hissandtell - 2006-03-15 02:15:21
My husband has told me stories about his neverending series of pet sparrows when he was a wee lad living on a sheep property in the middle of the outback. They (sparrows, not sheep) were all named Poky (I'm not kidding) and all they ever used to do, no matter how lovingly he cared for them, was poo on everything and fly away in terror. And then, just when he thought he was making a crazy Dian Fossey-type breakthrough in reaching out to them, they'd die. So he'd have to catch another one in his sparrow-trap. Fortunately the property had a seemingly limitless supply of them. (Sparrows, not traps.) The end. Love, R xxx
hissagain - 2006-03-15 02:19:42
Also, please accept my apologies for that godawful boring comment above, which in re-reading is even more convoluted than I could have imagined. (But hey, you started it with the sparrow-talk.) x
NoGoodDaddy - 2006-03-15 08:02:16
Next time you find yourself peddling wares in my boring state capital, look me up. I know you love you some Raleigh!
BlanketMan - 2006-03-15 12:40:51
Blimey. Young Herschel was only in domestic bliss with Curley Sue for a couple of Postings before she kicked him out for Young Mordacia. You Americans.

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