I have this compelling desire to eat a rabbit pie with a thick crusty pastry top. Is it true that eating rabbit stops you going bald?
What rubbish!
(responding to edgar's statement as grumpily as I can.)
Mathos wrote:I have this compelling desire to eat a rabbit pie with a thick crusty pastry top. Is it true that eating rabbit stops you going bald?
...and I have a different compelling desire, to take that lightning rod and stick it...
I take that to mean KP believes the rabbit pie - alopecia theory un proven as yet.
Edgar, a Texan is a real groucher eh ?
like when ya 10 gallon hat springs leak, ya can only get 5 shells in ya six shooter & your 4 legged friend won't wear his new shoes you bought him.
Life is tough but if ya didn't have anything to moan about, you'd be as miserable as sin
oldandknew wrote:Edgar, a Texan is a real groucher eh ?
like when ya 10 gallon hat springs leak, ya can only get 5 shells in ya six shooter & your 4 legged friend won't wear his new shoes you bought him.
Life is tough but if ya didn't have anything to moan about, you'd be as miserable as sin
dont be ridiculous, horses dont wear shoes. Not even in Texas. Waistcoat occasionally yes...
I spect that waistcoat is real smart. with a gold watch across his chest & ALAMO spelt out acrosss the back
Cheroot in his gob, zippo lighter flickering in the wind with a made in Taiwan sticker on the base.
and ZZ Top singing about a Well Dressed Man
Mathos wrote:I have this compelling desire to eat a rabbit pie with a thick crusty pastry top. Is it true that eating rabbit stops you going bald?
Nope.
It'll even take the hare off your back.
A desireable after-effect, provided hare is not replaced by monkey (that thieving, duplicitous monkey).
Don't you think it would be worth me giving it a try though, I mean to say there are millions of them, digging up the countryside like lunatics and bouncing about in fields like they wanna be kangaroos or some similar jumper of an alternative nations making.
We could have rabbit day for instance.
Rabbit and chips day.
Rabbit and cabbage day.
And what about a rabbit franchise, look I'm gonna register this idea. Could make a bloody fortune out of rabbits, then there are the good-luck charms to consider! Didn't do rabbit much good though did they!
What else are they good for? They are simple mischief makers and nuisances.
Has anybody got the slightest objection to us making a fortune out of The A2K Rabbit Franchise?
The rabbinical community might register concern, given the propensity of communication fora such as this for committing typographical errors.
patiodog wrote:The rabbinical community might register concern, given the propensity of communication fora such as this for committing typographical errors.
Heh.
Wait until you upset the rabbits.
beyond this guy...
...i'm not sure who should be concerned.
I love rabbits. They are lovely little things.
We used to say about some of the young ladies -"She shags like a bunny" so I have always had a positive attitude to rabbits as a result. Pavlov explains it. I've been conditioned.
We had a large warren on the estate when I was a kid and I often helped the gamekeeper to catch a few with the help of a couple of ferrets which are lovely little creatures as well. So alert. It's just a method of getting nutrient out of clover which our stomachs can't do without it going through rabbits first. Like cattle do with grass which we can't digest either.
And they make lovely gloves.
Did you see that giant one that was eating the allotments up.
Quote: It's just a method of getting nutrient out of clover which our stomachs can't do without it going through rabbits first.
so you were brought up on rabbit droppings?
No. We used them in pea-shooters.
What happened to them? I haven't seen a pea-shooter for years. Are they banned? We sometimes put rabbit droppings in a paper bag and offered them to the girls as parched peas. That was a good laugh.
spendius wrote:No. We used them in pea-shooters.
What happened to them? I haven't seen a pea-shooter for years. Are they banned? We sometimes put rabbit droppings in a paper bag and offered them to the girls as parched peas. That was a good laugh.
So this explains your fear of women? They're all out for revenge?
Oh no Steve- nothing so comforting as that.
It's more "The last rasping gasp of the mantis's groom" type of thing.
Bill Greenwell caused quite a stir in the offices of the Literary Review when he included that little gem in an entry for the monthly poetry competition.
I bet you wouldn't believe I've been published in that. What a loss to Britishness when Auberon Waugh's military injuries finally knocked him down.
I wouldn't allow myself the luxury of thinking it was to do with revenge. If that were true one would only need be a good boy to avoid it.
