Atrocious Animal Cruelty

Because of a slump in business after the Canadian Winter Olympics finished 100 Huskies that were used by tourism companies for dog sled rides north of Whistler were massacred and dumped in a mass grave some still alive, howling and whimpering in pain while attempting to crawl out of the mass grave with multiple double barrel shotgun and hunting knife wounds. Parts of their faces were blown away with raw and bloody flesh hanging off other parts of their shattered bodies.

This appaling massacre only came to the attention of The Royal Canadian Mounted Police when an unnamed employee claimed and was granted compensation for post traumatic stress disorder as a result of his or her participation in this appaling massacre of 100 Huskies using either a bouble barrel shot gun or hunting knife. Huskies were also tethered beside the mass grave and could see other Huskies being massacred right before right before their very eyes. Coming back on the second day to massacre more Huskies or finish off the wounded ones was just to gruesome and i couldn't hack it anymore, said the unnamed employee.

I reckon no compensation should have been awarded because the unnamed employee knew exactly what he or she was doing at the time and had the option to say "NO" and walk away but didn't. This compensation payment is a load of bollocks because you have to take responsibility for your actions.

Why couldn't these lovable and loyal Huskies be fostered out to loving and caring people who are quite willing to care and look after them. This would be a better alternative all round instead of this unnecesary waste of life. An inquiry has been opened by The Royal Canadian Mounted Police hopefully they will nab more culprits responsible for this atrocious, disgraceful and appaling act of cruelty and waste of life.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.   

Fair Dinkum Haiku 026: Bubbles.

Gamma ray Bubbles.
Evident all through the sky.
Discharge imminent.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.

Random Humour For Grown Ups.

Welcome To Random Humour For Grown Ups, Today I'm Featuring, Wet and Wiggly, Up and Down and Pesky Mice.

So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.

Q: What is Wet and Wiggly and says how do you do 16 times?.
A: Two octopuses shaking hands!.

In a crowded cafe Julia and Tina are having lunch when Julia asks, What type of business is your husband in?.
It's hard to describe really because it's rather Up and Down all of the time!, replies Tina.
Why is that?, asks Julia.
Because my husband makes and sells Yo-Yos!, replies Tina.

Q: Why do Pesky Mice squeak?.
A: Because they need oiling!.

Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.

A Paralysed Zebra.

It takes a blind bloke to see fair play.
Two stupid blokes to shout yay.
A Paralysed Donkey came strolling by.
Booted the blind bloke in the eye.
Thumped him through a solid brick wall.
Into an arid ditch and drowned them all.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.

Fair Dinkum Haiku 025: Water.

Reflective Water.
Shines like skinny mirrored glass.
Viewed from a creek bank.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.

Random Humour For Grown Ups.

Welcome To Random Humour For Grown Ups Today I'm Featuring, A Pussy Cat, A Jerk And Big Feet.

So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.

On a dark and stormy night.
The Pussy Cat was blind.
She backed in a barbers shop.
And got shaven on the behind!.

A car stopped with a jerk and the jerk got out!.

Graham is as drunk as a skunk and is stumbling along the well worn footpath when he trips over his own Big Feet and collides with Dean peering under the hood of his brand new Ford ute.
Graham says, What's wrong cobber?.
Piston broke, replies Dean.
Same hear, replies Graham then continues on his wobbly way into the hazy distance!.

Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.   

A Bonza Jest: Gorgeous Sheila's.

Perched on a bar stool in the dusty outback pub a thirsty Jackaroo orders a pot of beer when from across the other side of the bar a callow sheila props herself on the bar stool next to him and says, G' Day mate, are you a dinki di Jackaroo?.
Jackaroo replies, Well i break in horses, round up cattle, perform at rodeo's, pilot a helicopter and do general maintenance around the cattle station i guess that would qualify me as a Jackaroo, What do you do love?.

I'm a dyke replies the callow sheila, I spend all my waking hours dreaming out Gorgeous Sheila's. Soon as i wake in the morning i dream about Gorgeous Sheila's even when i'm in the shower, driving my car, eating food, horse riding and walking down the road everything i do makes me dream about Gorgeous Sheila's.

After a few minutes of silence a callow bloke rolls up props himself on the bar stool on the other side of the Jackaroo and asks, Are you a dinki di Jackaroo?.
Jackaroo replies, Well i'll tell ya this much after all this time i was lead to believe so now i'm not so sure because i just found out a few minutes ago that i'm a dyke.

Gobsmacked the callow bloke stares at him, rolls his eyes, vacates the bar stool, wanders away shaking his head mumbling to himself that there's always one galah in the crowd continues on through the front swinging doors out onto the dusty street and just keeps walking straight into the sunset.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.  

Fair Dinkum Haiku 024: Earthquakes.

Rumbling landscape.
Earthquakes move the ground like waves.
Tumbling ashore.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.