Method in the madness

welcome back.

heard it yowling. ignored it. went out the back for a smoke. heard it yowling, out front, i thought ..... unlocks the gate, goes outside for a look .....

across the road, i see him, a fox, lying down, yowling in pain ....

i step forwards .... he sits up a little .... a car approaches .... it passes .... pulls into the drive across the street .... my taxi driver neighboor gets out .... looks at me .... "wtf are you doing ?" i see him think .... the fox, in pain, i almost voice ....

he goes into his house .... the fox yowls .... i take a step towards it ....

mr foxy stands up .... and trots off down the street .... bastard !!!!

in pain my arse ! and now my neighbour thinks i am a loon, wtf ?

grrrr. you know, i really wish you had never, ever, mentioned that fucking fox .... zagga

pleasant dreams.

" but I thought you said NFWS .... "

welcome back, gentle reader.

I know I know, but I just could not resist ....

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sent my mate zagga a wee text today ....

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" nagging doubt .... that pallet .... was it owned by the NFWS ....

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National Fox Welfare Society .... "

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boom boom !!!!

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he is obv in great pain, the response took at least 5 minutes ....

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" LOL thats almost funny, you cuuunt ! :-) "

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( there is now an Official "zagga bounty" oan ma heid, in The Return of the britBloggerment ! )

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( lmfao, how much ? .... you tight cuuuunt !!!! )