Monday, January 3, 2011
Vulgar little mouse
Beatrix Potter's family went to a lot of effort to suppress her last unpublished story, "The Tale of the Foul-Mouthed Mouse that was Banned from the Pub after drinking Snakebites and reciting Dirty Limericks and All 18 Verses of the Ball of Kerrymuir". Quite a shame really since the illustrations show the same scrupulous attention to botanical detail as the rest of her work.
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I would have liked to have seen that one. I would have liked to have illustrated that one. :)
Hmm, I squint and see half a mousetache.
Hmmm. Not so sure about botanical illustration, but that little bastards is CRAWLING in bugs.
Thanks, Aunt Bea...
bonnie and clyde - collateral damage
It mus mus be a vulgar mouse
Ahem: Favourite genetics story about mouses: A study was done over two years on the variability of the genes in mice that were located in a alpine meadow. They don't get out much so it was trying to look at the phenotypes blah blah blah.
The data for the second year showed a significant drop in numbers but essentially the same percentages of genotypes.
I asked why the drop in numbers and the guy said that the farmer put more cows into the field and this was thought to have caused the lower numbers. "The cows ate them" he said.
It's like a jungle out there
...fucking cows, how do they work?
This is the illustration for the scene where the mouse is showing how it can burp the Zambian national anthem and the cats spare its life because they think it's probably contagious.
that little bastards is CRAWLING in bugs.
ORBS. Or holes in the paper from bookworms.
"The cows ate them"
Carnivorous cows!
Also.
Praise be to God,
Praise be, praise be, praise be,
Bless our great nation,
Zambia, Zambia, Zambia.
Free men mice we stand
Under the flag of our land.
Zambia, praise to thee!
All one, strong and free.
Hah hah, we fixed that little bastard!!
How do you like White Plague, rodents? Spread from humans to rats by infusions of Stout.
that little bastards is CRAWLING in bugs.
ORBS. Or holes in the paper from bookworms.
Snow. Someone has 'shopped out the skis.
Proof of his vulgarity certainly involves drinking snakebites, but the other stuff just seems like bedtime stories for my kids.
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