bluegirl74
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But it's already called tom
It would rather be called Kev. Or Zab if he can get a really tough one.
But it's already called tom
You disrespectful heartless cow.It would rather be called Kev. Or Zab if he can get a really tough one.
Makes it a lot easier to smash the fucker's skull open with a tyre iron as well.Couldn't name it after a City player, too close to a busy road, I'd be gutted if Kev or Zab got squashed. I'll call it Granny Shagger. That should interest the neighbours in the evening. "Granny Shagger, come in, are you there, Granny Shagger"
I had a better idea but a search on Amazon for "Laser machine gun" didn't give the hoped for result.Makes it a lot easier to smash the fucker's skull open with a tyre iron as well.
Blow torch, much more fun. Tie the fucker's tail to the washing line and burn his paws with itI had a better idea but a search on Amazon for "Laser machine gun" didn't give the hoped for result.
They're too quick to catch. I did cover the iron gate with chicken wire. Cats running at full pelt bounce. Quite far.Blow torch, much more fun. Tie the fucker's tail to the washing line and burn his paws with it
Not after a rock to the ribs they're not.They're too quick to catch. I did cover the iron gate with chicken wire. Cats running at full pelt bounce. Quite far.
That's the odd thing, no turds, in my last house I had a new shit every day in the garden, this one they just wander around pissing the chickens off no turds. The younger of the chickens is a nutter so I'm thinking of letting her loose on the bastards.Just get a cat. Keeps all other cats away and you will only have one lot of turds to worry about.