My boyfriend constantly complains. We're going out tonight for an evening of whining and dining.

The Bolivian Death Marmot, a fearsome little beast, can spray its highly poisonous and corrosive gastric juices up to a distance of ten meters. Nevertheless, brave Death Marmot hunters capture and skin them for their beautiful (and quite valuable) pelts, and when boiled with yams, they can be mashed into a paste that not only cures baldness, but also tastes exactly like buttered popcorn.

Indeed, Riff, in fact - when banged around with a pestel and mortar it's better than viagra; least ways, it is suppose to have certain, err, effects - just as is popcorn in the back row of the cinema, (well, so I'm told.) ... ;-)

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Helicopters fly by repelling the ground away from them because they are so ugly.

My solar plexus stops working when the sun goes in.

All cows are called Colin.

This is how "Colindale" got its name.

All pigs are called Birmingham.

. . . except me.

All chickens have one purple feather just under their left wingpit

I used to own a walking stick which was fluent in fourteen languages. Unfortunately, none of them was English, so I encouraged it to follow an academic career at Leeds University, where it is now a staff professor.

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The equator is far from being an imaginary line -- it is, in fact, the seam where the top half of the Earth unscrews. The interior is used to store fudge.

There is no such thing as pie.

Chain-link fences are woven by large mechanical spiders..

I store a large jug of platypus milk in my hat, just in case of emergencies.

Dunx] My walking stick was crap - it limped.

I suffer from an acute phobia of spignurtles, although fortunately these are not due to be invented until the year 2178.