Scrambled
Hurumph.
As I was going out last night to go to my other half's coffee shop Halloween Party some little runt thought it would be amusing to run past and egg me.
Not only did it hurt, but one of the afore mentioned runts then had the temerity to apologise for his friend. I think it is possible that this member of the great unwashed learnt a few new words in my response, but the look on his face suggested that all he understood were the obscenities and not the yoke of my response.
Now if I am offered a job in the anti-social behaviour team at the Home Office I will be honest about my own bias and suggest that kids who behave like this are put in public stocks for a month and constantly pelted by eggs from an automatic machine.
That aside I had a great time at the coffee shop, and this morning am feeling sunny side up.
posted by Politico @ 07:49
1 Comments:
Sounds like an eggcelent yoke. White did you not crack him on the head? Then he'd be a shell of his former self. Ok, ok, so it's hard to get ova it. But you shouldn't let it defoetus - it's not like those kids had free range. In any event, I hope you told him to piss oeuf.
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