Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Thursday, 14 June 2018

Call Quatermain...



... and tell him to spark up the BBQ! Next, I'd call Sunny because he's brewing beer and should have a batch ready for consumption by now. Finally, I'd call Jack and Big Mike to see if they wanted the guts for coyote bait.

Here at the Thunderbox, we are prepared for any eventuality...

2 comments:

  1. internet here is very poor. haven't seen you in a few days.

    that snake would make my bro and his men very happy.
    he was a sgt and had to take recruits on snake eating expeditions. they were very scarce in army post territory as all the breeders had been scarfed down long ago.
    a nice huge python would have staved off starvation.

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  2. It's good to see you too, Deb! I generally frown on truancy here at Uncle Bob's Institute For Wayward Boys N' Retards - but we will make an exception for a lady who is not mentally retarded like the rest of us. ;)

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