Thursday, 26 June 2008

Bovine poetry

Count the silly bulls
Grazing, regurgitating
Great bovine haiku

Y'know, I think I'll have lamb for lunch. Or the fabled thai chicken balls (which, I have decided, must come from sizeable, transexual chickens)

Lunch. Any regional representation would be welcomed, as they are the Head Office's poor cousins that no longer feel the stress of working in an uber-important place like head office.

Can you smell the sarcasm in that one, kids?



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