Another lazy Sunday afternoon in
Tis spring in Kiwi land and the sun shineth like a shiny thing. My wife is out
shopping and I'm supposed to be doing the gardening. Instead I'm sitting
on the deck with the hounds drinking beer and writing my usual crap. So for
today's edification and enlightenment I thought I'd share some mug shots of the
mad, the sad and the bad. If a picture paints a thousand words, these
piccys state: I will go to gaol, a thousand times. And let's be honest, would
you want these miserable miscreants roaming your neighbourhood? Lock them up I
says, without trial and definitely without parole. Burning them alive is
the cheapest option. Petrol is cheap at the moment and our darkest nooks require
light. The dark holds terrors of things unseen, at least when viewed
straight on. They always lurk on the periphery, on the edge, never quite in
focus. Always fleeting and hard to accommodate. I'm starting to digress. New Zealand
A startled giraffe, anyone? I bet he is great at peering over tall fences.
Where did he go? He went that a way, perhaps. Is it wrong to mock folk with lamentable deformities? Yes.
"My felon has got no nose." How does he smell?" He can't as he's lost all his olfactory apparatus."
I'm guessing he was arrested at the barbers.
OUCH. That's what happens when you are tardy with the house work. I bet she was asking for it.
Arrested on the way to the dentist....
Yes, I know I'm a bad seed, but very successful nonetheless. Insight is not a path to recovery. There is no anodyne for what ails me. I say what people think. That's what happens when you are infested with a mind full of daemons. Arse.