Besides, Benny and Gautam are old friends. They knew each other before they let BiPB out....
Here is Gautam and Benny in the good old days.
Take a close look at that photo, Dag. Gautam is smiling for the camera, enjoying a perfect, blissful day, when suddenly..... Benny attacks! The picture was taken milliseconds before Benny ripped out Gautam's throat. I remember that day, Bloody Wednesday -- the day Benny went on a murderous rampage and left of path of torn and ravaged people in his wake. Gautam barely survived that ordeal. He still carries the scars.
I know this is war, but how could you be so cruel?
Ya olde liarrrr! Can't you see Gautam is holding his paw gently and fondly?!
He also liked Gautam's mom. They both were fond of ballroom dancing.
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A last, feeble effort at saving his life. That seemingly laughable gesture on Gautam's part may have actually saved his life. I remember Benny being momentarily confused when he felt the gentle caress of Gautams hand. That confusion slowed the descent of Benny's teeth into Gautam's neck just enough to prevent a main artery from being severed.
It was indeed quick thinking on Gautam's part.
I'll tell ya one thing, I... I.... oh hell, I forgot what I was going to say.
Hardly so. You don't know Benny, so I will forgive you, but to those of us that know him well this is a very sensitive subject. His disfigurement only added to the kind heart that he had, he would give anything up for his friends. And although he could only walk a few steps on his weak misshaped legs, he went to great lengths to offer support and a kind word when one of us would be going through some diffucult time. Dear old Benny, can't wait to see him again.
I'm just not into Bear baiting, I see a bear and I ususally just cross the street avoiding eye contact. Them bears have really bad eyesight anyway, but one little fear-fart and they can smell you miles away. My best advice is stay down-wind and avoid cabbage. Also, they really hate Slim Whitman music and pan flutes.
Is that what he looked like after you and Eva were finished with him?
Hmmmm, perhaps I've underestimated your skills. I might have to recruit more help.
Gautam's mom looks rather Slavic....I thought he was Indian. I'm putting my money on Benny.
nah, that's a wig, she was trying to look slavic, because everybody digs the slavic look, the best of the looks. go ahead cav, put your money on benny, with added years he added a few pounds on, so if you place your money on his belly, they will stay. in fact, you can play poker on his belly these days.
Slavic, Slovak, Tomato, Tahmahto...let's call the whole thing off. In the old country, at least the old country my family came from, it was Slavic. Anyway, I shall put my money on Benny, and hope I win a hand of poker.
Easy there, the Slovaks are a very specialized bunch of Slavs. But I will gladly join you in a game of poker on Benny's belly - sooo tired from waiting around for all those tractors to roll in.
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got a Brand New Key," by Melanie)
I drove my tractor to your haystack last night (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Now something's telling me that you'll confide in me (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Come on now darling, you've got something I need.
'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
We'll have twins and triplets, I'm a man built for speed (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
And you know I'll love you darling, so give me your hand (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
But the thing I want the most is all the acres of land.
'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Phwoar, she's a lovely bit of stuff and all.)
For seven long years I've been alone in this place (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Pigs sleep in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace (ooh-aah ooh-aah),
Now if I cleaned it up, would you change your mind? (ooh-aah ooh-aah)
I'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime.
'Cos I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony;
I've got twenty acres and you've got forty-three,
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Who loves you baby?)
Weren't we a grand couple at that last Wurzel dance?
I wore brand new gaiters and me corduroy pants, ha-ha-haa!
In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand,
We had our photos took and usholding hands!
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key,
Now that we mow past our hedges I think that you and me
Should stop this gallivanting, and will you marry me?
Now I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.
(Arr, you're a fine-looking woman and I can't wait to get me hands on your land, a-ha-ha!)
Oh Piffle! Come one people. It's obvious I have the best avatar.
Play with your tractors! Go ahead! Muffy here has got her Red Rider and if ya'll don't watch it someone's gonna get their eye poked out!
Combine harverster!?! Good lord, that's where the word gombay, used in my mother's village where the world ends probably comes from. They must have had some Englishman there at some point, since even the Hampshire hens that roam around are called 'hemzhirky'. Nowhere else in Slovakia. Lord bless your heart, Setanta!
littlek wrote:Muffy? Muffy the cat?
You got it! No one messes with the lil tiger striped kitten..
Muffy is clearly confused as to how to manage the controls there....I am hesitant regarding my bets...
