Or in this case Young's prime cod fillets. Never have I ever seen anything look so fucking unlike the picture on the box in all my sorry fucking life. If they'd have had a picture of a very small grey flat thing wrapped in shit then it would have been a pretty fair representation of what the box contained. Instead, for marketing reasons I assume, they chose to adorn the box with a lovely sparkling white super flakey piece of cod wrapped in a succulent golden batter. So of course the ungrateful two legged lot won't eat the shit, so I have to have it for me tea. Me. A Border Terrier that happily eats other dog's shit in the park for fun faced with three and a half fillets of this excrement. I'd rather gnaw me own paw off thanks. A terrier turd on a stick is on it's way to these wankers. Look out for it inside a box marked "gourmet sheek kebab" in a frozen food aisle near you shortly.
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...