Friday, June 25, 2010

The Wrong Tree

'Cause when I want some lovin',
And I gotta have some lovin',
He says, "Please! Stop it, please!"
He's so unusual!

When I want some kissin',
And I gotta have some kissin',
He says, "No! Let me go."
He's so unusual!


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I think I'd rather watch a leopard eat a warthog.

mikey said...

Actually, Thunder, I think that takes place over the course of a week or two. As I understand it, the Leopard kills the warthog, eats the soft offal that might otherwise begin to rot and stashes the corpse for later snacking.

After a visit to the watering hole, the Leopard comes back and begins to strip the meat from the Warthog. Over time, between the Leopard and the scavengers the Warthog is reduced to inedible bones, much as a viking might be found on the field of battle some months after the fight.

But anything that can be nibbled or gnawed is preferable to that which must be chased with less than 100% outcomes.

There is a lesson here for each and all of us, but I can't for the life of me figure out what it might be...

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I have a video of the first 5 minutes of the process at my place.

mikey said...

And I've got a BIG bottle of Sailor Jerry's Spiced Rum.

Let's get carnivorous!

Smut Clyde said...

I'd rather watch a leopard eat a warthog,
I'd rather watch the neighbour mowing grass
Something something something something something
Something something something lovely arse.

M. Bouffant said...

So watching the leopard (& scavengers) would take a lot longer than just eating the flapper.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

"Eating the flapper"?

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