You don't have to whup an animal to train 'em up gud, Foxy. In fact I know quite a few husbands that are very well trained and haven't been whupped once! I know a few more that would benefit from a good whupping.
I knows'at, Pippsy, but that guy there, he's a redneck. Ain't no other way he's gonna train hees dawg! And them husbands as haven't had a whupping jes dunno how to axe for one, is all. Parbly never sed pleez.
Foxy ah thinks you may be reet over how a red kneck trains his dawg but husbands as haven't had a whupping, yet like to dish 'em out, axe fer wun every dang day.
The only tension detected today, Wm, was between the director who felt that a light pinot noir would be the appropriate accompaniment to the lamb, and yours truly, who was in favour of a much cheaper, robust rioja.
A very good friend of mine, a delightful lady fluent in Spanish, chooses Rioja every time.
I remember an unmemorable meal that The Mrs Gruff and I worked through, in Gateshead of all places, only because of two memorable bottles of Rioja.
Now that The McReich's Fuhrer has sold The City to The Frogs I think it unlikely that those embroiled in the money markets will spend their diminishing bonuses on ffrench grapes.
Now that's the kind of dawg I kin stand. Even my cat is better trained than most dogs I've seen.
ReplyDeleteSheet! That dawg muss've hed a loada wuppin' to train'm that good. Por thang!
ReplyDeleteYou don't have to whup an animal to train 'em up gud, Foxy. In fact I know quite a few husbands that are very well trained and haven't been whupped once! I know a few more that would benefit from a good whupping.
ReplyDeleteI knows'at, Pippsy, but that guy there, he's a redneck. Ain't no other way he's gonna train hees dawg! And them husbands as haven't had a whupping jes dunno how to axe for one, is all. Parbly never sed pleez.
ReplyDeleteI think that is "shee-it", rather than "sheet".
ReplyDeleteYrs, Elby The Beserk,
Prof. Of Middle and Ancient Authentic Southern Gibberish.
Foxy ah thinks you may be reet over how a red kneck trains his dawg but husbands as haven't had a whupping, yet like to dish 'em out, axe fer wun every dang day.
ReplyDelete"What's your pet hate ?"
ReplyDeleteWhen I kick him after he's dragged his arse across the carpet. No-one taught him this party piece - he worked it out all on his lonesome.
He needs his glands squeezing out, Kev. Get your latex gloves :-)
ReplyDeleteBoard room tensions Idle?
ReplyDeleteThe only tension detected today, Wm, was between the director who felt that a light pinot noir would be the appropriate accompaniment to the lamb, and yours truly, who was in favour of a much cheaper, robust rioja.
ReplyDeleteThe spaniard won.
A very good friend of mine, a delightful lady fluent in Spanish, chooses Rioja every time.
ReplyDeleteI remember an unmemorable meal that The Mrs Gruff and I worked through, in Gateshead of all places, only because of two memorable bottles of Rioja.
Now that The McReich's Fuhrer has sold The City to The Frogs I think it unlikely that those embroiled in the money markets will spend their diminishing bonuses on ffrench grapes.