Mr Weazle likes sausages and says there's loads of good UK ones; plain, with herbs, some with veg or fruit added ... blah.
It's just the meat content which gives me the heebie jeebies ... ears and nostrils and all the chewy, evil bits that you wouldn't ordinarily put in your mouth. Lumps of fat, pieces of gristle .... oh god, the thought of it makes me gag.
Behind my home there is a bit of woodland with a Public Footpath running through it. It's meant to be used for people who are walking.
There is some piece of filth bloke going up and down it on a Quad Bike and on his knee he has a small child of about 9 months old, which he is holding with one hand whilst controlling his vehicle with the other.
He is wearing shorts and flip-flops and neither he nor the baby have protective headgear.
I am contemplating going out and having a conversation with him.
FiFi LaFeles
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Behind my home there is a bit of woodland with a Public Footpath running through it. It's meant to be used for people who are walking.
There is some piece of filth bloke going up and down it on a Quad Bike and on his knee he has a small child of about 9 months old, which he is holding with one hand whilst controlling his vehicle with the other.
He is wearing shorts and flip-flops and neither he nor the baby have protective headgear.
I am contemplating going out and having a conversation with him.
Maybe just offer to babysit while he's out riding. Kids are fun.
WAAAGH!!!
Really though, what sort of bozo puts a tiny child into such a potentially dangerous situation for the lulz.
It's a very rough Footpath, full of potholes and raised tree roots, blind bends (hopefully he won't meet some schoolkids coming the other way, it's used regularly be them as a shortcut from our only local bus stop).
Really though, what sort of bozo puts a tiny child into such a potentially dangerous situation for the lulz.
It's a very rough Footpath, full of potholes and raised tree roots, blind bends (hopefully he won't meet some schoolkids coming the other way, it's used regularly be them as a shortcut from our only local bus stop).