Friday, April 3, 2015

Yes the light, that never, never warms

This is always good advice:
In particular, do not provoke the cliffs with your karate or your Saturday-Night-Fever dance moves.

Cliffs may retaliate with ORBS ice boulders.

5 comments:

rhwombat said...

If one incubates it appropriately, it hatches into a molehill.

The mass migration of larval molehills up glaciers, (also known as #@&^()! moraine) from their hatching colonies in the foothills to the breeding grounds in the upper ranges has been severely affected by both climate change (since this leads to perturbations in sex balance of mountain populations) and predatory peak-baggers, who prey on mature, breeding mountains in summer.

The problems of Mountain collapse are now being addressed by some specific measures, including an an ambitious plan incubation of molehills on isolated sub-antarctic islands followed by re-introduction to sanctuary areas in the Himalaya patrolled by armed Kakapos, trained by Kea's of the elite NZSAS.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Those cliffs have a habit of sneaking up on you ninja-style. They're like grues in that regard.

Smut Clyde said...

armed Kakapos, trained by Kea's of the elite NZSAS.

I am now forced to link to a story about Kea Guns.

rhwombat said...

Keas were one on the coat of arms of the NZ Nephrology Society (due to their legendary fondness for sheep kidneys), giving rise to all sorts of unsavoury jokes by we degenerate West Islanders about practicing renal biopsies on sheep.

rhwombat said...

...onCe...