I'm getting worried about the RSPB.Yes, they are rightly praised for their work to preserve endangered birds, but the lengths they are going to raise funds leaves much to be desired, as a recent visit to their local bunker illustrates:
"A go on the cannon, sir?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"The duck cannon. Skim the little buggers across the pond. Watch 'em go. Five quid a shot."
"I BEG your pardon?"
"Most skips today wins a swan. Plucked, gutted, giblets in a bag."
I eyed the shop volunteer, a little old lady turned into a canard-blasting monster by her devious employers, disgust rising in me like the previous night's curry.
"You..." I managed, "You, madam... you sicken me."
"Hit a goose, win a Ford Ka."
"Three shots, please"
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Canardly blame you for having a go.
/coat
Ducking hell...
And then I honked in a hedge. But why a duck? Ah. Yes. The game with the flat stones is known as ducks and drakes. Good to see games returning to their roots.
And Nymph... X-D
I sometimes doubt the veracity of your stories.
Silly coot.
And on the topic of sporting events going back to their roots, I look forward to the Bob slay.
And to see Jerzy and Karol competing in the Pole Vault.
Don't be so quick to criticise. It can be 'canard to create new fund raising ideas.
Don't egg him on.
I'd rather hit a Ford Ka
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