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Missy Hissy is on the loose. If she doesn't shut down a pipeline, she might wind up being served with pancakes.
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Posted by: baligurl | February 06, 2006 at 08:55 AM
Um, howsmall is Missy, if she can be attacked by seagulls? And, BTW, rattlesnake tastes pretty good. Kinda bony, tho.
Posted by: baligurl | February 06, 2006 at 08:58 AM
Like chicken?
Posted by: pogo | February 06, 2006 at 09:00 AM
I had rattlesnake about 15 years ago, however i could not tell it was rattlesnake, the sauce was HOT. All i could taste ws the burn... It slid down quite nicely tho
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:02 AM
Snake - Its what's for breakfast!
Posted by: Bucket | February 06, 2006 at 09:03 AM
for years, my daughter thought that pork tenderloin was actually a skinned snake... well, because i toldher...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:04 AM
Apparently John Cleese has taken a job at Scotsman.com.
Posted by: scat | February 06, 2006 at 09:04 AM
That whole fish-slipping death sounds a bit off to me...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:05 AM
snake with seaweed and pancakes sounds like a hangover cure. or a bad joke.
Posted by: crossgirl | February 06, 2006 at 09:10 AM
well, they are scottish "chefs" they stuff oatmeal and offal in a sheep sac and its considered a delicacy...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:12 AM
Poor Amanda. All she ever wanted was to be a zologist. Now, she'll never work in this town.
Posted by: jozet | February 06, 2006 at 09:12 AM
People who are accustomed to haggis are hesitant about eating rattlesnake? I doona believe it.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 09:13 AM
zoologist...those double o's get me every time.
Posted by: jozet | February 06, 2006 at 09:13 AM
Hope the Peta People dont see this... theyll be all over it...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:13 AM
Jozet - me to.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 09:14 AM
< had Dictionary-O's for breakfast...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:15 AM
I dunno, can snakes open doors?...let alone jump up through a skylight?
Posted by: Random Tirade | February 06, 2006 at 09:22 AM
if they could, random, they would be in the circus, that would upset the PETA people even worse than eating them...
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:23 AM
So how did a snake from Wales (not whales) slither to Bangkok (not bang co - um never mind) and get cooked over there just to be served in a restaurant in Scotland?
Posted by: CoastRaven | February 06, 2006 at 09:25 AM
"snakeskin and other parts "
Uh...let's see: there's the skin, and, uh...whatever is IN the skin, right? Or do snakes have loins? and oosiks???
Posted by: Betsy | February 06, 2006 at 09:25 AM
I think that'd upset alot of people. Especially those involved with evolution...jumping snakes, what's next, eagles that can swim?
Posted by: Random Tirade | February 06, 2006 at 09:25 AM
maybe it never slithered...maybe it jumped...
Posted by: Random Tirade | February 06, 2006 at 09:27 AM
would a snake voluntarily jump to scotland, if it knew it was gonna be cooked up and served on a plate with pancakes and seaweed
Posted by: Kat | February 06, 2006 at 09:30 AM
Well who would'nt "jump" at that opportunity? ahh a play on words...
Posted by: Random Tirade | February 06, 2006 at 09:38 AM
Pancakes! Why did it have to be pancakes?
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 09:41 AM
Cuz they were all out of waffles?
Posted by: Random Tirade | February 06, 2006 at 09:42 AM
Cause everything tastes better dripping with maple syrup?
Posted by: wolfie | February 06, 2006 at 09:54 AM
*Waits for innocents to rise, as it were, to Wolfie's bait*
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 10:07 AM
"Worried owner Amanda Gott, a former zoology student, has been searching high and low for her "harmless" pet who is partial to the odd mouse."
"Partial to the odd mouse" sounds like another one of those euphemisms like "pony in the living room" - as in "He's cute and he's sensitive, has a good job, but I think he's partial to the odd mouse, if you catch my drift. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Posted by: mudstuffin | February 06, 2006 at 10:17 AM
Bait? Moi?
*wide eyed innocent blink*
Posted by: wolfie | February 06, 2006 at 10:21 AM
Oui, vous, Mademoiselle Louve. Avec plaisir (et sirop).
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 10:28 AM
Missy Hissy was a snake
Missy Hissy made a break
Missy Hissy isn't relly missing
Is she??
