Photoshop.

This for Anne

Might not be here for long though...

Nature.

I thought I would post some recent photographs. A couple of weeks ago when we had our summer over here in Blightyland, I was visited by a Small Tortoiseshell who wandered in.
She was having difficulty getting back out however, but managed to settle down long enough for me to take a snap. She accepted the offered hand, and I carried her outside where she took to the free air leaving trails of chaos theory in her wake.

Thank you for visiting Small Tortoiseshell.

Just posting the one photograph seemed miserly, so to keep her company I took the the second picture today in the garden. I call him Toby.

There is also a secondary purpose to this post. I need to improve my html knowledge, therefore to that end, clicking on the pictures should fetch a larger view.

MAnHOOD

Never send a PM Vegan Chicken to the sales. When BB went shopping he got in a bit of a flap.
He was asking for chick stuff and they thought he meant chic stuff,
so he/we ended up with all these (expensive) trinkets.

When we were really looking for this stuff

Anyway there was some kafuffle and they chopped up my American Express card.

I'm not annoyed about the money. I've worked long and hard in my thrusting career to get that card, and it feels like they've cut my manhood in half.
I had to go buy a rug from the store, so we sorted it all out and got BB removed from the banned list & his photo taken off the wall of shame.

Interstitial Post.

Just to let all know of my present reading material.

You can also see I have additional ARDBEG fuel to keep me powered.
Just as well I stocked up on Shout then. Industrial Strength.

Kafuffle...

Providence Business News.
Dillard’s Associate chokes Chicken in pecker frenzy!

This taken from the Providence Business News (without permission) .

On Sunday 27th, a mad panta lunatic Chicken broke free from his chains in the asylum and caused havoc in the chic department at Dillard's Short Pump Town Center Store on Broad Street VA, which happens to be the nearest Store to Rhode Island.
Even though it's four states away, the Associates' curdled screams could be heard on Brown University Campus RI.
Special Forces were immediately dispatched and the Chicken over-powered by 295-pound testosterone fuelled Antonio who was awarded a medal for his bravery.

The Associate, Ms Katie Hawks, fainted as the fowl bird and Antonio peckered each other in a birling haze of leather and feather.
She was later quoted as saying she had "never seen anything like that before" and wanted Antonio's number.

Emergency Services cleaned up the biological waste left by the Chicken who was banned from the store. The cleaning material used was Shout Industrial Strength Carpet Barf.

RESULT!

Presented here is the result of Friday & Saturday night BB shenanigans.
This is the post de-briefing de-briefing.
His pecker stood up well to all the pressure and performed solidly.
Obviously the bic pen is a wonderful tool. I fancy the human equivalent wood would be an eighteen-inch sharpie.

BB is out at Dillard's sale looking for chick clothes, so please don't mention that these will be my Monday breakfast.

Does that make me a cannibal or just a prick?
Anyway, I intend to salt them, dip with 295-pound soldiers and allow the yolk to dribble down my chin while I eat them in the nude.

Depending on how your imagination works, you are now either in a whirlpool of ecstasy, or more likely, barfing on the carpet.

I recommend Shout for cleaning up carpet Barf. Works for me.

Unfortunately the ARDBEG consumed on Friday night by me, meant that I spent the weekend on my own, alone, unloved, undressed and in a pool of carpet barf.

Battery Chicken.

With BB revelling in his new found fame, he is decidedly gallus this evening. I on the other hand, am feeling a wee bit crabbit, usually because I'm tired by the end of the week. BUT we are both glad it's Friday, and to celebrate we are having a small Malt.














BB is waiting for the offers to flood in. He's convinced that Pfizer will be in touch. I'm not so sure. A PM Vegan Chicken is not my ideal sex paradigm.
Anyway, he's hoping for a hot hen tonight to do the wild fowl thing.

Wish him cluck...


GALLUS
(ga-luss) Dialect, chiefly Scot. ~adj. 1, self-confident, daring; cheeky.2. stylish, impressive ("See him, he's pure gallus, by the way") 3. Orig. derogatory, meaning wild; a rascal; deserving to be hanged(from the gallows).


CRABBIT
(cra-bit) Dialect, chiefly Scot. ~adj. 1. ill-tempered, grumpy, curt,disagreeable; in a bad mood [esp. in the morning].(often used in " ken this, yer a crabbit get, so you are")~n. by their nature or temperament conveys an aura of irritability.


HEN
(henn) noun 1. the female of any bird, esp the adult female of the domestic fowl 2. the female of certain other animals, such as the lobster 3. Scot (dialect) a term of address (often affectionate), used to women and girls

Blue-Beak

The Pantalunatic Rescue centre for papier-mache' chickens.

Blue-Beak came to me via my niece. She was going to throw
him out, just because he was fiscally challenged.
That's not really true. He was challenged in the beak dept.
mostly by not having one; thus this meant he could not be sold,
and like all guys with little or no pecker he was cast aside in
the chicken coop of life.

I immediately felt sympathy for reasons well, reasons, and adopted
him as my own. I also gave him a new blue beak from a bic pen.


I tried to get Blue-Beak to pose in a catsuit but he refused.
The sink however, was OK.

This post is dedicated to CASUAL SLACK.

From the heart...

Happy endings only happen in the movies.

Madeleinesix Blog

Post Script.
Madeleine has started to post again as of 26th Aug 2006.
Time will tell...