The Poolie Bunker

chasing sheep is best left to Shepherds, altho once upon a time a number of us were legging sheep round a field in the Lake District. I was *this* close to catching one when it dawned on me what'll I do when I catch it?!

a drink had been taken, naturally

Jones the Sheepshagger is sitting in the corner of the pub, crying into his beer and bemoaning his fate. “Did you see that library in the town square?” he asks a passing stranger. “I built that, with my own hands. But do they call me Jones the Book? They do not.

“And that hospital on the hill? When I sold my business, I donated that out of the kindness of my heart. Half of my profits it took. But do they call me Jones the Doc? They do not.

“Look at the school, the finest educational establishment in all Wales. It was nothing before I came here. A patch of land. I paid for it all. But do they call me Jones the teacher? They do not.

“I f*** one sheep . . .”

Fat cheeky western hostages.

Chased a few sheep and had one stuck on barbed wire in Wales, but it escaped

before or after?

...Disgusting...combining 'sheep love' with sadism

they cornered the world market in bird flu

Aye but they're trying to share with the rest of the world. When you fill in the customs form for immigration here, one of the questions is 'Have you recently had close relations with poultry??'

Wonder how Cornelius would answer that one?? 'Yes but she wanted too much commitment.....'

During

I've poked a few pigs me like!!!!

DID THEY SQUEAL WITH DELIGHT?

daddle-um-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum

The one on the left looks like my 'uncle' Billy-Bob

Diddle-ing-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-dinggggg.........