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Post by Staffsoatcake on Apr 7, 2019 14:48:08 GMT
A Rhino poacher was trampled by an Elephant then eaten by a pride of Lions.
Oh dear,what a shame, never mind.
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 7, 2019 15:18:11 GMT
A Rhino poacher was trampled by an Elephant then eaten by a pride of Lions. Oh dear,what a shame, never mind. Africa’s version of stop and search. |
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Post by Northy on Apr 8, 2019 9:30:32 GMT
2nd poacher in a few weeks eaten by lions, good to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2019 9:37:44 GMT
In the words of Patrick O'Shea, "You play with feathers, you get your arse tickled."
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Post by riverman on Apr 8, 2019 9:53:01 GMT
Karma
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Post by murphthesurf on Apr 8, 2019 12:45:49 GMT
2nd poacher in a few weeks eaten by lions, good to hear. Should be mandatory treatment for anyone caught poaching. |
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 8, 2019 13:06:17 GMT
2nd poacher in a few weeks eaten by lions, good to hear. Should be mandatory treatment for anyone caught poaching. I wouldn't want to be caught scrumping apples in your garden Murph.  |
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Post by chuffedstokie on Apr 8, 2019 13:44:51 GMT
Should be mandatory treatment for anyone caught poaching. I wouldn't want to be caught scrumping apples in your garden Murph. Scrumping was one of the best pastimes we had as kids. Just picked the wrong trees!. |
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Post by murphthesurf on Apr 8, 2019 15:20:17 GMT
Should be mandatory treatment for anyone caught poaching. I wouldn't want to be caught scrumping apples in your garden Murph. That's why I keep the lions, Wilhelm.  Mind you, the Château Murph rangers are nearly as ferocious.  |
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Post by murphthesurf on Apr 8, 2019 16:10:59 GMT
I wouldn't want to be caught scrumping apples in your garden Murph. Scrumping was one of the best pastimes we had as kids. Just picked the wrong trees!. From the age of 5 to about 9 or 10 I had a dear little very best friend called Shirley - we both lived way out in the countryside and one day during the school hols when we were only about 6 I went to her house for the day. She actually lived on a farm, and after playing outside for a while she suddenly gleefully said "I know - let's go and pick some apples". I said I didn't know they had any apple trees on their farm and she said "We haven't - they're in the garden next door and the man who lives there says I can have as many as I want, any time I like." I'd never picked apples before, so was very impressed by this and keen to have a go. Shirley led the way and we duly climbed over a fence into the next-door garden. We spent a very pleasant hour or two and picked a nice few pounds of apples, so I was SO looking forward to some delicious apple pie. Then, very pleased with our haul, which we carried in the front of our skirts, we went back to her house…… only to be met by her glowering mother, who yelled at the top of her voice……. "SCRUMPIN'! - Shirley! You've been scrumpin'! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GOIN' SCRUMPIN'??????" Little angel here had never even heard the word 'scrumping' before and had no idea what it meant - but I have since found the definition and have never done it again. |
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 8, 2019 17:09:51 GMT
I wouldn't want to be caught scrumping apples in your garden Murph. Scrumping was one of the best pastimes we had as kids. Just picked the wrong trees!. We had an orchard at the bottom of our garden. We used to scrump apples, pears and plums. My brother sawed up a load of hop poles and sold them as firewood.. The farmer said to my Mum. “I wouldn’t mind, but he’s selling them for 2 bob a bag and they cost me 1/2 a crown each” |
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 8, 2019 17:11:27 GMT
Scrumping was one of the best pastimes we had as kids. Just picked the wrong trees!. From the age of 5 to about 9 or 10 I had a dear little very best friend called Shirley - we both lived way out in the countryside and one day during the school hols when we were only about 6 I went to her house for the day. She actually lived on a farm, and after playing outside for a while she suddenly gleefully said "I know - let's go and pick some apples". I said I didn't know they had any apple trees on their farm and she said "We haven't - they're in the garden next door and the man who lives there says I can have as many as I want, any time I like." I'd never picked apples before, so was very impressed by this and keen to have a go. Shirley led the way and we duly climbed over a fence into the next-door garden. We spent a very pleasant hour or two and picked a nice few pounds of apples, so I was SO looking forward to some delicious apple pie. Then, very pleased with our haul, which we carried in the front of our skirts, we went back to her house…… only to be met by her glowering mother, who yelled at the top of her voice……. "SCRUMPIN'! - Shirley! You've been scrumpin'! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GOIN' SCRUMPIN'??????" Little angel here had never even heard the word 'scrumping' before and had no idea what it meant - but I have since found the definition and have never done it again. I think the statute of limitations may be up by now Murph. |
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Post by murphthesurf on Apr 8, 2019 19:15:18 GMT
From the age of 5 to about 9 or 10 I had a dear little very best friend called Shirley - we both lived way out in the countryside and one day during the school hols when we were only about 6 I went to her house for the day. She actually lived on a farm, and after playing outside for a while she suddenly gleefully said "I know - let's go and pick some apples". I said I didn't know they had any apple trees on their farm and she said "We haven't - they're in the garden next door and the man who lives there says I can have as many as I want, any time I like." I'd never picked apples before, so was very impressed by this and keen to have a go. Shirley led the way and we duly climbed over a fence into the next-door garden. We spent a very pleasant hour or two and picked a nice few pounds of apples, so I was SO looking forward to some delicious apple pie. Then, very pleased with our haul, which we carried in the front of our skirts, we went back to her house…… only to be met by her glowering mother, who yelled at the top of her voice……. "SCRUMPIN'! - Shirley! You've been scrumpin'! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GOIN' SCRUMPIN'??????" Little angel here had never even heard the word 'scrumping' before and had no idea what it meant - but I have since found the definition and have never done it again. I think the statute of limitations may be up by now Murph. What a relief!  |
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Mind you, the Château Murph rangers are nearly as ferocious. 
