It isn't often that I read the British Newspapers during lunch. Sometimes, however, the reward is extraordinary.
A Portuguese farmer has been arrested for killing a man who was having sex with the farmer's favourite donkey.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3202818/Man-killed-over-sex-with-donkey.html
"He recently returned to his home village and soon after locals accused him of having sex with chickens."
[Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3202818/Man-killed-over-sex-with-donkey.html#ixzz13mUZTewt ]
A COUNTRY GENTLEMAN: JAIME PIRES
The sixty-eight year-old Don Juan was known locally by the nickname "Sheep".
He was wearing frilly lingerie and slippers when he died.
I don't know about you, but I just don't think slippers are very practical when engaging in strenuous activity. Have you SEEN the condition of those paddocks? One of the hazards of cutting across pastures is the likelihood that you will step into something gooey, and slip.
You don't need slippers, you need boots with cleats!
Well, perhaps not if chickens are involved.
[One of the things that really gets my goat is the habit many people have of not wearing appropriate footgear when out and about. Young women who work in the financial district should NOT be wearing flip-flops, this isn't a beach dammit! You look like a hooker who accidentally wandered out of the Tenderloin!
And those ugly rubber hobo pedals that are so popular should NEVER be seen in the office. One should dress according to the norms of the location and activity. Cover up your tramp-stamps and wear decent shoes!]
SIGNS OF THE TIMES
I suspect that in Proenca-a-Velha, many of the people who can actually walk upright leave for the big city as soon as they are adults.
It's sad - everywhere agricultural settlements are shrinking, soon a traditional way of life will be gone.
And with it, a lot of old-world charm.
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Possibly the slippers made him feel more alluring?
So Angus and McTavish are sitting around in the pub. Angus takes a long pull at his drink, looks out the door and says "TcTavish, you see that bridge out there."
"Aye Angus, I do"
"S'a goood bridge. Built it with me bare hands I did. But do they call me Angus the bridge builder?"
"No Angus, they don't" he says sympathetically.
"And ya see that roof on the school. S' a good rooooof, took me a month, with me bare hands." He takes a pull again. "But do they call me Angus the Roof Maker?"
"No Angus, they don't"
Angus takes another deeeeep pull at his beer, his face going red.
"But you fuck ONE Sheep . . .!!!!"
ROTFL!
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