IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME
Trafford Council cracks down on the sale of goldfish to minors.
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson and Ralph)
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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.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | March 31, 2010 at 08:58 AM
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!!
Posted by: Coconuts | March 31, 2010 at 09:07 AM
The good part is, no bingo or Rod for you, lady.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 31, 2010 at 09:07 AM
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.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 31, 2010 at 09:19 AM
What's wrong with tasty orange-yellow crackers?
Posted by: Allen at Division | March 31, 2010 at 09:25 AM
He's not dead. He's resting.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 31, 2010 at 09:30 AM
At least it wasn't a turtle. Death sentence for sure!
Posted by: MichaelG | March 31, 2010 at 09:51 AM
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.
Posted by: bonmot | March 31, 2010 at 10:01 AM
"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?
Posted by: wiredog | March 31, 2010 at 10:13 AM
*not clicking on anymore of the wdogs links.*
...and don't call me Sherly, bmot. :)
Posted by: NotSherly | March 31, 2010 at 10:30 AM
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.
Posted by: nursecindy | March 31, 2010 at 10:38 AM
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.
Posted by: NotSherly | March 31, 2010 at 10:45 AM
nc,
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.
Posted by: wiredog | March 31, 2010 at 10:45 AM
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.
Posted by: Steve | March 31, 2010 at 11:28 AM
Yeah. Abba is my secret vice. Also have some Simon and Garfunkel.
OTOH, I also have Hendrix, Beatles, and Led Zeppelin.
Posted by: wiredog | March 31, 2010 at 11:33 AM
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.
Posted by: Flukey | March 31, 2010 at 11:35 AM
There's an imbalance in the scales of justice.
Posted by: bonmot | March 31, 2010 at 01:07 PM
This criminal beta wise up, and keep her gourami little hands nice and clean, or she'll be in the tank for life.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 31, 2010 at 01:17 PM
Goldfish don't kill people. People kill people.
Posted by: mikey | March 31, 2010 at 01:30 PM
slap an asbo on that yob's mother.
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 31, 2010 at 01:41 PM
Speaking of England, I'm off shortly to watch Arsenal take on Barcelona in the first leg of the Champions League quarter-final.
Posted by: bonmot | March 31, 2010 at 02:00 PM
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???
Posted by: nursecindy | March 31, 2010 at 02:49 PM
great-grandmother tagged
To those of us who live in deer hunting country, that phrase means something completely different.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | March 31, 2010 at 03:52 PM
Well, Layz' ... as long as y'all don't dress her out, she might be OK ...
Posted by: O the U(manity) | March 31, 2010 at 06:20 PM
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.
Posted by: Ralph | March 31, 2010 at 08:01 PM
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.
Posted by: Loudmouth | March 31, 2010 at 09:17 PM
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.
Posted by: Kristina L. | March 31, 2010 at 09:42 PM
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."
Posted by: Layzeeboy | April 01, 2010 at 09:47 AM