There is a city called Dunedin, aka Edinburgh of the South, it used to be populated by men who were unsure of their sexuality, they wore skirts all the time.
Had a big willie wacker on top as well, just in case they showed interest in the sheep as well.
They team up in gangs, each bloke has a poor wee kitten under his arm, then the leader would point the way, and off they went, each bloke chewing away on his cats tail, oh how those poor wee kittens suffered.
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I think that's the maddest thing I have read in a while!! :0D
Nah, there is a bloke, calls himself Boom, pops up most days, you should give him a read.
The saddists in the " Cat Band" have spread, we even have a band in our small village ( 4,000) if everybody is at home.
Ok then you topped it there!! :0p
Seriously, down the deep south, they have a week, in a bad year, two weeks of snow,
Where we are 1/4 way up the north island, we moan if there is a frost, the top 1/3 don't know what we are talking about.
While you are still young, have a think about exploring other places to live.
There are other places? I subscribe to the thought that there is nothing outwith my town and that anything else is a conspiracy
Stay and become a permanent member of the Vienna Boys Choir,
Or
Join the other intelligent people and go a long way south.
Long way south sounds good to me!