Megan says they are so ugly they are cute...... Ryan says they are beautiful!......
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Our babies have hatched! Doesn't she look proud?![]()
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Ryan likes to stand at the top of the ladder to watch them. He gets the biggest thrill when they blink! They don't panic at all when we watch them. I have even moved the ladder 6 feet closer to them.
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Our babies have hatched! Doesn't she look proud?![]()
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Ryan likes to stand at the top of the ladder to watch them. He gets the biggest thrill when they blink! They don't panic at all when we watch them. I have even moved the ladder 6 feet closer to them.
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Our babies have hatched! Doesn't she look proud?![]()
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Ryan likes to stand at the top of the ladder to watch them. He gets the biggest thrill when they blink! They don't panic at all when we watch them. I have even moved the ladder 6 feet closer to them.
How you doing granny?
hi yer granny i will do you that poem i wrote it in the late 70s it about a fella i worked with over 10 years and he was late every day
that time already
he opened his eyes,and cracked a yawn
swears at his alarm clock,and cursed the dawn
when for a p**s,a s**t shave and shower
and wondered what worms did, at this ungodly hour
he ran his hand, through, his thinning gray hair
his wife she lay snoring she hadn't a care
he could see her t**s rising like an old, bell shaped tent
he was glad, he had given up sex for lent
he stumbled down stairs, on lead like feet
and banged round the kitchen, for some thing to eat
he booted the dog, cos it had s**t on the floor
grabbed his coat and his work bag, and slammed the front door
to work he then pedaled, on his granddads old crate
and dreamed up excuses for getting there late
the foreman was waiting, black hearted real grim
with a face like a monkeys, fat, hairless red quim
what time do you call this,and don't you say fred
your a bone idol b*****t,and i wish you were dead
i'm sorry dear gaffer, but me alarm clock is bust
and me bike chain won't turn, cos it's covered in rust
you expect me to believe that, oh, for goodness shake
your a lying little turd, with a brain of a rake
oh come on now boss man, it was said just in fun
hell you look like my rabbit, with a carrot up his bum
get back to work, and stay out of my way
just go and die some where, that'll make my day
and keep out of the s**t house, there,ll be none of that caper
give me that sports man, and your bloody news paper
the works hooter blows, he snaps out of he's trance
he runs to clock off, and he does a snoopy dance
he looks up to heavens, thinks i'll just nip for a bivvie
the alarm clock is ringing, my god, is it that time already
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How you doing granny?