Hey, hey, Rochelle its that time again, the rain has been relentless today and so to see a sunny picture from Europe I’m guessing, possibly Spain or maybe southern France, is wonderful. Thanks to CEAyr for brightening up a thoroughly miserable and damp day, roll on summer or even the warmth of Spring, Ive always had enough of the winter by March. But enough of my problems and on with the important business of making myself chuckle; if you guys like it then that’ll be a bonus!
On my Marks…
No wonder he always looked miserable, he had been sat on that gelastic scooter for hours closing his mouth, holding his nose and puffing out his cheeks until he saw spots infront of his eyes. He just couldn’t disappear anymore, far less Grin about it.
The Whiskers argument with his brother in Cheshire was insane;
“8 out of 10 cats indeed!”
Vowing to never speak to him again, hidden in a decorators van, the next thing he knew he was on a ferry to Biarritz with a bastard behind the eyes and the van awash with cat sick, magnolia and methylated spirits.
There we are folks, 100 words on the nose, I took my inspiration from Alice in Wonderland and the brother of the cheshire cat losing his powers of invisibility, I’m sure some of you may get the whiskers reference, many probably won’t, that, i’m afraid, is an accident of birth.