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Esme nha Maire · 04-05-2018, 04:09 PM

Anarchist dyslexics untie!

Walking into the hall of a rich friend's house, I noticed they had the heads of various animals mounted on the wall - and the rear end of a tiger. So I asked him why it wasn't the head of the tiger up there. "Incompetent taxidermist" I was told, "bit of a cat arse trophy, that one"...

We went for a drive to a local flea market later. On the way, I noticed a strange road sign - it said "Road works ahead" when it was clearly being repaired. We'd been at the market for a while when I had to make a call of nature and found another incorrect sign - the disabled toilet was working perfectly. At the end of the day, my friend asked me what I'd thought of the market. I told him I thought it was fun, but I was a little puzzled and disappointed, and kept getting funny looks from the traders. "Why's that?" he asked. "Nobody'd sell me any fleas!" I replied.

04-05-2018, 04:09 PM	#732
Esme nha Maire Member How Do You Identify?: Tomboyish eccentric antique femme Preferred Pronoun?: She/her Relationship Status: single Join Date: Jul 2017 Location: UK Posts: 642 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,196 Thanked 2,089 Times in 541 Posts Rep Power: 19310768	Anarchist dyslexics untie! Walking into the hall of a rich friend's house, I noticed they had the heads of various animals mounted on the wall - and the rear end of a tiger. So I asked him why it wasn't the head of the tiger up there. "Incompetent taxidermist" I was told, "bit of a cat arse trophy, that one"... We went for a drive to a local flea market later. On the way, I noticed a strange road sign - it said "Road works ahead" when it was clearly being repaired. We'd been at the market for a while when I had to make a call of nature and found another incorrect sign - the disabled toilet was working perfectly. At the end of the day, my friend asked me what I'd thought of the market. I told him I thought it was fun, but I was a little puzzled and disappointed, and kept getting funny looks from the traders. "Why's that?" he asked. "Nobody'd sell me any fleas!" I replied.