The judge looked over his spectacles.
“Fox, you are a miserable contemptible grub” he spat.
“There is no point denying your crime – you were caught in action, knife in hand.”
“You have paint on your hands – and this is not the first time!”
“You are a serial knifer of the worse kind – Have you forgotten your grotesque unnatural Silhouette Series?
And try as you may, surely your disgusting obsession with cliff faces cannot be wiped from your warped and wicked mind.”
“Now – look at me, look at me! – today you have crawled out from whatever dark and filthy hole you call home and combined the two crimes – Silhouettes on a Cliff Face”
“Is there no end to your filth!?”
“How do you feel about this, Ant Fox my lad?”
“Are you sorry? Do you regret what you’ve done?”
(A shuffling of feet and clearing of throat).
The old bent artist stammered a reply
– “I don’t regret it yet – it’s a work in progress!”
ABC News is on here in Adelaide.
I think Emma might have done something (subtle) with her hair, and she isn’t wearing a jacket.
Now, she looks very nice, but I am a Lutheran – we don’t like change – it makes us uncomfortable. …. She isn’t wearing a jacket, but a very attractive red top instead.
She certainly is lovely woman, intelligent, well spoken, well groomed – and she really is a great news reader, but now I am so uncomfortable … I’ll have to watch through my fingers.
I hope she’s back to normal on Monday.
….. next thing you know, a light bulb will need changing, and it’ll just be just all too much … all too much …
Oh change – don’t let it happen!
Rabbit wrinkled his nose. “I have a question”.
The Major frowned at his furry roundness.
“Can I talk?” puzzled Rabbit.
“I mean, do I have the capability to converse – one to one or to a group of listeners, sharing my thoughts and feelings, my fears and joys, my wants and needs?”
“I’ll take that as ‘No'” lamented Rabbit.
At The Prancing Pony.
The Oldster Gang rode into town.
They mosied on into the saloon and fronted the bar. “Line ’em up, barkeep” they snarled. A hush fell over the saloon room. “And a nice little bowl of yummy, nibbly, nutty things too please – if that’s OK with you” the desperadoes added.
Count Confusabunovich the famous Transylvanian rabbit hypnotiser fixed his crazed, Vincent Price-like gaze on the eyes of his furry captive.
“I have you, my fluffy bunny-one … look into my eyes – you will not escape sleep this time”
Rabbit rolled his eyes and waved his lop ears.
“Oh give it a rest you toothy git and give me my carrot!”
“Oh” exclaimed the Count.
A Rare Archival Magic Lantern Slide Of The Famous Transylvanian Rabbit Hypnotist Majesto Confusabunovich.
Genetic Modification of Plants – has it gone too far?
I found this in a supermarket
– startling evidence that genetic engineering of food crop plants has gone overboard! …
Ask yourselves, what results could we anticipate if crumbs from one of these modified crops were to blow into the fields of farmers growing straight normal Bok choy? I shudder to think!
Isn’t it time geneticists stopped playing Divine Baker?!
It is possible that the punch line is stolen … I really can’t remember (or care)
I was absolutely stuffed earlier today.
Then the doorbell rang. It was the Grim Reaper. I chased the old bugger off with our vacuum cleaner. I was Dyson with Death.
… Thank you, thank you – I’m here all week!