...masks did I see whilst meandering round town in the car and customers at the local fish an’ chip shop, of which there were many, were all muzzle-free as far as I could see. The supermarkets and similar? Not on our rout so can’t comment.
Anyhoo, we’re now ‘officially’ muzzled, unsociably separated and next-up thirty million or so citizens will be summonsed to receive an anti flue injection and that tussle-haired scamp in number ten has already declared anyone who has the temerity to refuse this jab as an utter nutter.
No, I’ve never had one and never will but as a by-the-by, about four years age, my little nest of vipers decided she’d like a flue jab. She’s never had flue but that year she really, really needed a shot. Result? She was sick for a month. Not flue, just reactionary ill. Trust me, she ain’t havin’ no jab for nobody.
Let’s give all that no never mind – for now – and enjoy this naughty old drinking number, again, on muzzle-up day.
WARNING; Timidadians, this is for grownups so please do NOT do that clicky thingy... Whoa! Damn, you did didn’t you?
Quote; Jay Leno.
“Nineteen percent of doctors say that they'd be able to give their patients a lethal injection. But they also went on to say that the patient would have to be really, really behind on payments.”
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