4.29.2009

Today, Poland; tomorrow ...





















Okay, this is just plain asinine. In fact, it's more than asinine. It's asinten. First off, Marm's legspan is taller than the fence, so is anyone truly surprised he just kinda stepped on over it and into the backyard of Mr. Fatass and his ... what the hell is that thing standing behind him anyway? Did he marry a fawking paper wasp

Anyway, so now Mr. Fatass is all upset (shoulda stayed in your shark cage, Chubs) and is threatening to put in a moat. Yes, that's right. A moat. 

Or as Marm would call it, "Water Bowl". 

Way to threaten, Lardbutt. Way to threaten. 

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