Posted by: insomniac | February 06, 2006 at 10:35 AM
Squirrels, snakes, pigeon poop- what is the big attraction to electrical stuff??!?!?!?!
One such fish seller was Tommy Shaw, who the restaurant is named after. He died after slipping on one of the fish.
Is it just me that thinks it's absofreakinlutely hilarious to just casually slip that sentence in the middle of the article - sort of, "Oh, and by the way.."
ROFL! LMAO!
Posted by: Eleanor | February 06, 2006 at 10:36 AM
'really' missing
Posted by: insomniac | February 06, 2006 at 10:37 AM
*copies and pastes to babblefish*
Ooooo
Avec de la crème fouettée et les fraises?
*ignores the fact half that is backwards but english is really wolfie's only language. And she's not all that fluent in that just yet*
Posted by: wolfie | February 06, 2006 at 10:42 AM
Is Amanda worried that Missy doesn't have a pit to hiss in?
Posted by: fivver | February 06, 2006 at 10:54 AM
Due to heightened concerns about the bird flu epidemic, Americans are—more than ever before--serving rattlesnake as a replacement for turkey at their holiday meals. According to rattlesnake roundup king Ben Bitten, there’s nothing like stuffed rattlesnake served coiled up in strike position and clutching a small apple in it’s fangs. Says Bitten, “That’s good eatin’!”
The new menu choice has the dish and china companies scrambling, however, to come up with new snake-motif patterns by Thanksgiving.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | February 06, 2006 at 10:54 AM
On a more serious note. "Frogleg and rattlesnake stew" EEEEEEWWWWWWW! I'm supposed to go to China and pay big bucks for food I wouldn't eat if I were stranded on a remote island??
NOTE TO SELF: Call China. Cancel dinner reservation.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | February 06, 2006 at 10:57 AM
By the way fivver-- "pit to hiss in" LOL!!
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | February 06, 2006 at 10:59 AM
Is Amanda worried that Missy doesn't have a pit to hiss in?
*snork*
Posted by: baligurl | February 06, 2006 at 10:59 AM
Doesn't matter if you speak it half backward (or if your name isn't Tish) , who needs English?
*whispers prayer to blog gods, linking division*
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 11:01 AM
Sorry, Blue:(
Posted by: Eleanor | February 06, 2006 at 11:04 AM
NOTICE
The linking division is closed on Mondays.
Come back tomorrow when we may or may not reopen.
/end notice
Posted by: blog gods, linking division | February 06, 2006 at 11:06 AM
Reads frownie message.
Clicks on link.
Link opens and plays.
WTD?
Throws toilet parts at monitor.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 11:10 AM
Goes back to check link again.
Link rejects this time.
Prepares sword for plunging into abdomen.
Plunges sword through monitor instead.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 11:23 AM
blue, shouldn't plunging be done on the other thread?
Posted by: crossgirl | February 06, 2006 at 11:27 AM
Wait for it, Cross, I'm sure it's imminent.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 11:46 AM
How can the snake tell that the mouse is odd?
Posted by: Nannie | February 06, 2006 at 12:04 PM
Blue, when you speak French, you drive me wild.
See, it worked for me!
Posted by: southerngirl | February 06, 2006 at 12:06 PM
s'girl - Are you hitting on Blue because I don't think it works for anyone :)
just askin'
Posted by: Eleanor | February 06, 2006 at 12:30 PM
Nannie...he has them count off by two's
Posted by: Betsy | February 06, 2006 at 12:31 PM
Definitely works for me.
Oh, the link, you mean?
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 12:34 PM
I spoke french to ya know.
*wanders off in a snit to pout in the shadows*
Posted by: wolfie | February 06, 2006 at 12:45 PM
Oh, how I did try
To post a reply
That the she-wolf would find
Brought l'amour to mind.
When the link it denied me
I wanted to hide me.
The server said Hah!
You've mad a faux pas!
I wish that I knew
How one might undo
A link that worked once
But now makes me le dunce.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 01:00 PM
A whole (not hole) poem for me?
*le blush*
You're my favorite ya know Blue.
*saunters deeper into the shadows with a jaunty twitch of her tail*
Posted by: wolfie | February 06, 2006 at 01:08 PM
El, actually "when you speak French, you drive me wild." is what plays when you click on the link.
