Mr Smith has hurt his ankle so is hobbling about with a stick with which he trips me up or whacks me every five minutes. He managed to limp to the dentist where he had a teensy weensy bit of competitive dentistry performed and is now feeling tender - I'll show him tender. Anyway, the result is injured at both ends - foot & mouth. There's only one solution - slaughter. Well, maybe that's a bit drastic ... I'll nurse him better and send him to America to play golf after I've confiscated his stick.
Make of the day: Chicken cakes
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