GBX wrote: » Finally Ireland gets ravaged by an Ophelia that doesn’t begin with ped
Loafing Oaf wrote: » Best paedophilia pun since this one:D:
MonkieSocks wrote: » We are going to be Grandparents in a day or two, For the first time. I commented to my better half she would only be a milf for a few more days. very quite here now
An urban park in autumn. Mist, leaves, squirrels. Two young dogs sit talking at a remove from their owners. One of them is squatting over a puddle. “You probably think I’m doing a wee,” says one. “I wasn’t presuming to make a judgment,” says the other. “Well I’m not,” says the first. “I am steaming my froo-froo with rainwater to promote pudendal health.” “Well, you knock yourself out.” “I read about it on Goop when I was hunting for a vitamin supplement that will help me to get over this terrible listlessness I’ve been feeling ever since the referendum.” “SQUIRREL!” shouts the other dog suddenly, leaping up, pointing, panting. “And?” says the snowflake dog. “It’s a freaking squirrel! Let’s get it!” “I don’t eat red meat any more. I find that a chargrilled aubergine, peeled and mashed with tahini, makes for a more than adequate “mock-squirrel”. And if you drizzle a little linseed oil over the top, for the correct balance of Omega three and six fatty acids, combined with a regular programme of cardiovascular . . .” “Nobody’s going to eat it, you clown. We’re just going to scare the bejesus out of it, like always.” “That squirrel has as much right to enjoy this park as the rest of us.” “You what?” “Some of my best friends are squirrels.” “No they’re not.” “True, but I wish they were. Then people could see how open-minded and progressive I am. I’d even be cool with it if my daughter went out with a squirrel. In fact, I’d like to go out with a squirrel myself. I’m hoping to meet one at yoga.” One of the humans whistles loudly and shouts, “Rex!”. Neither dog moves. “You off then?” says the old dog. “No,” says snowflake dog. “I don’t approve of gender-determinant names. I refuse to be sexually pigeon-holed. How do they know I’m a boy?” “From your massive dangly knackers and horrid, red, stubby penis?” “That’s just biology. Gender is a social construct.” “What if they called you Regina?” “No good. They need to recognise my right not to be defined at all. For my gender, like my sexuality, is subjective and fluid.” “You’re a genderqueer dog?” “Yes.” “Woof!” “How dare you?” “I just said, ‘woof’.” “Which is a traditional expression of patriarchal lust and disrespect.” “I’m a dog. ‘Woof!’ is just what I say.” “Find some other way to say it.” “Another way to say ‘woof’?” “This is my safe space.” “It’s a park.” “It’s a relic of empire, is what it is. These were hunting grounds that were owned by a king, not democratically elected, where dogs were worked, unpaid, in dreadful conditions, and to the great harm and impoverishment of other animals. It’s an elitist symbol which needs to be torn down and . . .” One of the humans throws a stick. The dogs regard it. They do not move. “You not going after it, then?” “You heard what I said: this whole park is a colonial throwback. I come here to poo and stretch my legs but I assert my right not to be governed by outmoded rules and conventions which are quite out of touch with modern thinking.” “He’s actually shouting ‘fetch, Rex’ now. What are you going to do about that? “I am going to record it on my snoutcam is what I am going to do. And use it as evidence of bullying in the workplace. We millennials will not be pushed around.” “Millennial? You’re only four.” “Yes, but in dog years that’s 28, which means I was born in 1989; slap on the demographic.” “But you weren’t, you were born in 2013.” “Don’t you dare impose your phallocentric numerical system on my right to be who I am.” “I’m going to get that stick.” “I’m going to get a tattoo. Of a weepy face emoji.” “See you around.” “I hate Donald Trump.” The older dog trots off to pick up the stick and delivers it to the humans. The younger dog gets on a bicycle and heads off for a coffee and a squiz at The New Statesman before his reiki class.
philstar wrote: » ^^^^^^^^^^ so? as long as its funny who cares?
gramar wrote: » ...and if it's not funny?
bonzodog2 wrote: » Hey if you don't like it, don't laugh.
Witchie wrote: » When my parents became grandparents someone asked my dad how did he feel being a grandad. His reply "it's great. Just don't like the idea of going to bed with a granny every night". Cheeky git
bonzodog2 wrote: » Shamlessly copypasted..
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