Not that I wouldn't hit on Blue if I thought it would work. ;)
Posted by: southerngirl | February 06, 2006 at 01:51 PM
I don't know about seagulls attacking snakes, but where I lived in CA we had crows that would attack cats and other small animals. I actually saw a couple ripping apart a mole that one of them had caught.
Posted by: Sarah J | February 06, 2006 at 02:22 PM
T'was that Brawny paper towel guy who inspired me to verse, along with the sniffery/poutery.
It appears that S-girl has some special magic Cajun link-opening powers that are denied to us mortals.
*looks for shadows*
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 06, 2006 at 02:37 PM
Blue ~ It's dat voodoo magic, mon cher ami!
Posted by: southerngirl | February 06, 2006 at 03:25 PM
Does anybody wonder what happened to the snake who shorted out the circuitry of the pipeline?
was it fried snake? smoked snake? roasted snake?
or did it get away scot-free after wreaking his havoc...hey, maybe the snake is from the middle-east...a secret member of a terrorist cell...CALL CTU!
Posted by: daisymae | February 06, 2006 at 06:45 PM
There you guys go with the French again, not even noting the elegant turn of phrase quoted here:
"She found Missy missing the next day."
WTD? What's happening to the English language? We used to say, "The next day she noticed Missy had disappeared." And another thing I've taken note of over the last few years (actually, a couple of things), newspersons referring to a fire igniting by saying "went on fire" and referring to the extinction of a species in the same manner: "In the Megalothromboic Era, the Hydra-headed Stagnant Poll Reptile went extinct." Oh, my bleeding adenoids! Let's get back to English the way we learned it as children! And, by the way, I think Missy stood on a chair to get through the skylight.
Posted by: Stupendous Man | February 06, 2006 at 07:32 PM
Stupendous - we use the French in lieu of (French for "in the loo") English when we realize we are not capable of reaching the lofty linguistic heights shown by the writer of this article. Being only slightly removed from the Megalothromboic era myself, I am forced to either go with primitive English or resort to gratuitous (English for in receipt of a generous tip) use of foreign phrases, such as "la belle femme skunk petit" (French for "cute young babe in need of breath freshener" or "e pluribus unum" (Latin for "more than one e").
You can usually assume when I am conversing in (as opposed to nibbling on) a foreign tongue, that I "jeter le taureau".
Posted by: Bleu Meanié | February 06, 2006 at 08:50 PM
Sacre bleu! Bleu, I like to kix my languages as well as the next person, which is why I am often heard to say, "Bringen sie mir ein bier, immediamon!" or "Pour some more, por favor!" But I don't see what that has to do with Missy Hissy standing on a chair to escape through the sky light. BTW, back in the Megalothromboic Era, didn't we go to different schools together?
Posted by: Stupendous Man | February 07, 2006 at 12:40 AM
S-Man: You mix languages quite fluidly in key areas. I am impressed, though I scratch my head at the notion of a topic-to-comment relationship. This is the first time I am introduced to such a concept.
Do other bloglits know of this, or have I been living in isolated blind ignorance all this time (this would not be a first for me, BTW, so do not spare me if it's true)?
I went to elementary school at the Pangea Academy for Young Bipeds, transferred into Four Mastodons Community Middle School, graduated into Grog D. Unibrow High, and then did undergrad and graduate programs at the Hunter-Gatherer Institute for Advanced Knuckle Dragging. My undergrad degree was in interplanetary monolith relations, after which I went through their reknowned club design program.
You sound familiar. If you're the person I'm picturing, I hope you've managed to recover from that prototype jawbone effectiveness testing program. In retrospect, I think that whole thing was a mistake, and I wish we'd taken a different approach. We should have been using cadavers, not creating them.
Posted by: Blaue Meanie | February 07, 2006 at 07:49 AM
Say there, Meanie, I see you've been particularly well schooled. Unfortunately, we couldn't have gone to different schools together because, according to your resume carved on the rock above, you are a biped. When I attended, bipeds were not allowed to matriculate with us tripods. I had thought, for a moment there, that we might have met in the lab during the Frog Flogging exercises.
Posted by: Stupendous Man | February 07, 2006 at 07:01 PM