So the old dog has gone a left blighty for a new future complete with apartment, new job and new baby.
I am of course speaking of my dear friend Captain Beefy and his (no doubt soon to be “i’m not having a child out of wedlock” wife) Mrs Buzzard. They have left the nest and built (rented) new digs in Canada - never to be seen again.
But that does’nt stop Beefy popping up on my GMail talk facility and telling me that he needs a crap! To quote:
I suppose this is what the internet has come to. We rambled on a bit and then he had to dash…
It’s nice to know he is still “there”. Somewhere across the Internet cosmos, smoking a fag, nearly crapping himself.
It’s what the internet is made for!
Well, it's not a giant lizard slaying robot and its not a new religion.
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Thanks for sharing my toilet habits with the blogosphere you little imp :o)
I’m not that far away, I just travelled back in time 8 hours. Next time you take a dump and its essence wafts up into the stratosphere, think of me as the earth turns and 8 hours later I shall drift underneath your little brown cloud xx
Bless him, he never changes!
and he’s but a scant 2000 miles (8724357348 Kilometers) from me now!
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