I hear that a load of drunken Newcastle supporters have called all sorts of problems in Japan, the tight bastards. The two-leggeds went out for a meal the other night to celebrate something or other, I don't know what it was they never tell me anything. The little feller, what's he called, George yeah that's it, ordered a rib-eye steak and then decided that he didn't like it, which was good news for me. I wasn't too keen on the caramelised shallots in balsamic though, so I just pushed them to one side. Pooh count: 4, and it's not even teatime yet. I do hope it's sausages.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...