Sunday 22 July 2007

Sunday lunch.

Di, the Boss lady was on good form today. The Poacher bought a curried rabbit in. He shot it this morning. Di, on enquiring what it was, was mortified. "You cant eat that, it's a little bunny."

"Was." said the poacher.

The Bush said that the poacher tried to slaughter all the family, but missed. Di through a hissy fit and came round and clouted Bush.

Trigger sparked up after Bush had repeated something.

"Why do you always repeat everything?"

"Because you're too f**king thick to get it the first time!"

Trigger went quiet. Bush is too sharp for him.

10 comments:

Shaz said...

But did you get to eat that poor little "bunny?".

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ChrisB said...

john I bet beccy will tell you about the time when she and sam were kids and I tried to get them to eat rabbit by saying it was chicken (what a cruel mother)!!

Unknown said...

Chris, bunny tastes better than chicken!

Shaz, of course, why do you think he shot it?

Jon M said...

Poor Trigger...Poor Trigger. (just in case)

Anonymous said...

This raises mixed emotions for me. My friend Marie has a wonderful recipe for rabbit smothered in mustard, browned and then cooked slowly in wine.
But, another friend breeds rabbits for the pot and actually has the nerve to say he loves his 'pets' as much as I love my cats!

Drama Queen said...

heehee! I love the new header. . .can even work out who everyone is!!

Unknown said...

Sablonneuse, I think he does. They just taste nicer than cats.

DQ, great, isn't it! All Wendz work.

Jon m, please!

MommyHeadache said...

I am currently living in the US and sometimes I really crave a pub lunch and a pint in an English pub garden. Why are the pubs here so awful and full of stinky alcoholics?? You don't know how good you have it.

irreverentmama said...

I've eaten rabbit once, by my then-inlaws. I didn't know what it was at the time, because they kept calling it "hoppy chicken", and I didn't get the joke. I thought it was chicken.

As we drove home, I said to my husband, "I didn't like that chicken much at all. It was gross."

He grinned. "I've got news for you..."

So now I know that I genuinely don't like rabbit - because I ate it expecting to like it, completely unaware of what it really was.

EmmaK - come north. Canadians have nice pubs. (Well, there are grotty ones if you want, but at least you have a choice!!)

-Laura

Unknown said...

Emmak, it's still full of stinky alcoholics, they're just good fun!

Laura, don't be such a GIRLY!