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March 31, 2010


Trafford Council cracks down on the sale of goldfish to minors.

(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson and Ralph)


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Typical Rod Stewart rowdy.

A pox on that mom who gave bagged goldfish as PARTY FAVORS to 6-year olds leaving her kid's party--YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!

The good part is, no bingo or Rod for you, lady.

Two pet shop owners have been made to wear electronic tags and put on a curfew – after selling a goldfish to a child

The bastards!

Now had it been a dead parrot I'd have understood.

What's wrong with tasty orange-yellow crackers?

He's not dead. He's resting.

At least it wasn't a turtle. Death sentence for sure!

Couldn't the lad have claimed it was bait, like the sign behind the lady's head says?

Or, sushi. Shirley there's no age limit on sushi.

"She won’t be able to go out with her sister to bingo and she’s been bought tickets to see Rod Stewart so she won’t be able to go to that."

Just out of curiosity, has anyone ever seen Rod Stewart and the Evil One together? Or maybe they were separated at birth?

*not clicking on anymore of the wdogs links.*

...and don't call me Sherly, bmot. :)

Good call NS. I'll bet wiredog has all of you-know- who's albums. Probably a couple of posters of him up in his room too. I think it's a shame they won't let a Great Grandmother go see Rod the Bod. She could get lucky.

I'd like to see what happens if she goes to the Rod Stewart concert. Might be fun to see the bobbies (sp?) come crashing in to fetch her.

No posters, not a manilow fan. I just like mildly trolling the blog.

Back in the day I was into hardcore punk (DK, JFA, and such), which is as far from Manilow as you can get. But I do have some Abba on the ipod.

Abba? (holds fingers up in the shape of a Cross and backs away quickly).
No accounting for taste. Of course, I have some Simon and Garfunkel on mine that would make Dave shudder, or back away with his fingers held in the shape of a cross.

Yeah. Abba is my secret vice. Also have some Simon and Garfunkel.

OTOH, I also have Hendrix, Beatles, and Led Zeppelin.

He's pining for the fjords...

When minors with goldfish are outlawed, only outlaws with have miners with goldfish?

Or maybe when goldfish'd minors are outlawed, only outlaws will have children's crackers?

Oh I give up.

There's an imbalance in the scales of justice.

This criminal beta wise up, and keep her gourami little hands nice and clean, or she'll be in the tank for life.

Goldfish don't kill people. People kill people.

slap an asbo on that yob's mother.

Speaking of England, I'm off shortly to watch Arsenal take on Barcelona in the first leg of the Champions League quarter-final.

I read in one of Dave's books that his favorite,not, song is; Signs.
Signs,signs everywhere a sign.
Blocking out the scenery,
something, something, my mind.
Do this don't do that,
Can't you read the sign???

great-grandmother tagged

To those of us who live in deer hunting country, that phrase means something completely different.

Well, Layz' ... as long as y'all don't dress her out, she might be OK ...

Until my house burned last week, I bought a bag of 200 goldfish ($17) every two to three weeks to feed my Clown Knife Fish, Oscars, Piranhas, etc. Invariably some other customer in the pet shop would ask me what I was doing with them, and the answer was "dinner," unless there was someone under 14 nearby. I may be mean to goldfish, but not to minors.

I don't think gerbils go well with coffee; they're better in tacos.

sale of goldfish to minors
They will try to get high on anything. Snort 'em?

Oh, Ralphie, we all know you really had an afterhours sushi speakeasy going on.

Hmmm, I can see parents feel relieved that their kids won't be bringing home goldfish. Or irritated because they just wanted to send the kid to the store to buy a couple goldfish so the younger kid wouldn't realize what happened to the previous ones.

OK, Ralph, you asked for it.

A little girls walks into a pet store.

"Mister, do you have any widdle wabbits?"

The man leans down so he's eye to eye with her. "Do you want a fuzzy widdle white wabbit with wiggly ears, or a fuzzy widdle brown wabbit with a wiggly nose."

"I don't think my python weally gives a sh!t."

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