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Good day my fine friends. I must apologise if today’s picture casts a cloud of doom and gloom upon your glee seeking head. I had paid a visitation to this young master and if truth be told had instant cause for regret as the atmosphere was simply soggy with negativity. “Why such air of discontent?” I enquired “why! are you not splendidly kitted out with a fetching and most admirable headpiece? admittedly its setting is not at a jaunty or fashionable angle but this negligent attention to your apparel vogue is surely by its self not sufficient to incur such melancholy, you appear buffed and scrubbed to a glowing state with no visible evidence of apparent lack of fodder therefore it is assumed you are not necessitated to forage for such in the manner of a feral child of no fixed abode, you are clearly lounged about like a recumbent Roman in your sumptuous surrounds which would suggest you have kindly folks or servile attendants who cosset and pamper to your needs” "Aaaah! perhaps you have you had a curfew placed to curb your Tinterweb tendencies, or has your Wii activity been set to similar restrictive and limited periods? is your mp3 last months model? has your mobile means of communicating been confiscated as a means of punishing a surly and unruly attitude furthering such attitude as evidenced above? what is the causation of this cheerless countenance? Why! I remember the days when an innocent gad-about on an nought but a rotund and lengthy eared rubberised hopper of alien transportation mode was all that was necessary to induce glee, when the anticipation alone of a weekly periodicle of a tangible piece of cartoonery would sustain one in an eternal positive state" "Why tis not so long since an enfant of not much more months or muscle than your, strapping but sour countenanced, self would be packed of picking fruit or forging fingers of tobacco leaved rolls for fat cat types or worse you would have been hoicked up a chimney or down a mine which would have put paid to lounging around on this lush and lightly coloured upholstered harbour of heavenly safety without first a vigorous bout of stiff bristled brush about your baby-ied skin." Well would you believe twas all for the want of a Rusk why such lack of this edible booty was abominable and I swore to join my pal in his surly state, yes we would stand united in a sulk of solidarity and kick up a joint kaffuffle until we were fed incessantly on said coveted rusks and if twer not instant we would demand a desert of cacao mousse. Well suffice to say the aforementioned kindly folks in not too kindly tone ordered my instant departure as the afore referred to bath-and-buff-up-to-spangly-state had enforced a no-food-to ensure-a-fodder-free-face-state of only temporary time until this pictorial-purpose-posed state was over and my pal was informed that if there was any more threat of a petted lip it would be bed without supper as well. |