There it is, Colonel Hampton's typical English lawn. In the distance you will observe the anaesthetized white bench where he sits in silence with The Wife, Keith. He insists that they always maintain a strict two-and-a-half inches distance between them."We're not blasted Frog's ya know!" booms the Colonel, shunning any hint of intimacy.
Just look at those stripes and the manicured madness of those borders. This is the law of order which the Colonel demands -
"A place for everything, and everything in it's place!"
I have to say, I think he's a right old cunt, so I am glad that Wee Davy broke free from his bindings (once again!) and did this:
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2 comments:
Fanny cheese!
I cant get the picture out of my head of someone walking over to a dog turd and taking a picture, lol.
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