She dead yet?
(I know, I know. Yam bad farmer. But I look after the shed where we keep the bodies and you can imagine the size of pit I'm having to dig. It'll be great, they said; sit in the sun with me cocoa, read the paper, have a bit of a snooze.....then it all goes mental, there's an influx of rejects sent back from the knacker's yard and fucking mad Misty really bollixes up my ledgers by dying then coming back to life and now I'm having to build the equivalent of the Sarcophagus* jic Big Albert kicks the bucket - and I've only got three planks, some bent nails and a blunt saw - and you try resigning from Kiwi Farms; Dear Leader gets his contracts off Satan and
@THOTto just answered "hahahaha. No." So yes, bad farmer but Reasons. Feel sorry for me and tell me if she's lumbered off this mortal coil yet. For fucksake....*Clanger potters off to continue digging the death pit, muttering all the way*)
*Chernobyl. For obvious reasons. Albert could poison the water table for aeons. As it is, the Great Pacific Gyre is going to double in size just from her earring collection. Gorl dyeeeeen is going to be an environmental catastrophe the likes of which we've never seen before. Doom, gloom etc.
