BE WARNED~!
The following wee clip could be considered as not quite to everyone’s taste …
… but it seems to work as a defensive mechanism sometimes, and that’s no bull~!
Boom boom! (Parp parp?)
It came in this morning sent by a lady I always hold in the highest regard as a model of decorum, couth, culture and genteel gentility. She also loves bull terriers (so yes, we can be perfect).
BUT BE WARNED~!—if you do go there it finishes at 1:39 … and beyond there be (I don’t really know, I found the guy a bit a lot intrusive) (we dogs are sensitive creatures sometimes, and clicked him away) monsters.
INTRIGUED
I pressed further on into the webosphere and came up with this—
to see source: CLICK HERE
—ye gods, is nothing sacred?
Possibly not: I saw a photo in an archaeology magazine a few years back of an archaeologist holding a genuine (fossilised) Viking poop and peering benignly at it.
O temporoa, o mores … as our plumber said not long ago on a house call:
“It’s poop to you, Argie … bread and butter to me!”
And long may it last.
Strange, to add flavour to the topic (scented car) I looked around for the shot I remember so clearly but didn’t find it.
However, the fartifact in question may well have been from this lot—
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—make of it what we will. But one thing that always strikes me is the singular difference between the scent-free Hollywood notions of (some of) the ancients and the more plausible reality.
And getting back to that car—yes please, pass the beans … and don’t anyone strike a match …
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