>My kind of doormat

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I actually wanted one that said “Piss Off”, but I was forbidden to buy it.

I got my own back, though.

I mowed an appropriately vulgar message to the world on a bit of the farm that Management rarely visits.

You’ll be able to read it on Google Earth when their satellite passes our way again.

Not quite sure how I can explain away frequent visits on the Ferguson to remote bits of pasture, though…

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1 Response to >My kind of doormat

  1. Unknown's avatar Virginia says:

    >Ahh HAH! You thought you had entered the Witness Protection Program and I wouldn’t find you. Well not so fast Buster. I’m on you as we say down here “Like white on rice”. Glad to find you my friend. V

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