Gaining some moral high ground today by recycling some glass bottles, I was dismayed to see a great and excitable dog bounding around the compound.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m mildly frightened by the shaggy unpredictability of dogs and there was surely no avoiding this slavering cack-caked Hellhound.
Dog Owner: Macduff! Get over here, boy! Macduff! Come back!
Me: Perhaps you would try a lead on Macduff?
A lead on Macduff.
I don’t often make jokes.
And Now:
CARRY ON, LEMUEL
Noting some room for improvement in Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels I come up with this:
Gulliver: Excuse me, Sir. Is this the room of answers?
Laputan Scientist: Is this the room of answers? Is this the room of answers?
Gulliver: Next door along then?