Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Day Nine...

January 2, 1973

Hey Shithead: What are you, some kind of sadist? Now there's nine pipers playing. And Christ do they play. They haven't stopped chasing those maids since they got here yesterday morning. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over those screeching birds. What the hell am I supposed to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me.


You'll get yours. Agnes

7 comments:

Mike said...

Well I, for one, and damn glad someone is stomping on those damn birds.

Malach the Merciless said...

Be glad it is not The Angry Piper

Kitty said...

I wonder if they are Scots pipers. In kilts. With nothing on underneath.

x

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Mike, how long have you had these issues of hostility towards birds?

Mal, I don't know. Sounds like it could liven things up a bit.

Och, well Kitty if ye want to know what's worn under me kilt lass, I hafta say...not a thing...it's all in fine workin' order.

Tequila Mockingbird said...

i like playing the pipe.

Preposterous Ponderings said...

The maids need to quit milking the pipers and get back to milking the cows. If you know what I mean.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Okay TM, am I going to have to put you in time-out?

Prepon, there wasn't much innuendo there, so yeah, I think I know what you mean.