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9 comments:
"Bloody Sunday drivers!"
"Look out! It's those stupid bloody cows again." said Muriel.
"Yes." replied Ermintrude "It's obvious their brains haven't formed properly - maybe it's CJD...?"
"No replied Muriel "I think you'll find most humans of a certain age drive with no fucking regard for any one else on the road..."
All that running in Pamplona made Allison hungry and she saw what she wanted...
"Gertrude, be a dear and grab the wheel and hold my belt for just a sec while I get us some lunch..."
Gertrude did as instructed and Allison leaned out the car and zeroed in on her oncoming meal.
Fortunately, the bull was excited and her mouth worked as a chuck at high speed. Reaching the end of the cow tool, she bit down hard and a tearing sounds followed by a pained cow moooing resounded throughout the once quite Sunday. Allison sat back into the car with a smile and an entire scrotum sack of the beast.
"Gertrude, be a dear and play some Ozzy for me. Steak tar tar anyone?"
They laughed for miles...
Until the PETA police caught up to them in the Rainbow Warrior VW Bus and executed them on the spot for animal cruelty.
"Ooooh, Marjorie, pull over a sec. I want to try something I read about in my Greek mythology class."
"You mean about Europa and ..."
"Quickly, dear! I just took my panties off!! I MEAN IT - PULL OVER, DAMMIT!!! NOW!!!!!"
"So a girl can't hit a cows arse with a banjo?? I'll show that chauvanistic bastard. Pass me the banjo Matilda. Not only will I hit it square on the rump, but I'll be steering with my knees at 70 miles an hour to boot."
"Yes, yes Harriet but let me get the camera ready first. It won't count unless its on Youtube."
Everyone agreed that Top Gear had overdone the machismo... and that hiring a girly celebrity was a stroke of genius. But no-one bothered to check whether Kylie had any sense of direction.
Finally a fuel stop. I was just about out of gas. I wonder if it's self-service.
Not content with their nocturnal thrills at the slaughterhouse, the Stun-gun Twins quite literally take their act on the road.
"I wanted to buy a cow-catcher and you wanted the NOS kit. Who's the moron now?"
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