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Tuesday, 7 October 2008
The Hitch Nose best
Delighted to advise The Hitch is back in the barn, but this time with a mysterious female companion. Whatever can it mean? But when all is said and done he's the best (but regrettably at the same time the most malodorous) winter fuel gatherer the Estate has ever had. One presumes the woodpecker nose acts as a sort of park warden-style rubbish spike.
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well someone's got to say it
What the hell is that ?
Fuck knows
Nimrod.
Haddock,
That's an expensive coke habit, that is.
Mr Millardarse
The Turbanator was cleaning out a filing cabinet this afternoon
*He's had enough and intends to get tough*
(Said in voice of that movie anouncement guy) then lost the will to live having found things no normal person should ever have to see.
The advertising business is the hardest game in the world.
Well maybe being a member of the Taliban is harder.
TM - first you getta da money, den you getta da power, den you getta da bill.
Beast - you win the "obscure comment of the evening award"
I've seen probosci like this on my travels. Or watching Tribe with Bruce Parry on the gogglebox. Amazonia, I think, or PNG.
I seem to remember that they don't live to a very ripe old age. We'd better get max use out of the beast while we can; can you send him here in the winter to help with the ditches and the odd beating day, Tuscan?
His companion is very smiley TT which is heartening. Can he touch his nose with his tongue?
http://electro-kevin-electrokevin.blogspot.com/2008/10/phwoar-for-tuscan.html
Lils, he must be able to sniff at every mouthfull...
My Grandmother used to recall (regularly), a poor chap who had - I think - elephantarsis of the hooter. She used to regale us of how every year she went on holiday at the same place, she'd watch his conk get bigger and bigger, until it had to be held up in a bag...
Poor old sod eh?
Still that's nothing compared with the poor old Indian guy who had a pair cobblers as big as sack of spuds - rather painfull I'd say...
My guess is the cove must have been quite the liar in his youth.
Scrumpy nose. Two a penny down our way...
idle - certainly, I think he's getting to enjoy the beatings here from Paolo rather too much and is ready for a change of cudgel.
E-K - thanks, been over and enjoyed the spectacle. Not too much, though, you understand, he adds hastily.
scrobs - Elephantiasisis the only nasty disease one shoudl be allowed free licence to laugh out loud at. The unfortunate gentleman you refer to (I posted something on him a few months back) brings tears to ones eyes. Although, on the upside, imagine the prestige one would accrue pitching up to the local hostelry in a pair of tight-fitting Capri pants with that particular affliction.
Anon - we can look forward to a few prominent members of parliament looking like that in the next couple of decades then.
Elby - of course, but surely the nose of which you speak has a perpetual dew-drop on the end of it and is as red and shiny as Snow White's apple.
Thats what happens after all the fibbing that I do.
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