Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Is There No End To The Madness?

You're not voted Best Groomed Boofhead at the local parco without effort.

It takes time. It takes care.

It takes a bathroom.

Yesterday I padded into the bathroom for a relaxing wallow in the beauty suds followed by a spot of eyelash tweaking and nose-hair extraction.

What did I find?

The two-legged dogs had destroyed the place!

They've gone mad. First it was painting, now they're ripping the place apart.

This place is rapidly going to the, um, dogs!

4 comments:

Giusi said...

You have just oh so gracefully illustrated why it is a mistake to rely on banalities. Congratulations.

Dermott said...

Thanks. I thought I was just having a boofheaded grizzle.

Robyn said...

Dermott - Who do you think you're kidding? I've never seen you take willingly to a bath in your life. And you've got so much cement dust in you at the moment, I fear if you get damp, we will be able to erect you as a statue in the village square.

Dermott said...

Yeah yeah, enough already, or I'll tell them you washed your hair in the kitchen sink.