Monday, 8 August 2011


They are nuts.

And they have the maddest discount stores in the world.

Where else could you buy a five-foot metal chicken? All we have here are crappy little plastic frogs and gnomes.

An Iron Chicken in your own back yard. I wonder if they have soup dragons too?


Captain Haddock said...

What's even more worrying is that these self-same fucktards have access to Nuclear Weapons ..

James Higham said...

And they do a good line in 17 feet tall pineapples too.

Anonymous said...

News just out from America this morning:


"48 year old Francesco Quinn, son of movie star Anthony Quinn, dropped dead from a heart attack while out doing healthy jogging along side his son.

"Quinn died in his wife's arms, rescue teams unable to revive him.

"Since smoking is banned on all California state beaches and parks, Los Angeles officials are hard pressed trying to locate the culprit of this crime, in the case an errant smoker was found to be breaking the smoking ban and causing deadly second-hand-smoke to be wafting in Quinn's direction and thusly causing the heart attack, which would have otherwise been impossible - unless deadly second-hand-smoke was nearby.

"If Hollywood California health officials cannot find a culprit smoking nearby Quinn at the time of the heart attack's occurrence, then officials will ask friends and relatives if they ever recall Quinn being in the nearby presence of a smoker at least once in his life, at which point the deadly second-hand-smoke from that incident will be cited as cause on the health concious movie star's death certificate.


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sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

I've always wanted to own a garden gnome. I particularly like those with the funny red hats and the fishing rod. Thing is, round here, you'd get reported and certified. You think being a smoker is bad...

Leg-iron said...

I have a garden gnome with a mobile phone. There's a motion detector that makes it ring when you get close.

Turned the damn thing off after one day.

Leg-iron said...

The more I think about it, the more I want an iron chicken.

I'd better hide the credit card when drinking and internetting. The combination of all three could be deadly.

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