram that keeps you falling of your perch,
island threads from lewis
Come on wee birdie, tell us more.....or have you hopped back into your cage ?
HAWK from FROM THE HEIGHTS
The wee birdie is no longer bodily with us. It's being channelled back to us, bird lovers to a fault.
mjc from NM,USA
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
Flying Cat from watching the birdie
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