Sir Paul has a love-on for baby seals

Discussion in 'Warbirds International' started by biles, Mar 12, 2006.

  1. reuben

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    Luckily, I'm clean shaven :D
    And like single malts.
     
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    the cows are not part of an ecosystem like the seals
     
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    Seems we are hard wired to respond to the splash of blood.
    That picture up there was made and distributed to gather a response.

    Suicide Cult or Activists?
    PETVe
    Pronounced Pete Vee
    People For The Ethical Treatment Of Vegetation.
    There was a group of them called themselves that, they were based in Japan a number of years ago.
    A whole bunch took a pledge at some giant baptism type thing and made a bunch of promises and swore to uphold PETVe's credo and values, to "Live The PETVe Way." In three months they were all deed of malnutrition.


    It is the world's most difficult job to get a decent grain harvest on The Rock. People there tire of root vegetables and duty free Cuban White sugar.
    It costs mucho money to get grain to make bread, and other stuff. No one is interested in trading farina for potatoes or beets. And a guy just gotta have stuff like vaseline and toothepaste, where is he gonna get it if he cannot trade some potatoes for it?
    Well, he goes out on the broken ice, at VERY great risk to himself and gets some hides from some seals and trades THEM for farina and vaseline and toothepaste.
    And he sees he is called bad things by an English former Rock Star called Sir somebody or other.
    Fuck, there are people who never boiled a kettle and don't have the FAINTEST idea how GOOD cod's tongues taste bitchin and fuckin complainin from inside their warm palanquins carted about the ice by their trained fuckin monkeys and asslickers, all well fed and assured of headin back to their fuckin WAGES OF SIN mansions and jet planes, or, indeed, garrots in Paris, The Bohemian Way, wear fake fir and drink ethical coffee at Cafe D Bouche Au L 'merde, on the Champs D'Lazierre, just off the river, there. The stink of the place lends it a sophisticated air, and not far from the docks on the Rivierre Seinne, where they can send their cheuffer to score some cocaine for the evening's festivities at the residential type, apartment-Barge of Francious and his current New Flame, Jacques...
    Make sure they wearin their faux fur too.

    Oh, and


    Cows are as much a part of the ecosystem as people.
     
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