So things in the Riddled office have been a little slow what with Global Warming turning out to be caused by emails (Smut said) so we turned them all off. So then he says "What we need is some exercise" I said what about a game of "Chase the blind beggar through the street?"
And the blind beggar said "Sod that " and went home. This was unsporting and he will not get any porridge down the trousers tomorrow. So we had a lottery to be The Blind Beggar and the youngest member of the team Young Little Tim was lucky enough to draw the shortest rat tail.
The game went well although as can be seen above Smut kept making up rules and trying to pin the hat on the Blind Beggar which looked like it hurt. There are some nice rocks in the scene which we had thrown earlier.
Eventually the game was declared a draw and Young Little Tim was given Rabid Dog Treatment and will one day have a good job with Mrs Miggins's Falling Off Roofs show.
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Client's not liking white space and more ink on the page are singularly responsible for the warming thingy. This I do know.
supla, after lifting weights one might ask for more supla.
Another Kiwi was loath to include the nice rocks in the picture -- he said it was "mere vulgar pandering to the nice-rocks lobby" -- but I talked him into it.
Hitting him with rocks seems a little harsh but I hope that Young Little Tim won't press charges, will leave the past behind now that he's been given something to disconnect his mind.
Sure, and most of the attention is focused on the blind beggar, which is as it should be, although when I was one and twenty we used to play the game with a blind BAKER instead, and at the end of the game there were danish and bear claws for all, but I digress. Note the well dressed bloke on the left, just now distracted by that...
OH MY GAWD! What the HELL is that boy doing with that dog?
Jasper and Fangster are a close knit team, Mikey
Maybe Little Tim's time would be better spent acting as a Lazarillo for the Blind Beggar.
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