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His Towel Was Inadequate
Ooh-er! 😀
For a minute I thought I was watching Father Ted.
The peeing dog was the cherry on the cake.
Heh. “He’s like McGregor, he’s got no legs left.”
Just goes to show, civilisation teeters on a knife edge.
The knee socks were a nice touch. Reminds me of Angus Young.
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“He’s like MacGregor, he’s got no legs left.”
Or they could’ve just left the door open…
Not to elevate the tone unnecessarily, but bats navigate via echolocation. That’s how the bat in the vid was able to avoid the towel for so long. As Sam notes, leaving a door open is the best defense and turning on an outside light to draw bugs which the bats eat.
Not to elevate the tone unnecessarily,
We’ll have less of that, if you don’t mind.
We’ll have less of that, if you don’t mind.
Sorry, but I like bats. Back in my college days, I was a exploring a cave with some friends in mid-Missouri during the late Spring when the cave’s population of bats decided to scramble like an RAF squadron during The Blitz. It was really cool. The darn things would fly close to 12 inches from one’s face before veering off. This was before LED headlamps when we were carrying carbide lights. I recall one my buds saying at the time, “I’m really glad I’m not stoned now.”
Sorry, but I like bats.
Yes, they’re easy to like. We see them here in the evening as they flit around the garden. In the dim light, and given how quiet they are (to human hearing at least), they’re usually unobtrusive. Unlike the one seen above, being flapped at impotently by a chap with a tiny tea towel.
He’s making a mockery of you!
Okay, that made me laugh.
The peeing dog was the cherry on the cake.
That’s when it descended into a complete farce. I kept expecting to hear “Oh, the humanity!”
Just goes to show, civilisation teeters on a knife edge.
Indeed, but you can use “grammatically correct” phony pronouns when it falls off.
Oh, and this:
“Maureen, you’re no help there behind the door” while hiding behind another door.
>_<
“Maureen, you’re no help there behind the door” while hiding behind another door.
It impressed me how much inadvertent comedy they crammed in to such a short video.
Bats ain’t nothin’. In Atlanta they gots tigers roaming around the interstates. Prolly set loose to eat the Floridians evacuating from the hurricane…
http://www.ajc.com/news/traffic/search-for-owner-tiger-shot-dead-metro-atlanta-neighborhood/k9fiC7yQdqK5mOjEXqjxQL/
In Atlanta they gots tigers roaming around the interstates.
Happily, we don’t get many tigers in the garden. Badgers, yes, and foxes. And some crows I’m trying to tame.
I find a tennis, squash, or badminton racket is better than a dish towel. If you have a decent serve, you can stun die fliedermaus and pick it up off the floor at your leisure. Better than possibly crashing into the china cabinet whilst running foolishly around the dinner table.
It’s not as if I have anything against bats–while they’re outside. Outdoors, they are attractive and beneficial. Indoors, they are carriers of rabies and poo all over the place. Especially when being chased by someone holding a towel.
Hope that clears up any misunderstanding.
And some crows I’m trying to tame.
You may want to ensure you have a solicitor on retainer.
The background music is “Micaela” by Bimbo Sonora Carruseles. I actually have it on my iTunes.
From the crows article: “I think if the crow feeder was a boy, the neighborhood may not have been so aggressive and filed a lawsuit. What is seen as annoying in a girl is often registered as a gift in a boy.”
Umm, yeah. If so, Seattle is even more screwed up than I had imagined.
Seattle is even more screwed up than I had imagined.
I kept getting pestered via LinkedIn by some recruiter about a job with Amazon in Seattle. After the third email I responded “Yeah…Seattle? Don’t they have a big statue of Lenin there? Not interested, thanks.” Haven’t heard from the guy in a couple weeks. I think it took.
In Northern New Mexico, there are bilingual magpies that hang out around cheap motels and can curse fluently.
The loons just do that all night banshee hyena stuff. I hear people come from all over to bask in the brilliance.
And attempt to drown that with questionable tastes in music.
One works with they have got.
My dad and brother used a lacrosse stick, a field hockey stick, a baseball glove, and an empty coffee can, while I laughed myself silly. Eventually the bat got tired of mocking us and flew out the door.
@WTP: “The Department of Natural Resources said Feld Entertainment, which was transporting the animal, reported the tiger missing from a shipment.
“The truck had stopped in Georgia during the overnight hours, and during that stop the female Bengal tiger managed to escape unnoticed,” DNR spokesman Mark McKinnon said in a news release. “(The company) discovered that she was missing when the truck arrived at the destination.” “
There’s a conversation with head office that trucker won’t forget in a hurry…
There’s a conversation with head office that trucker won’t forget in a hurry…
?!?!?!?!!!!
Did you just ask me if I reached into the back of the truck to count ’em???
They’re &#$^Y)*(#&^ fully grown #@&$#@*^ tigers!!! You put yer #*&$_(*&#@$ hand into the back of that #$(#*&$ truck to count ’em!!!
—From the story itself: “It was like a full-grown zoo tiger,”
Not that it was an actual tiger, but like one.
Y’know, literally.
“They could have left the door open.”
You forget, they are Irish. A race noted for seeking solutions to problems in ways that perpetuate them.
My Scots ancestors, by contrast, would solve this with a shotgun, taking out in one blast the bat, the door, and the cameraman.
“Inadequate towel” = “not a hoopy frood”.
Watching that video I swear I thought it was a clip from Republic of Doyle.
My Scots ancestors, by contrast, would solve this with a shotgun, taking out in one blast the bat, the door, and the cameraman.
No, that would require going to get the shotgun and loading it—noting that for a situation where the shotgun is already at hand and loaded in a kitchen, a mere bat is the least issue to contend with.
My Scots ancestors, by contrast, would have grabbed one of the chairs and then utterly wreaked havoc while being monofocused on whacking at the bat . . .
We had a bat in our bedroom one night, little thing that seemed confused by the light and disoriented by the ceiling fan. Spousal Unit retrieved his landing net and took a couple swings at the critter which reacted by landing in one of the higher bookcases and trying to take refuge behind my Flashman collection. We cornered it with a towel (due respect tp its tiny but impressive teeth, and took it outside to let it go. Fun, but the cats were creeped out.
Spousal Unit
Heh. I may have to borrow that one.