Posts by Milo Vulture
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MMmmmmm traffic accident. Anyone cleaned up yet?
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What a miserable FERKING country!
Landfills landfills, acres of landfill, weaselly little "transfer stations" but when a guy gets hungry WHERE IS A DUMP!
JKs people get all snooty when one of my people's people tries to democratise a tiny peice of his leg.
Then some tiny snot-car tries to back up and rips my tail-feathers, at least the pigeons here are slow and stupid.
I told Klaus before I ripped his last eye out, you've never lived, buddy boy, Klausie, I rolled his eye around on my tongue for while, never lived, he was begging to live, not til you've stuck your head in the eye-hole of a wildebeest and scrabbled for his brains in the dark, the sloshing, gurping, clashing beaks with rivals, their heads in the other eye socket, gorging, gorging GORGING.
I have buried Mr Brong and am waiting for his soul to ripen. Milo is friend of the ravens and wotan walks in our shadow. Can no-one help with this HUNGER... -
They were scared off, the little woosie pants, by some of my people's people circling.
People are so weak. You can't make a film without pain. And carrion.
I like that. We'll call the next film CARRION.
As in carrion up the river of yr own wazzooo.
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A weasel is good. crunchy. But the boys they doan eat that donkey, ane, eeuuuch.
Also, merc cher ami, old flannellette, monsiuer le produceur, please send assorted belgian starlets and a quart of unsaturated phat to Ouahigouya check where it is, read right to the bottom, toute suite.
che doan need no xtra BlogBoostering. WE doan need no blog boostering.
you keep dangling them grants, but always tomorra! -
A weasel is good. crunchy. But the boys they doan eat that donkey, ane, eeuuuch.
Also, merc cher ami, old flannellette, monsiuer le produceur, please send assorted belgian starlets and a quart of unsaturated phat to[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouahigouya|Ouahigouya] toute suite. che doan need no xtra BlogBoostering. WE doan need no blog boostering.
you keep dangling them grants, but always tomorra! -
You can talk to da rodent. but teh internets (tm) are slow, we uses pigeons most days. believa me, no pigeon come outa hear without me knowin which way his feathers ruffle.
that "rob', he no disappear. some part still left. you want me send? need a lot of chillis, cummin and a leetle offa da go-in. -
this "rob"- you no wanna say his name no more. He gone. "rob" who? i doan remember no "rob".
Eeees milo who callin da shots. i kinda own Ouahigouya.
an dat "riddley""- you tell hees mama he bedda be a furry furry good boy from now on. -
More rodents are due on set, any minu-
now hammeeesh, cher ami, you are on your way, ne c'est pas? We have un auto en attendant at the mudstrip, just to take you to your trailer.
Pardonnez-moi for the lack of rodents a ce moment. We had rodents and I turned my back for a second. -
hamishm will do but pronto.
here is your pesky "footage" in mouthage.But we want more rodents.
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Hungry merc. always hungry.
this "rob" he made us certain promises. we are birds of our word. now we're dealing with the real cahuna, that's nice.
we show you a leeetle beet of yr "film" if send just a couple more pigeons. or do you have guineapigs?