I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Gourmet Dog Bakery?
I'll have a hot-dog, please, with onions and mustard.
Boys........geesh! What wired your brains to be so literal?? Any self-respecting bubble town inhabitant knows you buy gourmet treats for your beloved pets at a dog bakery .... palmeras anyone? peanut butter dog biscuits???
Baked dogs? Must be a Texas thing. We only eat old beans here.
ReplyDeleteCary? Cary Grant? I meant "carrey" of course.
ReplyDeleteBoys........geesh! What wired your brains to be so literal?? Any self-respecting bubble town inhabitant knows you buy gourmet treats for your beloved pets at a dog bakery .... palmeras anyone? peanut butter dog biscuits???
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Oh.
ReplyDeleteA dog-bakery is clearly a place where they bake dogs.
ReplyDeleteIf this place sold treats for dogs, I'd bet you'd return to the car and find Fido missing.
And if you returned to the store, you might hear a pitiful whimper, from the kitchen, hot pies coming soon.