July 25th 2008
The Moose Herder and the Moose and the Calves and Pencil Boy had got to the stage where my very existence was in wheel of fortune …………. BOLLOCKS ……… I meant jeopardy, sorry! ………………. The Brits very existence was in jeopardy and he was worrying about getting symptoms of white trash! After finding himself wanting to buy dip, wear more and more wife beaters, swearing before and after each and every word and absolutely refusing to wipe his own bum it became apparent that I was on the verge of White Trashism .
Thus it was beat them or join them ……………………………………….
So, the Brit set his alarm for somewhere in the ‘middle of the night’ (don’t want to specify just in case I get found out) ……………… It was 3am and only the mouthy calf was up on the PC as always and the Brit waited for her to make a trip to the loo and then made his move ……………….. most of his stuff had already been sneaked out by virtue of a tunnel, a red cross volunteer helicopter and a rather cunning rabbit…………..
CUNNING RABBIT
I was wearing a NASCAR cap, Bubba teeth, off white vest, dodgy jeans with holes, odd socks and mismatched boots. I fitted right in because as usual The Moose Herder had upset the Moose and all hell once again broke loose, so whilst the confusion was taking place in the Moose Barn I walked out just like I was one of them ……………….. Waiting around the corner was the cunning rabbit on a Harley Heritage Soft Tail with the motor running and the Brit ‘ran like hell’ and leapt on the bike like a gazelle on heat and the bike took off to The Hilton in Cluskin!
FREE AT LAST …………………….
The only thing that The Moose Herder had for ransom is the Brits motorcycle ………. will he get it back? Will the bike become a Moose Machine? …………. Will the Moose turn up to be a closet biker and marry the biker and get shut of The Moose Herder ……….. we’ll have to wait and see!
The Moose Herder and the Moose and the Calves and Pencil Boy had got to the stage where my very existence was in wheel of fortune …………. BOLLOCKS ……… I meant jeopardy, sorry! ………………. The Brits very existence was in jeopardy and he was worrying about getting symptoms of white trash! After finding himself wanting to buy dip, wear more and more wife beaters, swearing before and after each and every word and absolutely refusing to wipe his own bum it became apparent that I was on the verge of White Trashism .
Thus it was beat them or join them ……………………………………….
So, the Brit set his alarm for somewhere in the ‘middle of the night’ (don’t want to specify just in case I get found out) ……………… It was 3am and only the mouthy calf was up on the PC as always and the Brit waited for her to make a trip to the loo and then made his move ……………….. most of his stuff had already been sneaked out by virtue of a tunnel, a red cross volunteer helicopter and a rather cunning rabbit…………..
CUNNING RABBIT
I was wearing a NASCAR cap, Bubba teeth, off white vest, dodgy jeans with holes, odd socks and mismatched boots. I fitted right in because as usual The Moose Herder had upset the Moose and all hell once again broke loose, so whilst the confusion was taking place in the Moose Barn I walked out just like I was one of them ……………….. Waiting around the corner was the cunning rabbit on a Harley Heritage Soft Tail with the motor running and the Brit ‘ran like hell’ and leapt on the bike like a gazelle on heat and the bike took off to The Hilton in Cluskin!
FREE AT LAST …………………….
The only thing that The Moose Herder had for ransom is the Brits motorcycle ………. will he get it back? Will the bike become a Moose Machine? …………. Will the Moose turn up to be a closet biker and marry the biker and get shut of The Moose Herder ……….. we’ll have to wait and see!
A typical Gazelle on heat
Closed captioning for Escaping the Clutches Of The Moose (or is it Meese) Herd sponsored by:
Wee Willy’s Widgets
Wee Willy & Friends
and
Sally’s Super Sox of Tarpon Springs
and
Sally’s Super Sox of Tarpon Springs
DODGY SOCKS
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