Friday, May 14, 2010
A scunner dorkly
It was a coup in the fight against Substance D when the Narcotics Department managed to recruit Mr Ed, but the downside was the problem of having to construct a Scramble Suit large enough for a horse.
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Fighting the wrong Substance there, arncha?
Seizure inducing equines are the Jews of Scramble-Suit fascism.
I'm sorry, did you say Scrambled Suit? Is that an antipodean breakfast meal comprised of horsemeat and eggs, perhaps?
Me, I'm more of a cream of wheat guy...
Mikey makes an understandable error there. He is referring to Scrambled suet, a kiwi breakfast favourite consisting of eggs and mutton kidney fat.
We do not eat the pinnacle of perfection sent from God, known as the Horse, here. This would deprive farm dogs of a valuable source of protein.
I believe I will now apply my rule #1:
Never let an Englishman cook your food
to the Antipodes as well.
NOM NOM NOM NOM
Yo Kea! You play on the nice swing? Eat the nice bird seed?
Ha ha
Balls.
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Ed Balls?
Ho ho Beri Beri!
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