I don't think Madame Yeti-boots gives a damn that it's cheap ole chicken Whiskas (Bonko's fav) and not her Gourmet (much more expensive - looks like flaked fish) Pearl stuff. I also don't think that she gave a shit that we rumbled her at 11.30pm last night.
She ate the lot, licked the bowl clean and pissed off back down stairs to kip on Ma's comfy bed. Conkers meanwhile supplemented his meagre ration (4 mouthfuls before Fuzzball-gutbucket got stuck in) with a couple of fat mithy-moths.
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Fuzzball Gutbucket!
Sounds like a Terry P character!
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