Posted on 04/07/2011 8:17:49 AM PDT by ConservativeStatement
A flock of ten flamingoes have met a brutal end at a zoo in Eskilstuna in eastern Sweden after a curious anteater broke into their compound and clawed them to death, leaving a further five birds nursing injuries.
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Dude, you are way too easy to entertain.
I bet you’re even a cheap drunk. I used to be, by scheduling my drinking after I had donated blood.
Beer= Carlsberg or Sam Adams.
Champagne= Dom Perignon.
If you can drink Sam Adams, you can drink Straub.
Come on out. We’ll see how much it costs.
Learned about Bin Ladin, and am looking at TV now.
Maybe if I get a pair of German sandals. *\;^)
(Waiting for the cablecar I suspected the couple in front of me of being German. Not sure why, but something said they were. I became sure when I noted he was wearing a certain kind of sandals despite the cowboy hat. When they spoke, it was confirmed.)
I misread that as “Dancing with the STAIRS” which brought to mind horrible things.
Better keep the scorps happy, they get all myrmidon on you if you are late with their food.
Anteater Assassins, no flamingo is safe!
With ‘endless loop/repeat’ feature.
Note the empty bowl behind the sea of Annoyed Ears.
Obviously they were all staring at the bowl.
Upon hearing the distinct sound of ‘human walking in’ they all slowly swiveled to stare at the unfortunate being under their hex vision.
Finally!
Some news I can believe!!!
;-)
What a way to start the week.
Yes, an episode of “Dancing with the Stairs” starring “oops the human” and the Kitteh Overlords.
LOL! That was good!
I’m going out to plant some peas and carrots before it gets hot.
My luck I’d be clubbed with a pangolin.
They are sneaky little buggers.
I dunno what it is with these secretive government agencies and running down my lawn gnome. They practice in my yard all the time. Never ends. I’m out in the yard and hear “whop whop whop whop whop”.. Naturally I look at my shoes to make sure I didn’t step on anything before looking around.
A voice yells at me to ‘get down’ with my ‘hands up’.
Complete nonsense, so I ask “what?!”
Finally I notice the huge helicopter hovering over my pool.
Guy must’ve been looking for somewhere to go fishing or something.
He was gesticulating wildly and waving his arms frantically.
I knew what was coming next, and sure enough, an urban assault vehicle comes tearing up into my yard and thumps down my lawn gnome.
Just like last week.
I walked past a vehicle parked out in front of my house.
Guy inside it says, “He’s home.”
I ignored the ninjas jumping out my windows, they’re always ninjas jumping out my windows for some reason, and wandered up to my front door.
As I was unlocking the door, a pest control vehicle marked ‘S.W.A.T.’ drives across the grass and runs down my lawn gnome.
I barely had time to get the door open to escape those vicious psychotic lawn gnome murdering pest control guys.
And today, today my lawn gnome was run down by bicycle cops.
I’m gettin’ tired of burying my lawn gnomes.
They’re getting tired of it too and are now complaining.
The gnomes keep trolls at bay because trolls try to eat the gnomes.
So it’s a type of early warning system.
I hear the screaming and squealing of the gnome, and I run outside with old Bertha in time to see the troll standing in the yard with kicking gnome legs sticking out of his mouth.
A little quick application of rock salt and the troll is done.
As for the ninjas.
Dunno what they’re doing.
They don’t talk much, and they’re everywhere too.
I opened up the fridge, and a ninja was hiding in there.
He at least handed me what I was looking for before I closed the door again.
Dunno why he was in there, but I figured he had a reason to be in there.
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